Welcome Bach! (*snicker* I still remember when my music teacher did that the first day of class.)

Mr. Helgerman: I still do!

Me: Yay!

Now, I had to cut Rosa's and Nate's song because the lyrics are hard to type. You can search it yourself if you 's Awkward Master by San Cisco. But we'll just start when the song ends and everybody's all like: o.0. Okay? Random pokemon character, will you do the honors?

Lt. Surge: Mayu does not own pokemon nor the mashup featured. Mashup is made by SmadaLeinad.

Thanks, Surge. *hugs him tightly*

Lt. Surge: No prob, kiddo. *pets head* *leaves*

Me: *giggles, blushes* Bye, Lt. Hotshot!

Lt. Surge: What was that?

Me: *face flushes* Nothing.

Lt. Surge: *leaves*

What? He's electrifying! Ba Dum Tss. On with the story.


Hilda's POV

After Rosa and Nate finished their "performance", I swear, EVERYONE, except me, was sweatdropping anime style (How embarrassing. All the gym leaders, the elite four, Emmet and Ingo, and no one was clapping). Wow. Clearly they've never heard an indie-pop song in their life.

After a full minute of hesitation, I began clapping and soon everyone else followed, but not quite as loud as any previous claps. The brothers just sweatdropped themselves and walked off the stage before anyone threw any tomatoes. Not that it was that bad.

That's when Cilan stepped on-stage and I nudged Cheren to go speak to the Dj. I gave Dawn and Barry a signal to get ready.

"Well I guess that's it for this karaoke party, Cilan said. But I stepped up with Lyra to the stage and took his microphone.

"Actually, this is not over yet, folks!" And Dawn and Barry stepped up too. Seeing my Bf's face, I pulled the mic away and whispered, "I got this, honey." So Cilan left and Chili threw us five microphones while giving us a thumbs up signal as Cheren sat down.

What? He's in on it too. Chili is just as prankster as I am. We both bring out the thunder, which is why we're good in-laws.

"We've found a special mashup to end this party," Lyra said.

"Yeah, it's called 'Moves like Gangnam Starships'. Hit it, Elesa," I said. Then the music started playing. (A/N: I suggest you look for the song and listen to it while reading. Hilda's singing the gangnam style in parenthesis and w/o parenthesis.)

(Oppa Gangnam Style. Gangnam style.)

(Barry) Just shoot for the stars, if it feels right,

Then aim for my heart, if you fee like,

Then take me away, I'll make it okay, I swear I'll behave.

You wanted control, so we waited,

I'll put on a show, now I'll make it,

you say Imma kid, my ego is big, I don't give a sh-.

And it goes like this, take me by the tongue and I'll know you,

kiss me 'till you're drunk and I'll show you

all the moves like jagger, I got the moves like jagger,

I got the moooooves like jagger (like jagger, like jagger, like jagger, like jagger, like jagger like jagger.)

(Dawn) We're higher than a motherf***a.

(Hilda) Gangnam style, oop, oop, oop, oop.

(Dawn) We're higher than a motherf***a.

(Hilda) Gangnam style, oop, oop, oop, oop.

(Dawn) We're higher than a motherf***a.

(Hilda) Gangnam style, oop, oop, oop, oop.

(I got the mooooooves like jagger.)

(Dawn) We're higher than a motherf***a.

(Hilda) Gangnam style, oop, oop, oop, oop.

(I got the mooooooves like jagger.)

(Dawn) We're higher than a motherf***a.

(Dawn) Jump in my hooptie-hooptie-hoop. I own that.

And I ain't paying my rent this month, I'll owe that.

But check who you want, or check who you like,

Dance all night there's no end in sight,

Twinkle twinkle little star.

Everybody lemme hear ya say break, break, break,

Now spend all your 'cause you ain't paid me,

Ya think you're a G, you a g-g-g?

My name's HikaHika, you can call me Dee-Dee.

Get on the floor, floor, like it's your last chance,

If you want more, more, then here I am.

Starships were meant to fly,

hands up, and touch the sky,

Can't stop, 'coz we're so high,

let's do this one more time.

Oh, starships, were meant to fly,

hands up, and touch the sky,

Let's do this one last time.

Can't stop, we're higher than a motherf***a.

(Higher than a, higher than a, higher than a, higher than a, higher than a, higher than a, higher than a.)

(Hilda) Oppa gangnam style, oop, oop, oop, oop.

Gangnam style, oop, oop, oop, oop. Oppa gangnam style.

Heeeeeeyyy, sexy lady, oop, oop, oop, oop, oppa gangnam style.

Heeeeeeyyy, sexy lady, oop, oop, oop, oop, oppa gangnam style.

He-e-e-e-ey.

(Lyra) You wanna know how to make me smile,

Take control own me just for the night.

But if I share my secret, you're gonna have to keep it.

Nobody else can see this, Hey hey heeey!

(Barry) And it goes like this, take me by the tongue and I'll know you,

kiss me 'till you're drunk and I'll show you

all the moves like jagger, I got the moves like jagger,

I got the mooooooves like jagger.

