Disclaimer: I don't own the original song or the characters. OK? *Bows* Thank you.
Lord Wyldon glances at the new sheet of music he has just been handed and all the blood drains out of his face. "I refuse to sing that! I refuse, I will not and no one can make me!!"
"What's so bad about it?" Merric says as he pulls the paper out of his Lord's hand and looks at it, then feints dead away.
"I absolutely refuse to sing it!" A bolt of lightning comes though the window and strikes Wyldon's music stand.
"OK fine, we'll sing…." He mutters before motioning for everyone to start singing.
Joy to Tortall! Joren has come
And he's followed by his fan girls
Who yell and scream a lot
Who yell and scream a lot
Who yell, and yell and scream a lot!
Joy to Tortall! Joren is here
And everyone knows he's sexy
Mean, Evil and great
Fan girls are him fate
And all the girls want him
And all the girls want him
And all, And all the girls want him
Joy to Tortall! They can't have him
Because he's really mine
I've got him chained to my bedpost
To all else he's lost
And get away he shan't
And get away he shan't
And get, and get away he shan't!
As the last note dies down Joren puffs up his chest, "Ha! I'm not chained to anyone's bed post."
"Not yet anyway." Mummers Merric. Joren glares at him, and then turns and stalks out of the room. A few seconds later a thump is heard, followed by the noise of something being dragged away and an evil cackle.
Alanna looks at the words of the song and frowns. "Does anyone else thinks it's weird that we all pronounced lost to rhyme with post?"
Authors Note: Errrrr, that one was…. weird. It didn't really work out, you sort of have to use you imagination with it or something.
Oh, lightning blew up my computer and I now have no internet access! I even have to go to my friend's house to post this. So I can't check my emails (which means I wont be able to see if I got any reviews until it's fixed) and I can't read and review any stories. I feel so deprived! So sorry if I don't answer your questions or do the song you asked or something. I'm not ignoring you, I'm just not here.