A/N- I love you guys!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, but if I did own everyone I would so marry Billie Joe! But the world would be out of balance then and I would have to escape to planet Nebula and live with the creator of short-shorts.
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Last time:
George: Yep. Well Kel, you are fantastic!
Numair: -haha- I taught her as a page!
Jon: Lucky bastard.
Hostess: Well I do believe that this is the end of round 2. Judges have you chosen the people for the next round?
Billie Joe: Sure…uhm…let's pick…you…you…and…you…
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Alanna: Wait, who?
Billie Joe: Dom, Thayet, and Jon.
Dom: NO! I don't want to leave my Kel!
Kel: I'm not yours bird brain!
Numair: Actually birds have very complex brains, so to really insult him you should refer to his brain being the size of an earthworm.
Daine: You now everything don't you Numy-pie?
Numair: Yes love, I do.
Jon: (starts sobbing) Why do I have to go?
Simon: Because you suck.
Billie Joe: No, more like he blows.
Alanna: -haha- That's what she said!
Jon: Stop being mean!
George: Well Jon, you don't really suck or blow, you're just singing impaired.
Thayet: That's right honey, you're unique in your own way.
Jon: NO! I want to win! I am king I should win!
Thayet: We must set an example, we except loss in grace.
Billie Joe: I've changed my mind. Thayet you stay.
Thayet: Why?
Billie Joe: I want you in my pants…
Alanna: I'll get in your pants…
Daine: What?
Ashley: What?
Dom: What?
Numair: What?
Simon: Egad! She's a whore!
George: Take that back or I'll bite your leg off!
Thayet: Noble people and Ashley, we leave this place!
Dom: NO! I will be back for you Kel!
Kel: -I will miss you my love.-
Dom: What did you just say?
Kel: I said die Trickster's spawn!
Jon: I shall be back! Mark my words I shall return!
Ashley: I'll pine for you Johnny!
Hostess: Ok well I don't doubt that… Anyway let's start off the next round with the first singer! Daine!
Daine: YUSS!
crowd: DAINE! DAINE! DAINE! DAINE!
Numair: Go my magelet! You complete me!
Daine: Well I will sing Welcome To The Black Parade, by My Chemical Romance.
(music starts)
When I was,
A young boy,
My father, took me into the city,
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
Will you be the savior of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said, "Will you defeat them, your demons,
And all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?
Because one day, I'll leave you,
A phantom, to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."
When I was,
A young boy,
My father, took me into the city,
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
Will you be the savior of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
(starts jumping around)
Sometimes I get the feeling, she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall,
The bodies in the street.
And when you're gone we want you all to know…
We'll carry on, We'll carry on!
And though you're dead and gone believe me,
Your memory will carry on!
We'll carry on!
Until my heart I can't contain it,
The anthem won't explain it!
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams.
You're misery and hate will kill us all!
So paint it black and take it back,
Lets shout it loud and clear!
Defiant to the end we hear the call,
To carry on!
We'll carry on!
And though you're dead and gone believe me,
Your memory will carry on!
We'll carry on!
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches on!
And on we carry through the fears!
Oh, oh, oh!
The disappointed faces of your peers!
Oh, oh, oh!
Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all!
Do or die!
You'll never make me!
Because the world will never take my heart!
Go and try; you'll never break me!
We want it all; we want to play this part!
I won't explain, or say I'm sorry!
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar!
Give a cheer, for all the broken!
Listen here, because it's who we are!
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero.
Just a boy, whose meant to sing this song!
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero!
I. Don't. Care!
We'll carry on!
We'll carry on!
And though you're dead and gone believe me,
Your memory will carry on!
We'll carry on!
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches on!
Do or die!
You'll never make me!
Because the world will never take my heart!
Go and try; you'll never break me!
We want it all; we want to play this part!
I won't explain, or say I'm sorry!
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar!
Give a cheer, for all the broken!
Listen here, because it's who we are!
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero!
Just a boy, who had to sing this song!
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero!
We'll carry on!
We'll carry on!
We'll carry on!
We'll carry on!
We'll carry on!
(music ends)
crowd: -woot-woot- GO DAINE!!!!
Kel: You're such a good singer!
Daine: Thank you.
Numair: Daine, right now, get in my pants!
Daine: (blushes) -hehe- -Numair!-
Numair: No Daine, I'm serious! Get in my pants! Right now! Go!
Alanna: Ok Numair keep it G rated.
Simon: Absolutely barbaric! You're worse than my mother and she's absolutely horrible!
Billie Joe: You remind me of a nice bunny that goes hop, hop, hop!
George:…
Daine:…
Alanna:…
Numair: He's got to be high…
Kel: Well I drugged Simon's soup, but he might have eaten it before Simon did.
George:…
Daine:…
Numair…
Alanna: Nice.
(there's a loud bang as the door flew open)
Jon: I'm back my fans!
Simon: How did you get in here!?
Jon: I know something you don't know! Guess what it is!
George: He opened the door.
Jon: Damn it!
Ashley: Johnny! I love you! (starts to run towards Jon)
Jon: (starts screaming and runs away) Die you whore!
