AN: Hello again! ^_^ I was bored, so I added yet another chapter. This time, it's Max's
turn singing 'Why Should I Worry' from Oliver and Company. I'm not sure who to do next,
Rei, maybe? I dunno. Please give me some suggestions on songs, too, please? *cough**cough*
Anyway, please enjoy the third chapter of my song ficcy. I still need to come up with a good
name for it...
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Lee smiled as he and the rest of the White Tigers sat down at a table beside that of the
Bladebreakers. "Hey, how's it going?" he asked. "Okay," Tyson replied, acting way too cool,
"How about you?" "Same here," Lee answered. Mariah coughed a little too politely,
"Hey, Erin, I see you and Kai have gotten a little closer since we last met up." Erin blushed
a deep red and Kai put his arm protectively around her.
On the other side of what seemed to be the center table, the Majestics took their seats.
"Hello," Oliver said politely. "Yeah," Enrique cut in, "Hi, how's it hanging?" Robert shook his
head and sighed. How had he come to be on the same team as this kikei? Rei smiled politely,
"Hello, Oliver. It's good to see you again. Max decided to deal with Enrique. He grinned,
"Hey, Enrique, long time no see."
This sort of conversation went on for some time until Max was finally called to the stage.
"Sorry, guys," he said, "I guess we'll have to finish this conversation later." He then
pulled off his trenchcoat and ran up to the stage.
Max was wearing something completely different from his usually clothes. He was wearing a
pair of black pants and a loose-fitting red t-shirt. A silver chain hung from his belt and
another hung loosely around his neck. He wore red gloves with the fingers cut off only for his
thumbs, index, and middle fingers. A black head-band held back his mane of hair. Max smiled
inocently and began to sing.
"One minute I'm in the blade shop
Then I'm training on the street
America to Japan
All our foes we will defeat
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
We're bladewise
We can improvise
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
We're bladesmart
We've got our team spirit heart
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
Keep it cool all the time
Got that bit-beast savoir faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just a beyblade creation
We all got blade savoir faire
Our battle's just beginnning
But now we've got it down
Anyone can own this town
If they wanna wear the crown
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
Keep it cool all the time
Our friendship will never tear
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just a beyblade creation
Gunna make everyone stare
Ev'rything goes
Ev'ry bit fits
They loved us in America
Adored us in Paris
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
With us, no one'll cross that line
I've got friends who will care
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo..."
Max was greeted with a great deal of applause as he exited the stage. Erin stood up and
hugged him. "Max, you were great!" she smiled. "Why didn't you hug me?" Kai asked in a whiny
voice. Erin kissed him, "Does that answer your question?" Kai blushed. Beside that small
interuption, the three tables were brimming with enthusiastic praise for the blonde-haired
boy. "That was very well-done, Max," Robert told him in his formal way while Kevin and Johnny
both just shrugged and told him he did 'okay'. Gary smiled at his little friend and Tyson
refused to shut up for the next two songs or, at least until their food arrived.
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RG: Well, what do you think? I'm pretty sure I'm on a roll, thought I STILL need to work on
my other stories, I think I'll stick with this one for the time being and see how I go from there.
PLease R&R. Flames will be used to feed the bonfire I'm going to be burning the Demolition
Boys (excluding Tala) in. No offence intended for all you DB fans. OKay, well, laters. ^_^
~RG
turn singing 'Why Should I Worry' from Oliver and Company. I'm not sure who to do next,
Rei, maybe? I dunno. Please give me some suggestions on songs, too, please? *cough**cough*
Anyway, please enjoy the third chapter of my song ficcy. I still need to come up with a good
name for it...
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Lee smiled as he and the rest of the White Tigers sat down at a table beside that of the
Bladebreakers. "Hey, how's it going?" he asked. "Okay," Tyson replied, acting way too cool,
"How about you?" "Same here," Lee answered. Mariah coughed a little too politely,
"Hey, Erin, I see you and Kai have gotten a little closer since we last met up." Erin blushed
a deep red and Kai put his arm protectively around her.
On the other side of what seemed to be the center table, the Majestics took their seats.
"Hello," Oliver said politely. "Yeah," Enrique cut in, "Hi, how's it hanging?" Robert shook his
head and sighed. How had he come to be on the same team as this kikei? Rei smiled politely,
"Hello, Oliver. It's good to see you again. Max decided to deal with Enrique. He grinned,
"Hey, Enrique, long time no see."
This sort of conversation went on for some time until Max was finally called to the stage.
"Sorry, guys," he said, "I guess we'll have to finish this conversation later." He then
pulled off his trenchcoat and ran up to the stage.
Max was wearing something completely different from his usually clothes. He was wearing a
pair of black pants and a loose-fitting red t-shirt. A silver chain hung from his belt and
another hung loosely around his neck. He wore red gloves with the fingers cut off only for his
thumbs, index, and middle fingers. A black head-band held back his mane of hair. Max smiled
inocently and began to sing.
"One minute I'm in the blade shop
Then I'm training on the street
America to Japan
All our foes we will defeat
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
We're bladewise
We can improvise
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
We're bladesmart
We've got our team spirit heart
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
Keep it cool all the time
Got that bit-beast savoir faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just a beyblade creation
We all got blade savoir faire
Our battle's just beginnning
But now we've got it down
Anyone can own this town
If they wanna wear the crown
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
Keep it cool all the time
Our friendship will never tear
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just a beyblade creation
Gunna make everyone stare
Ev'rything goes
Ev'ry bit fits
They loved us in America
Adored us in Paris
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
With us, no one'll cross that line
I've got friends who will care
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo..."
Max was greeted with a great deal of applause as he exited the stage. Erin stood up and
hugged him. "Max, you were great!" she smiled. "Why didn't you hug me?" Kai asked in a whiny
voice. Erin kissed him, "Does that answer your question?" Kai blushed. Beside that small
interuption, the three tables were brimming with enthusiastic praise for the blonde-haired
boy. "That was very well-done, Max," Robert told him in his formal way while Kevin and Johnny
both just shrugged and told him he did 'okay'. Gary smiled at his little friend and Tyson
refused to shut up for the next two songs or, at least until their food arrived.
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RG: Well, what do you think? I'm pretty sure I'm on a roll, thought I STILL need to work on
my other stories, I think I'll stick with this one for the time being and see how I go from there.
PLease R&R. Flames will be used to feed the bonfire I'm going to be burning the Demolition
Boys (excluding Tala) in. No offence intended for all you DB fans. OKay, well, laters. ^_^
~RG