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Chapter Thirty-Six: Karaoke: Ladies' Night
"Are we done moping yet?" Bee asked one day. After a while she joined us eating ice cream. It started out she just wanted ice cream because we were starting to run out and we stole the rest of the team's. But eventually she just stopped leaving to do other things--excluding missions, of course, which were obnoxiously frequent while I was trying to mope. Oh, and if you recall I promised three days of moping, but it sort of didn't go that way. I don't remember how many days exactly it was, but does it matter? No. Sarah is forever patient. But Bee was starting to get tired of the moping and not going anywhere.
"We have to let her do things in her own time," Sarah replied.
I wasn't here by the way; I had just gone to the bathroom and I was listening.
"Well we've been here for days except for when we have to on missions--after a while its just ridiculous."
"Well, I guess it would do her some good to go somewhere were there wasn't some sort of evil villain."
"You mean like a girl's night out on the town?" I asked, not feeling like listening outside the door anymore. Sirka didn't seem surprised to know I was listening.
"Yeah! We could do that!"
"You sure?" Bee asked. "I'm not objecting. I think it would be good!"
"Yeah, I'm sure. What do we do, though?" I asked.
"...Ooh. I know."
"What?" Bee and I asked.
"Karaoke." She grinned.
"I'm not such a great singer..." Bee mumbled. "But if you want to go, then we can."
"I'm okay! Let's do it!" I smiled.
"But wait, do you think the guys can take care of things while we're gone?" Sarah asked.
Our eyes widened.
"I'm not so sure I trust them..." Bee admitted.
"We could come home and find the house completely demolished..." I agreed.
"Hmm..." Sarah said, clearly trying to think of a solution. "We could lock them up in cells..."
I laughed. Then I looked at her and realized she wasn't kidding.
"No, no, that might be a bit extreme..." Bee mumbled, thinking.
A few minutes later, we were sitting in the kitchen watching Bee stand in front of the boys. They were standing at attention, and Bee was walking in front of them like a drill sergeant.
"Now...Tell me. Who will be in charge today while the girls are gone?"
"Aqualad!" They all said, with Aqualad smirking.
"Why is Aqualad in charge, Speedy, as opposed to anyone else?"
Speedy grumbled something that we couldn't understand.
"What was that?"
"Because...Aqualad is older than the wonder twins and more mature than me."
We giggled.
"Very good. Aqualad, what are your rules?"
"I must uphold the sanctity of our Tower and not exploit my power to make Speedy do anything humiliating."
"Excellent. Mas...Menos..." They looked up. "As you were."
"Gracias..." they said, running off to their room.
"At ease, soldiers, we're going now. If there's any trouble, take care of it. We don't want interruptions."
They nodded, and went to watch TV. Aqualad said, "Don't worry, General, I'll make sure nothing goes wrong.
That night we were going to go out in civvies (civilian clothes) and pretend to be three normal teen girls hanging out. I elected to wear a red sleeveless shirt that had white and navy stars and hearts on it--I know it sounds like the flag but it doesn't look anything like it--and it has this little bow on the bottom left side of it. I paired it with dark jean capris, a black heart necklace with a long chain, earrings with a sort of dangle-y black and white striped ball and navy flippers. Sarah was wearing a blue T-shirt that said "blue-eyed beauty" under a gray hoodie that was like a half-zip up thing and jean shorts and beige boots. Bee, who, by the way actually had her hair down which seems so weird, was wearing one of those INSPI(RED) shirts that was long-sleeved and had a scoop-neck with a black belt around her waist and black jeans with red flats.
Aren't we fashionable?
So we go, as Sarah, Tara, and Karen--yup, Bee's real name is Karen--with absolutely no connection to the Titans whatevers East. It's kinda fun not being a superhero sometimes with none of your adoring fans simply chasing after you every hour of every day. Though, I still kept my uniform in my purse, just in case. You never know what can happen on any given day; you need to be careful.
We got there to a full house--perfect. I could show off my amazing talents to the world. Or at least, a larger piece of it.
I'd been thinking of what I could sing. Unfortunately, Sarah was faster. Oh well; she could be my opening act while I thought about it.
"Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sun burnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realize, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow."
I clapped, along with everyone else. Not bad, Sirka. Not bad.
"I thought I'd give us a good summer song. I do love Corinne Bailey Rae!"
"Yeah, she's cool," I agreed. I then whispered to her, "I hope there isn't supposed to be some underlying message to me in there."
"Absolutely not." She grinned mischievously.
We went back to where Bee was, trying to pick out a song.
"I don't know, I'd like to sing this song, but I'm not that great..." She frowned. Something dawned on her and she said, "But if you guys sang it with me I'd do better!"
