Yay, I got lots of great reviews! LadySaxophone: Fiction-Aficionada is right; I don't own the copyright to Rock Band 2, but I do own the game. It's lots of fun. I love your idea of Obi-Wan singing! I've heard his singing voice before, and I agree.
Random-fan803: You're right; no one likes Mace. ;)
Fiction-Aficionada: I may or may not incorporate a girly game. If I run out of ideas, I might do that. So far, though, I think I have an idea of where I want to go with this chapter and the next one. But thanks for the idea, and I will consider it.
Ayy Kaim: LOVE your review! It made my day. I've never heard of Wii Party, and I've never played Super Mario Brothers Wii. If I run out of ideas, I might research either one and incorporate it somehow. Also, I can't update on school nights (Parents' Policy) so I'll update whenever I can.
MermaidGirl34: I like your idea! Maybe that would be a good concluding chapter. Keep an eye out for it.
Well, keep reviewing, everyone, and I'll keep posting! Disclaimer at the bottom if you're curious. Enjoy Chapter Four!
Note: Random-fan803 (the author of "This Means War!") is my sister, and she gave me permission to use one of her ideas in this chapter.
The Jeds jammed for several hours, never slowing down for more than a few minutes. Anakin was impressed that Yoda had gone on for so long. He really was strong with the force. Anakin had thought that the ancient Jedi Master had just been bluffing.
After awhile, though, they were all rocked out. "Can we do something else?" Aayla asked, putting down the mic. "I'm losing my voice."
Mace, who had been standing behind them the whole time with a disapproving glare, perked up a bit. "How about we get some work done?" he suggested. "If you're finally tired of gaming, how about—"
"Galactic Idol!" Anakin piped up eagerly. "I hope none of you are tired of gaming by this point, because this game is one of the best yet."
"That's what you said two games ago!" Obi-Wan objected.
Again, he was ignored.
"Who wants to play? There are tons of great songs on here. Most of them are from a planet called Earth. They've got great taste. Master Fisto." He turned to Kit. "Are you game?"
"Count me in!"
"Master Yoda?"
The Jedi Master shrugged. "A singer, I am not. Watch and observe you, I will."
"Very well. Aayla?" Anakin glanced at the Twi'lek, figuring she was probably tired of singing by now.
He wasn't surprised when she shook her head. "No, thanks. I've had enough singing for one day."
"Please?" Kit got down on his knees and made a puppy-dog face. "It won't be any fun with just me and Anakin! We need a girl to do the girly songs." She continued to shake her head. "Come on Aayla. For me?"
"How come you always assume that I'll do whatever you want just by looking cute and saying 'For me?' Sorry, pal. Not gonna happen."
"Please? For me?" Kit repeated.
She screwed up her face. "Fine."
Kit punched the air with his fist in the same way that Anakin had earlier that day. The Jedi Knight shook his head, amused. He remembered the ways he had flirted with Padmé before they got married. He couldn't help but wonder if it was safe to tell Kit Fisto about his relationship, considering he was on the brink of starting one of his own. Anakin eventually decided against it. He could trust no one on the Council with his secret. Not even Kit.
"So are we going to do this thing, or what?" Aayla asked exasperatedly.
"Of course." Anakin popped the disc into the Wii. "Which song should we do first?"
Kit looked at the list. "I dare you to do 'Wannabe', Anakin," he said, grinning.
Anakin shook his head. "You wish."
"Double-dare, then," Kit said. "If you do it, I'll buy you a new ship."
"What? What happened to my ship?"
"Well, you know those red buttons on the internet that say Do Not Press? Yeah…"
"Kit!"
"I was just curious! I didn't think it'd blow up your ship or anything."
"I'll kill you," Anakin muttered. "You oughta buy one anyway, considering you're the one who blew it up in the first place. Fine, give me the mic."
The song began. Anakin, briefly forgetting Kit's blunder, got a little too into it. "If you wannabe my lover…!"
"You are a wannabe, Anakin," Obi-Wan commented when it was over. "That was just awful."
"I suppose you can do better?" the Jedi Knight demanded hotly.
Obi-Wan just shrugged. "Possibly."
"Okay, you're up then."
"I'd rather not."
"Alright, you're after Master Fisto." He handed Kit the mic. "Your turn."
Kit shrugged and took it. The next song that played was "Over My Head" by The Fray. Kit's voice was a little off-tune, but he still had fun. He nodded his head as he sang: "Everyone knows I'm in Over My Head…!"
Even Mace couldn't help but smile the tiniest bit. "You're in way over your head if you call that singing, Kit."
"Shut up." He selected the next one, "How about 'It's Not Over'?"
"I wish it was over," Mace muttered.
"No one was talking to you. Okay, what about 'Who Knew?' You're up, Aayla!"
Aayla sighed and took the microphone from Kit. The music started, and she did a little dance as she sang the famous Pink song. This time, Kit commented before Mace or Obi-Wan could say anything. "Who knew you were so good at singing, Aayla?"
She shrugged. "It's a gift. Who's next?"
Yoda tilted his head to one side. "'The Sweet Escape, do," he said.
"I could use an escape from all this immature gaming," Mace mumbled.
"How many times do we have to tell you to shut up?" Kit punched Mace lightly on the arm. "No one needs your commentary." The Korun Jedi Master narrowed his eyes and took a step away from his Nautolan counterpart.
"Obi-Wan," Anakin said, "it's your turn, I'd say."
Kit began to chant Obi-Wan's name. "Come on, guys! Obi, Obi, Obi!" Anakin, Aayla, and even Yoda echoed him. A couple of padawans that were walking by joined in. Mace just crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Anakin noticed a look of slight curiosity in the Jedi Master's expression, though, as if he was as interested in hearing Obi-Wan sing as the rest of them were.
"I'm too much of a pushover," Obi-Wan mumbled. "Hand it over."
Cheers erupted from Anakin, Kit, Aayla, Yoda, and the padawans as Obi-Wan stepped up to sing. Anakin selected a song for him. "This one shouldn't be too hard," he promised. "It's called 'Mr. Brightside' by The Killers. Not that the title applies to you, Mr. Negativity." He raised an eyebrow. "I wonder if there's a song called Mr. Darkside. Dooku might know."
"I'm sure Count Dooku knows nothing about music. So. The Killers. Very reassuring band name, Anakin." Obi-Wan took a deep breath and fixed his eyes on the screen. The song started. Anakin watched Obi-Wan's avatar lift a microphone to his lips. He leaned in a little, waiting impatiently for his former mentor to make a fool of himself. It was about to happen, and Anakin would show no mercy when it did.
Obi-Wan opened his mouth and began to sing, tentatively at first. But as the song progressed, he got even more into it. It was the most amazing voice Anakin had ever heard. He glanced around the room to see the reactions of the others. Everyone was silent. Even Mace had no snide remarks for him.
They loved it. Anakin loved it. No, Anakin hated it. Obi-Wan was supposed to look like a total idiot, but instead he had the voice of a famous singer. What's the deal with that?
The song concluded. Obi-Wan turned around to get their feedback. The crowd in the game was clapping and cheering, while the judges were going on and on about how wonderful the song was. The room of Jedi, however, was silent. Everyone was looking at Obi-Wan as if they were seeing him for the first time.
Disclaimer: I do not own American Idol Encore 2 for the Wii. I also don't own "It's Not Over", "Mr. Brightside", "Over My Head (Cable Car)", "The Sweet Escape", "Wannabe", or "Who Knew".