Billie Joe: Finally someone agrees with me!
Alanna: It was just Jon.
Billie Joe: Oh. Well then. Security!
Jon: (gets caught and thrown out) I'll be ba-
(door slams shut and locked)
Ashley: NO!
Billie Joe: (grabs a bread stick and throws it at Ashley)
Ashley: Ow! (falls down unconscious)
Billie Joe: Well now I gotta take the trash out. (picks up Ashley and starts dragging here across the stage)
Hostess: Just leave her.
Billie Joe: I shouldn't her stench will get worse.
Hostess: But it's Alanna's turn.
Alanna: Leave her! I wanna go!
Simon: -yay us-
Alanna: Well…guess what? I'm gonna sing… The Killing Lights by AFI! YOY!
Kel: Yeah! Decapitation!
Alanna: YEAH!
Kel: YEAH!
Alanna: YEAH!
Kel: YEAH!
Alanna: Yeah- SHUT UP IT'S MY TURN!!!
Kel: Sorry…
Alanna: Now then, BEGIN MUSIC!
(music starts after much glaring by Alanna)
Oh!
Five A.M. on the bathroom floor from the night before,
Do you find me dreadful?
What a shame such a sad disgrace,
Such a pretty face,
But she's not regretful.
Am I beautiful?
(George: Heck YES!)
Am I usable?
(Starts to jump around a lot)
It's killing time again!
Put on your face and let's pretend,
These killing lights won't kill us all again.
Three A.M. on the city street, when the air is sweet,
I've had my mouth full.
But it seems that outside the screen,
Such a pretty face,
Often will look dreadful.
Oh.
Am I beautiful?
Am I usable?
(draws sword and starts running around)
It's killing time again!
Put on your face and let's pretend,
These killing lights won't kill us all again!
It's killing time again!
Cover your face and we'll pretend,
These killing lights can't kill us all again!
You see they always remember.
They never forget a face.
When they cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut you up, cut, cut, cut, cut.
They remember.
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut you up.
Cut you up!
It's killing time again!
Put on your face and let's pretend,
These killing lights won't kill us all again.
It's killing time again!
Cover your face and we'll pretend,
These killing lights can't kill us all again.
All again.
All again.
It's time again.
It's killing time!
(music ends)
crowd: YEA, YEA! GO ALANNA! –cheer-
George: Lass, it's getting hot in here! Perhaps we should take this outside?
Kel: Ewwwwwww!
Billie Joe: Alanna, could I hire you for, assistance in… robbery?
Alanna: What do you have in mind?
Billie Joe: I want to rob the president… of his dignity!!!
Simon: Can't be done. Impossible.
Daine: -hehe- Yummy!
Numair: What is that?
Daine: Well according to the writing it's… Dr. Pepper…
Numair: Where did you get that?
Daine: It came out of a metal box with a CLANG!
Alanna: Fun! We must investigate!
Daine: NO! MY PRECIOUS!
Alanna: Eat parchment! I want it!
Kel: I would rather have pretty little colorful matches! I LOVE FIRE!
(loud crash)
Jon: YES! I'm back!
Billie Joe: How the hell does he keep getting back in here!?
Simon: Damn janitor left the window open!
Janitor: I just wanted to give everyone a fresh breeze to bring the wonderful scent of life into the studio!
Billie Joe: Go buy Fabreeze you idiot!
Numair: What's Fabreeze?
Billie Joe: It's an air freshener that sprays a lovely scent every 9, 18, or 36 minutes. Now there's a fresh press button that you push to release an extra squirt for those extra smelly times. Now at your local grocery store for a low price!
Daine: Now I know what it is!
George: But seriously kids there's, nothing funny about misunderstood international terms.
Numair: Yes why just think of how confused Americans are when they go to Canada and order Canadian bacon but they get ham.
Alanna: Or when travelers go to Great Britian and see 'Don't Piss And Drive' on signs everywhere. There not talking about urinating while driving, because their word piss means drink.
Jon: -hehe- They haven't noticed m-
Simon: Turnip head get out!
Hostess: Well then…next is George! –o my goodness yes!-
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THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED AND VOTED! I'M SORRY, BUT I HAVE NO TIME FOR THE PERSONAL RESPONSES, WHICH I AM SO SORRY FOR! I LOVE DOING THOSE AND I FEAL HORRIBLE THAT I HAVE NO TIME TO WRITE THEM ALL! MANLY BECAUSE THERES SO MANY WHICH I LOVE!!! BUT KNOW THAT I COULDN'T HAVE DONE ANYTHING WITHOUT YOU GUYS! YOU ALL COMPLETE ME!
And to Icey the Fox, my flamer from my last post, if you decided to read past the first chapter and you get this I'm sorry that you didn't like it, but you should know that in the very first chapter of most long fics they aren't as good as the ones to follow so if you would've read all the chapters maybe they would've changed your mind. Thank you for being adult about it though and not sending a really trashy flame. I'm sorry though it was not to your taste. Although, I'm destined to have at least one person hate it, and out of ten chapters I only have 3! I'll take those odds anytime!