"...What song is it?"
She told us, and we couldn't say no. We just had to sing it! Or else.
So the music started and we proceeded to sing "The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage".
"Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time
Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me
Good, good now we're making some progress
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Applause, applause, no wait wait
Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make:
It seems the artists these days are not who you think
So we'll pick back up on that on another page
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes."
"I never thought I would like Panic! at the Disco, but I do! Especially that song!"
"I never thought that you would like Panic! either," I said.
"The world is full of surprises," Sarah told us.
"Here's a surprise: I'm really really hungry. Let's get some foood." My stomach was growling. So we got some chow and talked about what we'd sing next.
"I think...I wanna sing Promiscuous," I declared.
"...You'd need a dude," Sarah stated.
"Well...Yes, I will won't I?"
"Maybe you should call up one of the guys to come here."
"But then that would defeat the purpose of GIRLS' night. LADIES' night."
"True," Bee shrugged.
"I think I wanna sing...You're So Vain."
"Oooh. Awesome."
"I think I'm done singing for the day...I'll just watch."
"Okay. You guys watch me sing this song. I'll show you how it's done."
"You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself go by
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? don't you?
You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? don't you?
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? don't you?
Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? don't you?
"Did they ever figure out who the song was about?" I asked.
"Nah, but I heard once that there was a contest, and the winner would get to know. But they had to sign a bunch of contracts saying they wouldn't tell anybody."
"No, I'm talking about who you were singing about."
"...Don't you want to give us your solo performance?"
Sure, she could have just been singing a song...
Or she could have been singing a song about someone.
Whether she was singing about Leopold or not--hey, there could be some eventual loathing there since she never heard from him again!--I did what she said and sang "Good Day".
"I say to myself
Self, why are you awake again? It's one a.m.
Standing with the fridge wide open, staring
Such a sight, florescent light
The stars are bright
Might make a wish, if I believed in them
As it is, I might watch TV
Cause it's nice to see people more messed up than me
I say to myself, as I smile at the wall, just let myself fall
It's gonna be all right, no matter what they say
It's gonna be a good day, just wait and see
It's gonna be alright, cause I'm alright with me
It's gonna be, it's gonna be, it's gotta be
I shiver, shut the door
Can't think standing here no more
I'm alone, my mind's racing, heart breaking
Can you be everything I need you to be?
Can you protect me like a daughter?
Can you love me like a father?
Can you drink me like water?
Say I'm like the desert, Just Way Hotter.
The point of it all
Is that if I should fall
Still you're name I'll call
It's gonna be all right, no matter what they say
It's gonna be a good day, just wait and see
It's gonna be OK, cause I'm OK with me
It's gonna be, it's gonna be
As long as we laugh out loud
Laugh like we're mad
Cause this crazy, mixed up beauty is all that we have
Because what's love but an itch we can't scratch, a joke we can't catch
God, but still we laugh
Get back in bed, turn off the TV
You say "It'll be alright baby, just wait and see."
It's gonna be all right, it's gonna be okay
It's gonna be all right, just wait and see
Its gonna be all right, no matter what they say
Its gonna be a good day, just wait, just see
It's gonna be okay, cause I'm okay with me
It's gonna be, it's gonna be, it's gonna be okay...
Uh oh, I'm awake again
It's one A.M.
Staring
Such a sight
Well, at least the stars are bright."
Applause, applause. I'll be here all...my life. Almost said that, too, but it sounded too depressing to me. So I just smiled, gave a wave, and hopped off to my friends.
"Nice song," Sarah said, like she knew everything. Which she does.
"I like it," Bee said, not noticing as a really loud song was about to be sung. Just then I heard a faint ringing-type sound.
"Do you hear something?!" I said loudly over the blaring music.
"It sounds like...a communicator?" Sarah guessed. We all checked our pockets--each of them were going off.
"Let's go to the bathroom--we'll answer it there!" Bee shouted to us.
Once inside--and once sure that there was no one listening--we answered one of the communicators. Out of it came Aqualad.
"We're going to need some help over here!" he called to us.
"Noo, there was nothing going on at all this week, and they choose now to cause trouble?" I pouted. I know, I'd brought my uniform, but now I'm having so much fun, I don't want to have to stop!
"Can't you do it yourself?" Sarah asked.
"Umm...No!" came Speedy's voice.
"But we don't even...have our uniforms! We look like normal people, we can't just reveal our secret identities!" Bee tried.
"...Yeah!..." Sarah agreed painfully, fumbling with something in her pocket, then moving her hands to have her arms folded.
"What...? Is that your mask?" I asked Sarah.
