Zell's Band
Part 3
"OK. Now, who knows the words to any good pop songs?" Zell said.
"Umm, Zell, pop sucks. Besides, we would have to do dance moves," said Irvine, shuddering at the very thought. "I was thinking more along the lines of… Indie."
"Indie? What's that?" Zell asked, puzzled.
Seifer sighed in exasperation. "You wanted to be in a band, and you didn't know anything about alternative?"
"No!" Zell cried. "Those guys are mean and scary! Annabelle and me prefer to thtay… umm, stay in and listen to warm, friendly, huggy music like Britney or *NSYNC!" he grinned triumphantly. "Aren't we COOL!?"
"Noooo… you suck." said Squall. "I can't believe we agreed to this! I mean, what do you want us to be like? 98º? Backstreet Boys? A1? WESTLIFE? As if!"
"Damn…" said Zell, as one by one his pictures for the band evaporated. "But there is one group…"
"Well, can't be any worse than them groups, ya know?" Raijin said confidently, as the boys got into a huddle. Zell revealed his plans, and Squall, Seifer and Irvine would have screamed, but it wasn't manly. Raijin, however, screamed like a little girl, or Barret.
"No way, man…" Irvine backed away. "I think I'll just be a groupie for the chicks…"
"No you don't," Seifer said, catching hold of his sleeve. "You're perfect for the part…"
"I am NOT wearing that!" Squall yelled. "I am a respectable commander, for God's sake!"
"Oh, yeah? Then what was that rumour I heard about you and Rinoa, and your desk?" Seifer said with an evil twinkle in his eye. "And I mean HEARD…"
Squall went cherry-red. "Shut up!" he hissed. But it was too late…
"Oh, yeah, ya know?" Raijin said, although his normal speaking voice was like a foghorn. "I heard about that too, Squall and Rinoa makin' whoopee on his desk…"
"PERVERT!" said Fujin for the second time that day, kicking Raijin hard in the shin, then thinking the better of it, and aiming for his groin instead. Raijin howled, or rather squeaked, in pain. "F-Fu, ya know? Hurts, ya know? Delicate, ya know?" he squeaked, tears in his eyes.
"THOP… umm, STOP SAYING YA KNOW!" yelled Zell. "And let's get everything sorted."
"Ha ha, ya know? Glad I got drums to hide behind." Raijin made his first good point all day. Nope, sorry, all week. Year, even.
"Well," shrieked Selphie, deafening everyone except Irvine, who had built up a natural immunity to her yelling, "We're gonna whoop your asses! We rock! You guys are a bunch of… umm…umm…guys with no musical talent! Yeah, that's it. That's what you are!"
"Yoo! Thelphie! We are tho not crap! We're gonna rock! You'll see!" Zell boomed, after regaining his hearing. "We have Annabelle! The best musical talent EVER!"
"The words stuffed, cow and mentally unstable come to mind…" Seifer muttered to Raijin, while trying to make a break for it.
"Yoo! THEIFER! I see you! Come back here! There's no escape! Annabelle sees all!" Zell shouted, brandishing Annabelle and making her squeak. "Yeah, not only is Annabelle magical, she's also versatile! Look, she has this mirror on her tummy, which is perfect for checking my RAD hair, and crinkly feet, which are fun to crinkle, and she has a bell on her tail! She's amazing!"
"…Whatever," Squall uttered, rolling his eyes.
"Ah, but can she defend you against mean ol' monsters?" Seifer said wickedly, grinning.
"Why?" asked Zell defensively.
"Oh… no reason…" Seifer said absently. "Oh, Sammy! C'mere!"
Suddenly, Seifer's pet Tri-Face, Sammy, loped into the room.
"Tri-Face! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!" Zell screamed, and promptly fainted.
"Hehehehe. I guess that got us out of his lame band, huh, fellas?" Seifer said in relief, petting Sammy on the head. "OK, you can go hide in Zell's sock drawer now, Sammy. Make it a good 'un." Sammy ran off obediently, snickering like a certain dog from 'Wacky Races'.
"Nice one, Seifer. You got us out of that one." said Irvine gratefully.
"Zell! No!" screamed Selphie. "FULL-LIFE!"
"No, Selphie! No!" Squall yelled, but it was in vain. Zell was revived and got to his feet.
"So, guys. Now, it's time to JAM!" he cried with a flourish, and as an afterthought, added, "You too, Annabelle!"
This time, Seifer, Irvine and Squall did scream. So did Raijin, but then, that's nothing new…
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What horrific thing does Zell have planned for everyone's favourite boys? Will he find Sammy? Will Selphie find intelligence? And, who will win? Find out in the next exciting installment of: Zell's Band!
Note: I like Selphie, it's just her turn to be scapegoat. I like Zell too, I just think he acts a bit gay sometimes. R&R, and I promise I'll read and review your stories, too. *^_^*
P.S. HI MATTHEW! You finished my CD yet? ^_^
~*Louise²ºº¹~*