I don't need to try to control you,

look into my eyes and I'll own you with the moves like jagger,

I got the moves like jagger, I got the moooooooves like jagger.

(Dawn) Starships were meant to fly,

hands up, and touch the sky,

Can't stop, 'coz we're so high,

let's do this one more time.

Oh, starships, were meant to fly,

hands up, and touch the sky,

Let's do this one last time.

Can't stop, we're higher than a motherf***a.

(Barry) I got the moooooooves like jagger.

(Gangnam style, oop, oop, oop, oop.)

(Barry) I got the moooooooves like jagger.

(Gangnam style, oop, oop, oop, oop.)

(Hilda) Oppa gangnam style, oop, oop, oop, oop.

Gangnam style, oop, oop, oop, oop. Oppa gangnam style.

Heeeeeeyyy, sexy lady, oop, oop, oop, oop, oppa gangnam style.

Heeeeeeyyy, sexy lady, oop, oop, oop, oop, oppa gangnam style.

He-e-e-e-ey. Oppa gangnam style.

Everyone clapped wildly. Barry pulled Dawn in for a smooch. So did I with Cilan. Everyone clapped louder. I guess it was because of the public affection. After Cilan stopped blushing, I handed him a microphone.

"Okay, that's it for tonight, folks! Let's give it up for tonight's singers!" Another endless cascade of applauds drowned us. I had fun tonight. Now for the sleepover at my house.


Dawn's POV

We were in Hilda's mom's minivan, driving towards their house in Nuvema town for a sleepover.

"So, did you girls enjoy the party?" Mrs. Blanco asked.

"Yeah, thanks for driving us," I said.

"Anytime, kiddos," she replied.

"I think Dee-chan had the most fun of all," Lyra teased nudging me with her elbow.

"And why is that?" Mrs. Blanco asked looking at me through the rearview mirror. My face flushed red.

"Well, you see, I got my first kiss and my first boyfriend tonight," I said.

Then all the girls cried out, "FINALLY!"

"Why finally?" Wow, Mrs. Blanco, you're getting WAY interested in this.

"Because, mom," Hilda replied,"It was clearer than a solosis they belonged together! Do you know how much we've waited this, Dee-chan?"

"You guys already knew?" I gulped reddening more by the second.

"Of course we knew!" Bianca cried out. "Why do you think Hilda never tried any schemes?"

"It was just too sweet to help you guys out, which is why we stopped Hilda from trying any tricks," Rosa added.

"Oh," I replied. "Thanks you guys." Suddenly the redness faded away. There was no need to blush anymore. I have the best boyfriend in the world and the most rocking BFF's.

"Well I'm glad you girls enjoyed yourselves," Mrs. Blanco said. "Parenthesis, Hilda, how's Cilan?"

"For the umpteenth time TODAY, he's alright mom. He breaths, he eats, he cooks, he's fine," Hilda fumed. We all tried to stifle a laugh.

"What? I can't worry about my only daughter's first boyfriend?"

"YEAH, but can you ask like once or twice a WEEK? It's been two years and you haven't changed!" Hilda fumed. The two argued like good mother and daughter until we got to our destination. And guess what? Hilda won.

As we got off the car, I asked Bianca,

"Why are they always like this?"

"I dunno. But at least it's never gotten serious," she replied. I sighed. This was gonna be a LONG weekend.


Thank you for reading! Yeah, Hilda and Mrs. Blanco are ALWAYS like that. But they're being good mother and daughter. I wish I were like that with my mom. But it wouldn't end pretty, so I guess I'll avoid it. *cell phone rings* Excuse me.

Whitney (over the phone): You hugged Surge? What the hell is wrong with you?!

Me: What the hell is wrong with you?! You have the best boyfriend in the world and you worry about MY messed up love life? That's pretty sissy if you ask me, incredibly pretty girl.

Whitney: I already told you that he's NOT MY BOYFRIEND!

Bugsy (over the phone): I'm not? :(

Whitney: Oh, honey, of course you are! Why do you think we went on a ton of dates?

Me: HAH! Take THAT sissy girl! Look at what you've done! You should be ASHAMED of yourself! *hangs up*

Excuse me, I just never really liked Whitney that much. She's just too sissy for me to handle. I mean, even her gym leader title is sissy. "The Incredibly Pretty Girl." Seriously, what is up with that? I mean, come ON! Nintendo really could've made an effort on making a better title. I bet this is what happened.

Person making the gym leaders: How about we make this one "the incredibly pretty girl"?

Smart and clever person: HELL NO. We should really make an effort.

Stupid person that agrees with the gym leader maker: Why should we make an effort? These games ALREADY shit money. And besides, it's barely our second generation. It's not like we'll make any remakes, right?

Smart and clever person 2: Yes. Which is why we should make a bigger effort. Chuck, what're you doing with that computer?

Chuck dude: *sends title of incredibly pretty girl to the manufacturer* ...Nothing.

I'm pretty sure this is what happened. Oh well, until next time!

Whole PHS cast: Bye!

(PS: Be thankful that at least I could upload.)