"What?...No! Of course not!" she claimed, shoving her hands into her pockets. "Why would I?..."
"It is!" Bee said, seeing it accidentally coming out of her pocket.
"Well...yes, okay, I...keep them. I keep them with me...Yeah! Just in case I need to spring into action! You know...?"
"No, you didn't trust the guys do you? You thought we'd have to take care of trouble!"
"Well we do, don't we?"
"Well--"
"Wait a second!" I said, pointing at Bee. "You're wearing your uniform under there! I can see the yellow and black stripy-ness!"
"And you said I didn't trust the guys!"
"Well...I'm the leader, it's my business to be concerned!"
"Sure..." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Well what about you?"
Oh no, I thought. But I thought up a lie, and thought it up quick. "I'm practically wearin' a cami! A black turtleneck would not fit in there!"
"...No," Sarah admitted. "But it would fit in here!" she exclaimed, taking my purse. Sure enough, she found my uniform.
DAMN it.
"Ha!" Bee shouted. "Don't you try and sound like the innocent one!"
"LOOK, GUYS, WE DON'T CARE WHICH OF YOU IS THE INNOCENT ONE!" Aqualad yelled from the communicator.
"JUST GET YOUR GIRLY BUTTS DOWN HERE ALREADY!!" Speedy shouted in agreement.
"Yeah, sorry!" I said. I pulled on my top, not worrying about my cami underneath and took off my capris--I kinda already had the shorts on. I was just gonna have to deal with having bad shoes. Sarah had already put on her mask and Bee was back in her yellow and black attire.
"Let's go..." she said, defeated.
So we had to take care of...something or other, I don't remember. All I remember was that it was big and bitchy and not fun at all.
"So now that that's over with, which of you guys will sing Promiscuous with me?"
"I'll do it."
Speedy, who else?
"Am I throwin you off?"
"Nope."
"Didn't think so."
"How you doin' young lady
That feelin' that you givin' really drives me crazy
You don't haveta play about the joke
I was at a loss of words first time that we spoke."
"Looking for a girl that'll treat you right
You lookin' for her in the day time with the light."
"You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night."
"You expect me to just let you hit it?
But will you still respect me if you get it?"
"All I can do is try, gimme one chance
What's the problem I don't see no ring on your hand
I be the first to admit it, I'm curious about you, you seem so innocent."
"You wanna get in my world, get lost in it
Boy I'm tired of running, lets walk for a minute..."
"Promiscuous girl
Wherever you are
I'm all alone
And it's you that I want."
"Promiscuous boy
You already know
That I'm all yours
What you waiting for?"
"Promiscuous girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need."
"Promiscuous boy
Let's get to the point
Cause we're on a roll
Are you ready?
Roses are red
Some diamonds are blue
Chivalry is dead
But you're still kinda cute."
"Hey! I can't keep my mind off you
Where you at, do you mind if I come through?"
"I'm out of this world come with me to my planet
Get you on my level do you think that you can handle it?"
"They call me Thomas
last name Crown
Recognize game
I'm a lay mine's down."
"I'm a big girl I can handle myself
But if I get lonely I'ma need your help
Pay attention to me I don't talk for my health--"
"I want you on my team"
"So does everybody else."
"Baby we can keep it on the low
Let your guard down ain't nobody gotta know
If you with it girl I know a place we can go."
"What kind of girl do you take me for?"
"Promiscuous girl
Wherever you are
I'm all alone
And it's you that I want."
"Promiscuous boy
You already know
That I'm all yours
What you waiting for?"
"Promiscuous girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need."
"Promiscuous boy
Let's get to the point
Cause we're on a roll
Are you ready?"
"Don't be mad, don't get mean."
"Don't get mad, don't be mean."
"Hey! Don't be mad, don't get mean."
"Don't get mad, don't be mean!"
"Wait! I don't mean no harm
I can see you with my t-shirt on."
"I can see you with nothing on
feeling on me before you bring that on."
"Bring that on?"
"You know what I mean."
"Girl, I'm a freak you shouldn't say those things!"
"I'm only trying to get inside your brain
To see if you can work me the way you say."
"It's okay, it's alright
I got something that you gon' like."
"Hey is that the truth or are you talking trash?
Is your game M.V.P. like Steve Nash?"
"Promiscuous girl
Wherever you are
I'm all alone
And it's you that I want."
"Promiscuous Boy
I'm calling your name
But you're driving me crazy
The way you're making me wait!"
"Promiscuous girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need!"
"Promiscuous Boy
We're one in the same
So we don't gotta play games no more!"
After that song, we decided to head home. I was kinda tired, anyway.
But when we got there?...Disaster.
