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A/N: Don't fret my little darlings, I know this chapter wasn't the CSI chapter, and I meant for it to be that way. The CSI chapter should be the next, but if it isn't, it will probably be out in a few weeks. I want to thank all of my reviewers because you're all awesome, especially TheOutsidersGirl4Lifee for giving me the inspiration for this chapter. Even though I told you it would probably be a long wait, I decided to use it for this chapter, because I'm still deciding how to write the CSI one, so I need suggestions for the CSI chapter. Tell me in a review or PM what you think the case should be, as in who will get murdered and what role will the band play in the show.
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Chapter Eleven: American Idol… wait, what?
"This is discrimination!" Ponyboy shouted, arms crossed and his green-gray eyes blazing with fury. "How could they ask you two and desert us? What happened to the Troop? The other five of us, huh?"
Sodapop sighed, taking a seat next to his brother. "It's not discrimination, Ponyboy. They just asked the two most popular guys from the group, that's all."
"Don't flatter yourself, Soda," Darry mumbled from the corner chair, in the exact same position as Ponyboy. Truth be told, Darry was extremely jealous that he wouldn't get the opportunity to be a guest judge for the American Idol auditions in Atlanta, Georgia.
"Yeah," Steve agreed, glaring down at the white carpet he was sitting on.
"Well, at least we're all gonna be on CSI, right? I mean, Tim said we would all be making guest appearances, along with that candy shop guy," Soda exclaimed, trying to cheer the guys up.
"60 Cent," Dallas piped in. Tim had told Soda and Dally a few days ago that they'd be working with someone who could take them to the candy shop, using one of 60's songs to trick them. Dallas knew better, but Soda was still clueless as to who this "candy shop" guy was, so Dallas had filled him in later on.
"Yeah, him, right. It'll be lots of fun, guys! We'll all be… actors! Yay!" Soda giggled, clapping his hands together.
Dallas raised his eyebrows. "Uh, I gotta go call Meg."
"Yeah, I have to go um, to the bathroom!" Darry lied, running to his bunk from Soda.
"Same!" Two-Bit declared.
"I have to go uh, brush my hair," Steve mumbled.
"And I have to go watch my favorite show J.O.N.A.S!" Ponyboy exclaimed, the only one being truly honest and realistic.
Johnny glanced nervously between Ponyboy and Soda before deciding. "Yeah, what Pony said."
Sodapop Curtis sat in confusion, watching as his best buddies ran off. "Was it something I said?"
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The next morning, all was silent in the Tulsa Troop's tour bus. They were in Atlanta, Georgia, and Dallas and Sodapop were just waking to get ready for their long day as guest judges on American Idol.
"Dally, what should I wear?" Soda asked.
Dallas glared at the sixteen year old boy in front of him. "Clothes."
Soda rummaged through his Louis Vutton suitcases, before coming up with jeans, a wife beater with a button up blue flannel shirt over it, and his brand new blue checkered scarf. Paired with Ponyboy's oversized Chanel sunglasses and Two-Bit's brand new Nikes, it was the perfect outfit for the perfect occasion. Walking out of the bathroom and into the living room, Sodapop took notice of Dally's outfit. He was wearing a wife beater as well, but with a black leather jacket over it and blue jeans, with his worn out black Chucks.
"You look like a '60s boy," Soda informed him.
"You look like a woman," Dallas snapped, "Lose the sunglasses and the scarf, you creeper."
"No!" Soda objected, crossing his arms like Ponyboy had done yesterday, although he did take off the sunglasses.
Dally rolled his blue eyes as he plugged his earphones into his iTouch. He decided to go light on the music, choosing a bluesy Niley Cyrus track. Soda on the other hand was listening to something completely different, opting for a song by Avenged Sixfold. Sodapop enjoyed heavy metal; it totally fit his happy-go-lucky personality.
The boys were at the audition sight in no time, dodging paparazzi as they entered the building, surrounded by security guards with more experience than the Secret Service. They followed the guards to the room they were instructed to meet in, and were soon within ten feet of five fellow A-Listers.
Dallas had never met any of the judges, including Simon Cower, Randy Johnson, Tara DioGuardi, and Helen DeGeneres, along with the show's host, Ryan Landcrest, so he was determined to make a good first impression, but Soda beat him to the punch.
"Hi! I'm Sodapop Curtis, and that's Dallas Winston," he said cheerfully, pointing to Dally, whose jaw was practically on the floor. Was Soda taking control? Well, he did all the time, but Dallas was perfectly capable of introducing himself to a bunch of people.
