Ch. 4- Gimpy-Eye
At the Concert [Crappy]
[Here is my next crappy little chapter! I really don't have any ideas for this one, so it's really gonna suck. The mainpremixe is that t hey go to the concert, and they're all creeped out by Thom Yorke. Hence the title. I noticed that in hte last episode noone said Coolie, did they finally catch on? I shall still make them unknowingly spout racial slurs though. And for all you shippers/ fluffers/ whatever you call it here: My next story will have romance galore. It will probably be called Obligatory, since I'm gonna go ahead and get rid of the obligatory romance/ writing myself in crap. Anywho, here's more of my fic, and if you want a really good Radiohead-inspired thingy, watch the episode of South Park called Scott Tenorman Must Die. Pure Genius.]
I don't own Lizzie McGuire, Radiohead, or any of the other bands mentioned, but I do 0wnXX0R j00
Gordo: I can't believe we're actually here!
Lizzie: I know! The opening band kinda sucked, though. Other than that, it's totally coolie!
*An Asian man gives them dirty looks*
Miranda: What was that all about?
Lizzie: I dunno.
Gordo: I think everyone's looking at us...
*a bunch of alterna-people all stare at them*
Miranda: What's your deal, yo?
Guy: You're wearing an Aaron Carter T-Shirt. Are you aware of that?
Miranda: Duh. Isn't he coolie?
*Asian man tries to beat them up, friends hold him back. Lizzie and the gang are oblivious*
Guy: It's cool to wear band shirts to concerts, but not him...
Miranda: At least I have a cool person on my shirt! Who's ever heard of the Flaming Lips? [rad band: check em out]
Lizzie: All these people are wearing shirts by really unknown people. Who the heck are Cibo Matto? [one of teh raddest bands in existance.]
Miranda: And who are the Ramones?
*Gordo sighs and pretends not to be with them*
Lizzie: Shhh! Radiohead's coming on!
Miranda: Who's THAT guy?
Gordo: That's the lead singer, Thom Yorke.
Lizzie: What's up with his eye?
Gordo: Be nice, don't be mean.
Lizzie: Sorry.
*The band start playing. Thom starts convulsing.*
Miranda: He's creepy! And bad!
Lizzie: Maybe it'll get better.
*Radiohead plays 3 more songs, with Lizzie and Miranda looking more creeped out--and Gordo more exuberant--as the songs go on. Finally, after the 3rd song, when Thom is talking to the audience:*
Lizzie: Gordo, they really creep me out.
Miranda: Not to mention they suck!
Lizzie: Let's leave.
Gordo: No way! This rocks!
Miranda: Fine, we'll be at the merch table.
Gordo: Whatever.
['Twas it. Next chapter should come next weekend, unless I get really inspired during the week. R/R!]
At the Concert [Crappy]
[Here is my next crappy little chapter! I really don't have any ideas for this one, so it's really gonna suck. The mainpremixe is that t hey go to the concert, and they're all creeped out by Thom Yorke. Hence the title. I noticed that in hte last episode noone said Coolie, did they finally catch on? I shall still make them unknowingly spout racial slurs though. And for all you shippers/ fluffers/ whatever you call it here: My next story will have romance galore. It will probably be called Obligatory, since I'm gonna go ahead and get rid of the obligatory romance/ writing myself in crap. Anywho, here's more of my fic, and if you want a really good Radiohead-inspired thingy, watch the episode of South Park called Scott Tenorman Must Die. Pure Genius.]
I don't own Lizzie McGuire, Radiohead, or any of the other bands mentioned, but I do 0wnXX0R j00
Gordo: I can't believe we're actually here!
Lizzie: I know! The opening band kinda sucked, though. Other than that, it's totally coolie!
*An Asian man gives them dirty looks*
Miranda: What was that all about?
Lizzie: I dunno.
Gordo: I think everyone's looking at us...
*a bunch of alterna-people all stare at them*
Miranda: What's your deal, yo?
Guy: You're wearing an Aaron Carter T-Shirt. Are you aware of that?
Miranda: Duh. Isn't he coolie?
*Asian man tries to beat them up, friends hold him back. Lizzie and the gang are oblivious*
Guy: It's cool to wear band shirts to concerts, but not him...
Miranda: At least I have a cool person on my shirt! Who's ever heard of the Flaming Lips? [rad band: check em out]
Lizzie: All these people are wearing shirts by really unknown people. Who the heck are Cibo Matto? [one of teh raddest bands in existance.]
Miranda: And who are the Ramones?
*Gordo sighs and pretends not to be with them*
Lizzie: Shhh! Radiohead's coming on!
Miranda: Who's THAT guy?
Gordo: That's the lead singer, Thom Yorke.
Lizzie: What's up with his eye?
Gordo: Be nice, don't be mean.
Lizzie: Sorry.
*The band start playing. Thom starts convulsing.*
Miranda: He's creepy! And bad!
Lizzie: Maybe it'll get better.
*Radiohead plays 3 more songs, with Lizzie and Miranda looking more creeped out--and Gordo more exuberant--as the songs go on. Finally, after the 3rd song, when Thom is talking to the audience:*
Lizzie: Gordo, they really creep me out.
Miranda: Not to mention they suck!
Lizzie: Let's leave.
Gordo: No way! This rocks!
Miranda: Fine, we'll be at the merch table.
Gordo: Whatever.
['Twas it. Next chapter should come next weekend, unless I get really inspired during the week. R/R!]