"WHAT...HAPPENED?" I asked in total shock. When Sarah saw, she thought quickly and walked back from where we came to make sure Bee didn't see what had happened.
The kitchen was ceiling to floor covered in the most disgusting things imaginable (and every one of them): dirt, eggs, unidentified goop in every color of the spectrum, trash that made it look like the garbage disposal threw up.
"Yes, I know it looks bad, but we can fix it, really--"
"Before Bumble Bee gets in here? She's right outside the door, and if Sirka didn't know everything she would have seen, and she'll never trust you to be in charge again!"
"...I know," Aqualad admitted. "I would have cleaned it, too, if we didn't have to go into town. But I can fix it really easily, see?" He motioned for me to get behind him, then he summoned the water from the sink to be splashed around every inch of the room.
"Okay...Now everything's wet."
"Oh, yes, but--"
Mas y Menos came in, Mas holding a hair dryer, then Menos ran around to every nook and cranny so the place was spotless.
"Wow...Shiny."
"We do love the shiny, don't we?" Speedy asked.
"Yep...Let Bee in."
And so we did. She was very impressed. "I never thought I would come home to find it this clean! Always hoped, but...Mas, why do you have my hair dryer?"
"Ah...¡Porque Menos necesitó secar el pelo, y sus trabajo el mejor!"
I whispered the translation ("Because Menos needed to dry his hair, and your's works the best!") to her, and she said, "I don't know how we ever got them without you. Well, okay, is he done with it?"
They nodded and gave it back.
"Didn't even notice they had all that much hair..." she muttered as she went to her room. The guys gave a unanimous sigh of relief as she left the room.
"Try not to do something like that again!" Sarah asked of them.
"We'll...try..." Speedy said. "I can't promise too much success, but whatever."
"I'm going to bed..." she said, rolling her eyes. I, too, retreated to my dwelling, but not before checking my e-mail. I never get anything, but I always check. You never know who could send you a letter via internet at any given moment!
And there, as I signed onto my AOL account...was an e-mail. An e-mail from...Beast Boy. Its title was simply 'Open'. I did so and only found one sentence.
Go to The Technical Crap Room.
Like a speeding bullet I rushed out of my room to get there. I had no idea where it was going--I didn't have time to think about it!--but there was something there. I had some odd hope that Beast Boy himself would be there, thinking that he probably wasn't, but that there was always a small chance! I finally got there and found--
Nothing.
It was just The Technical Crap Room. Nothing out of the--
But then I saw something shiny. It was the teleporter! It had been activated, and something was about to be there. I thought, of course! Beast Boy was sending me something. I hoped. It might have been a mere coincidence, you know? But I decided it wasn't. Then an idea struck me: what if he was sending himself here? I know what you're thinking: Cyborg said it wasn't big enough for people and that he was working on a people teleporter. But think about it: Beast Boy could become as small as a tiny cell thingy, and there are bigger things that could fit on there! Then it occurred to me that he would have to have someone else push the button for him, but he could have enlisted someone else to do it!
Finally the shiny-ness evaporated and there were two small items left on the teleporter (though neither of them, as far as I could tell, were Beast Boy). One was a piece of paper. The other...I picked up slowly by its chain so that it almost seemed to unravel until its heart pendant was suspended.
"My necklace..." I whispered. Forgetting my haste to see anything from Beast Boy, I slowly I picked up the paper, to find a letter written by him.
Dear You,
Something told me you would want this back. I may be completely wrong, but I don't care. I'm sorry that it's been one month five days sixteen hours and thirty-two minutes since you left and that just now I'm writing to you. It should have been sooner, I know, but I'm sure you'd be willing to forgive me. Something about today made me realize how many promises I wasn't keeping. You're my best friend, and it was always supposed to be that way. I want to e-mail you, too. I want to write to you! Have the past weeks been driving you crazy? I'll admit they were. For me. Send me a reply. I just wish I'd sent you one sooner.
Love,
I gasped.
Love, Me
I looked for something in my pockets that I could write on and something to write with. Going back to my room would take way too long. Fortunately, on a table near me were some sticky notes and a pencil. Quickly, I scribbled a short reply:
It's good to hear from you again.
To Be Continued...
Next time on, "And So It Is..."
Oh I don't know--I hadn't thought about it, It can be a surprise...-Oh, isn't life just wonderful? Our heroes have their best friend back! Terra's starting to adjust to her new life, and BB's about done readjusting to his old one. But hmm...The two months are about to draw to a close, and Speedy is turning up the charm. And soon...the chase shall begin.
There's, its here, even BEFORE the 4th O' July! Take thaaaaaaat GG, I beat your deadline!