White Girls Kick Widow Ash
Opera. They had been invited to talk on Opera. Rin, for one, was exhilarated. She couldn't wait. Rin loved Opera, her show, her. She had seventeen autographed pictures hanging up in her home, and she intended to wear her I 3 OPERA t-shirt when they went on. Opera was an idol, and she was meeting her.
Ayame didn't want to go. "Why do I have to go on some obnoxious talk show just because my bands famous?" To her, going on Opera meant giving up every moral she'd ever stood for. Opera was lame, and way to serious for her own good.
Kagome thought it was a good opportunity for both bands. Opera was viewed by an audience of over a billion people. They could get some major cred for playing on Opera.
Miroku was completely with Rin on the subject of going, but as for Sango and the rest of White Widow, well, lets just say they'd never even heard of Opera before this.
Opera sat on the tan uncomfortable looking chair, in front of their live audience and TV crew. Kagome and Inuyasha were holding hands sitting in the chairs that had been set up especially for them. Rin, Ayame, Sango, Miroku, and Kouga all sat in the other chairs. The only uncomfortable tan chair left was the one by Rin, whom Sesshomaru was supposed to sit in, but had refused to leave the limo.
Opera stared at the seat longingly, and Rins fists clenched on her black skirt.
Rin had dressed GKA in the best we-are-rockers look she could find. Kagome wore a red tank top over black ripped sparkling skinny jeans, and a black and red plaid fedora hat. She also wore red knee length converse with black sparkling shoelaces. Sango wore a purple off the shoulder long sleeve T-shirt with rips along the sleeves, and the same pants and converse as Kagome, only her converse were purple. Ayame wore her red hair in pig tails and a dark blue tank top with a long sleeve off the shoulder fish net shirt underneith and the same pants and converse as Kagome and Sango, only her converse were navy blue. Rin wore her I 3 OPERA t-shirt over the same pants and shoes as her band mates. Only, her converse were orange.
The White Widows wore tuxedo-shirts with different colored ties, black skinny jeans, and black chuck tailors. Inuyasha's tie was red with silver WW printed down the middle. Kouga's was blue with silver WW printed down the middle. Miroku's was purple. Sesshomaru's was black.
Opera, though, was the complete opposite of the bands's seemingly gothic appearance. She wore a tan dress suit, which, Kagome thought, made her nearly blend in with the chair.
"So," Opera started, smiling what was supposed to be a kind smile, "White Girls Kick Widow Ash, everyone." Opera waved a hand at her guests.
"Um." Kagome held up a hand.
"Kagome!" Rin hissed. "We're not in a classroom!" She looked at Opera. "We're not in a classroom."
Inuyasha sighed.
Kagome dropped her hand. "Er... okay. Well, Opera, We're two different bands. Not the same." She indicated Inuyasha and the boys. "White Widow." and then she pointed at herself and the girls. "Girls Kick Ash."
Opera grinned at her audience. "White Girls Kick Widow Ash, everyone!" The audience applauded. "Cars for everyone!" The audience roared.
Inuyasha scooted forward. "Oi, lady." Opera looked at him. "We're separate bands. You invited two separate bands here."
Kagome nodded.
Rin leaned behind Kagome to hiss at him, "Quit being rood, Inuyasha! Your in the presence of a goddess!" She looked at Opera. "I just love your work."
Kagome shoved Rin out from behind her. "Look, Opera, with all due respect, Ayame, Sango, Rin, and I are Girls Kick Ash. Inuyasha, Kouga, Miroku, and Sesshy are White Widow. Two completely different bands."
Opera threw her hands in the air and smiled. "White Girls Kick Widow Ash, everyone!" The audience applauded. "New laptops for the lot of you!" The audience roared.
Rin clapped and scooted forward. "What about us? Do-do we get laptops too?"
Their host turned appalageticly. "No, I'm sorry. Those are only for the viewers."
Ayame looked at her. "What about I-phones?"
"Nope."
Sango asked, "I-pods? Mine broke."
"Sorry."
Sesshomaru sighed.
Kouga asked, "Type writers?"
"Nada."
"TV's?"
"No, sorry."
"Books?"
"By who?"
"Um... Ellen Hopkins?"
"No."
"I-pads?"
"Sorry, no."
"Drinks?"
"Flashlights?"
"Bracelets?"
"Help?"
"Homework?"
"No, no, no, and defiantly not."
Inuyasha looked. "Do we get anything?"
"No."
Opera smiled at her audience. "White Girls Kick Widow Ash, everyone!" The audience applauded. "I-pads, I-phones, and TV's for everyone!" The audience roared.
The bands dropped their heads.
Opera turned to them. "Hey, would you guys do us the honor of singing a song?"
Inuyasha turned to Miroku. "Hey, you and Sango just wrote a new one, right?"
Miroku nodded and turned to Sango. "Feel like singing?"
She grinned. "Always!"
Miroku rose from his seat and Sango fallowed, they accepted their microphone.
Inuyasha drummed his hands against the floor and the girls went along. They sang the beat out.
Do do, do-do, do do, do-do.
Miroku started, holding Sango's hand.
Every clock
is ticking faster
taking trips
around the sun
Another year,
another chapter
five
and four
and three
and two
and one
Drop your calls,
loose your keys
Sango
Before the night is gone
Miroku
Get yourself
out your seat
Sango
Oh, woah
Miroku
Quit complaining
move your feet
Sango
Until the break of dawn
Miroku
Because nobody really cares
about the day that you were born
Sango
This songs for everyone who it aint
your birthday
You gotta party like it's not
party like it's not
This songs for anyone who's having
the worst day
You got to party like it's not
party like it's not
Miroku
Like it's not your birthday
Both
Party like it's not
Party like it's not
Sango
Like it's not your birthday
Both
Party like it's not
Party like it's not
Sango
Oh, woah
Both
Party like it's not
Party like it's not
Sango
Like it's not your birthday
Both
Party like it's not
Party like it's not
Sango
Oh, woah
Miroku
Take a moment
of the good life
chase it down
until you fall
Three hundred n sixty five nights
why just one
if we can have them all
Sango
Drop your calls
Loose your keys
Miroku
Before the night is gone
Sango
Get yourself
out your seat
Miroku
Oh, woah
Sango
Clap your hands
move your feet
Miroku
Until the break of dawn
Sango
Cause noone really cares
about the day that you were born
Miroku
This songs for everyone who
it aint your birthday
You got to party like it's not
Party like it's not
This songs for anyone who's having the worst day
You got to party like it's not
Party like it's not
Sango
Oh, woah
The audience applauded and Opera stood to shake each and ever hand of both bands then she turned with a big flourish to the crowd. "White Girls Kick Widow Ash, everyone!" The audience roared.
Did You Know: That this chapter was dedicated to dreamstakewing?
Did You Know: That it was especially fun writing Opera into this chapter?
Did You Know: That Opera's not really as neurotic as I make her out to be here?