I Try To Think About Elvis Jamie Jamie 2 30 2001-11-08T21:49:00Z 2001-11-08T21:49:00Z 2 458 2612 na 21 5 3207 9.2720
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Any other characters are mine. I also don't own the song "I Try To Think About Elvis". It was written by Gary Burr and is sung by Patty Loveless (This is the perfect song for this fic! I didn't even need to alter it). 
 
For the Love of Gundam
Part 3
Written By BrittanyRae
 
            Once again lights dimmed and a curly haired girl entered a stage with the spotlight shining on her. However there was a difference from last time, she skated on to the ice covered stage. Tonight the audience was wearing Eskimo clothing to keep warm. Location #3 happened to be in a giant igloo located in Antarctica. Everyone had to wear ice skates to get around inside and snowshoes outside. A blizzard raged outside the igloo. There was no electricity. Shouting at the top of her lungs Cappuccino Woman began the show.
            "Hello everyone, I apologize for the cold. The Toms will have trouble getting us here! Tonight Relena Peacecraft will be singing for us. The song is called "I Try To Think About Elvis" but it has nothing to do with Elvis. Enjoy the snow and you hot chocolates!"
            When she was finished Relena Peacecraft skated out on to the stage to begin her song, which like the rest of them, was dedicated to Gundam Wing and its addicts.
 
                               I try to think about Elvis
                               Memphis
                               Oprah in the afternoon
                               I try to think about palm trees
                              Fig leaves    
                               The creature from the black lagoon
                               I try to think about high heels
                               And good deals
                               Anything to get me through
                               I just can't concentrate
                               You're all I think about these days
 
                               I try to contemplate the cosmos
                               What goes
                               Round and round the sky at night
                               I try to think about champagne
                               Freight trains
                               Slowly rolling out of sight
                               I try to focus on the headlines
                               Street crimes
                               Every time I think I might
                               I just can't concentrate
                               You're all I think about these days
 
                               My mind wanders where it will
                               When it settles right on you
                               I forget what I should say
                               I forget what I should do
 
                               My mind wanders where it will
                               When it settles right on you
                               I forget what I should say
                               I forget what I should do
               
                               I try to think about Shakespeare
                               Leap year
                               The Beatles or the Rolling Stones
                               I try to think about hair-do's
                               Tattoos
                               Sushi bars and saxophones
                               I try to think about the talk shows
                               New clothes
                               But I guess I should have known
                               I just can't concentrate
                               You're all I think about these days
                               You're all I think about these days

            The audience applauded loudly. Then all of the sudden they felt water dripping. Soon the g-boys came running in to inform everyone that the Toms were melting the arena by shooting fire at it with flaming arrows. Like a stampede of wild animals the audience fled the igloo. Cappuccino Woman sighed, the audience would be smaller for performance number three. The head Tom2 stomped his foot angrily.

          "Mark my words I will get you Cappuccino Woman!" he vowed.

Author's Note: Okay this time the song wasn't altered at all because it already fit perfectly. Don't forget to review and make sure you join me from performance number 4! Oh and bring your space helmets and flame proof space suits!

~BrittanyRae