"Good morning boys! I'm Ryan Landcrest, the host, as you all know, since I'm the most annoying person on television who also has the whitest teeth in the western hemisphere! Oh, and let me introduce you to the others! This is Helen DeGeneres, everybody loves her because she's naturally hilarious. This is Tara DioGuardi; we don't know much about her because most of the time she's busy writing other people's songs because they can't write their own. Simon Cower is the biggest pessimist on planet Earth and he's always up for insulting someone, like me!" Ryan stopped to breathe and giggle, but proceeded with introducing Randy. "Oh! And this is Randy Johnson. He still thinks saying "dog" is cool, but we all know that was SO 2001. So, are you guys ready for some judging?"
"As long as you won't be in the room, we're fine," Dallas mumbled, earning a death glare from Soda.
Ryan laughed nonetheless, since he thought everyone loved him, and proceeded to exit the room to talk to the next "American Idols".
The chit chat simmered down, and soon enough, people were flooding into the audition rooms with hopes of either impressing their grandmothers by being utterly stupid and the others, who actually had some talent but played kiss ass to the judges.
In walked a tall, lanky redhead with buck teeth. "Good morning Pippi Longstocking," Dallas whispered to Soda, who chuckled.
"Good morning. What's your name?" Simon greeted the girl, who looked about eighteen.
"Candy Brown," she giggled in her thick Southern accent.
"Okay Candy, and what will you be singing today?" Tara questioned, taking a sip of the water in her Coca Cola cup.
Candy grinned. "I'll be singing 'As Long As You Love Me' by The Tulsa Troop," she said, winking at Soda and Dallas.
Dally leaned into Soda's ear and whispered, "I think I just threw up in my mouth or something."
"Go ahead, Candy," Helen encouraged the teenager.
The redhead exhaled, and smiled, yet again, before singing in a very cracked voice, "Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine, I'm leaving my life in your hands. People say I'm crazy and that I am blind, risking it all in a-"
Simon held up his hand. "Please stop," he interrupted her. Candy obeyed, and raised her eyebrows in hope. "Candy, that was horrible. You cannot sing to save your life."
Candy's face fell. "I can-I can sing another song."
Randy shook his head. "Sorry dog, but I don't think this competition is for you."
"Maybe you can enter a beauty pageant!" Soda piped in before he and Dallas burst into fits of laughter.
"Maybe you can start wearing men's clothes!" Candy countered, stomping out of the room without her golden ticket.
Dallas cracked up, but Soda just sighed. They'd never understand his love of fashion.
Just a moment later, a tall African American man walked in. He looked much older than the age limit of American Idol, which was twenty-eight years, but anyone was allowed a shot; anything to please the fans, right?
"Hello. Your name?" Tara greeted the contestant, who was clad in jeans, a black T-shirt, black sunglasses, and a black hat.
"General Darry Platt," the man replied.
"General? Wow. That's hot, dog," Randy commented, thinking he was amazing for his totally outdated gangster lingo.
"And what song will you be singing for us today, General? Helen questioned.
General pulled up his pants and answered, "My song, called 'Pants on the Ground'."
Simon snickered. "Pants on the Ground?" he asked in his British accent.
"Pants on the Ground," General clarified in his opposite Southern accent. This was Atlanta, after all.
"Alright. Go right ahead then," Tara said.
"Pants on the ground, pants on the ground, lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground! With the gold in your mouth, hat turned sideways, pants hit the ground. Call yourself a cool cat, lookin' like a fool walking downtown with your pants on the ground!"
Everyone was in stitches, especially Tara and Sodapop. Dallas and Simon were not so thrilled, but still got a kick out of it as the General started break dancing while continuing the song. Eventually, the song wrapped up, and General was told that he was too old to be enrolled in the competition.
"Lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground!" Soda sang quietly, causing Dallas to laugh.
The day went on with some fabulous talent and other stupid performances, but nothing had caused the boys to laugh more than the pants song. One thing was for sure: The boys would be back for more American Idol next year.
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It was rounding midnight, and Sodapop stood in the shower, letting the hot water fall onto his body as he shampooed his golden blonde hair. "Lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground!" he sang. But little did he know, that ten feet away, Dallas laid in his bunk, singing the exact same tune.
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60 Cent = 50 Cent
Niley Cyrus = Miley Cyrus
Avenged Sixfold = Avenged Sevenfold
Simon Cower = Simon Cowell
Randy Johnson = Randy Jackson
Tara DioGuardi = Kara DioGuardi
Helen DeGeneres = Ellen DeGeneres
Ryan Landcrest = Ryan Seacrest
General Darry Platt = General Larry Platt
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