Title: Muggle Music
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: one_legged_lesbian_seagull@hotmail.com
A/N: Hmm, wrote a bit more than I intended too here. Good for you all I suppose . . . Well yes! I am really happy that people thought this thing worthy of smash! Now I can continue with my happy little typing reality. Ok, that sounded sad, didn't it?? ~sigh~ Never mind. A few things before we carry on with this crazed writing. My own personal lack of school nationalism, or as Lallie has corrected me multiple times, school spirit, has transferred onto our favorite, read headed Weasley female, Ginny. He He He. Uh, it has also come to my attention that I stupidly spelt 'Albus' wrong all last chapter. And I am simply too lazy to go back and fix it. Which goes to show you how truly pathetic us Q are. Sure, we say we are omnipotent and all that, but underneath it all the Q Continum is simply filled with lazy bums. JK. Honestly. ~Looks around worriedly at the prospect of being jammed into that bloody comet again~
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the plot and Professor Booi. All other originally, or not so originally, named characters are mine as well. But as you can tell I am not all to fond of the others. Oh! The idea that the students receive CD players came from Tara. Thanks Hun!
Muggle Music
Chapter 2
A Slytherin Thang
For the next week, the professors hardly saw the students outside of class. They didn't roam the halls, study in the library or go outside. This is because almost all of them were seated in front of the televisions and radios in their Common Room and dorms.
At first they thought it was odd but were not too concerned. They became concerned however when they realized the old wives tale was true. Children's eyes could turn square if they watched too much TV.
Just like that episode of 'Shinning Time Station', several students eyes turned square and began to spin about their sockets. Madame Pomfrey was not impressed to say the least.
It was then that the professors began to think that perhaps they had made a mistake . . .
Friday Night - Gryffindor Common Room
As was the norm lately, almost all the students in the house were seated before the television. Music video after music flashed across the screen and the students soaked it up. With the exception, if you will, of the Dream team who were seated before the fire, staring at it moodily.
"I'm so bored!" Harry proclaimed after about ten minutes of silence. Startled, his two friends turned and looked at him.
"Why?" Ron asked curiously.
Harry sighed.
"Usually by now something has happened to tip us off on some adventure," he explained. "Troll in the dungeon. The Chamber of Secrets is open. My godfather is trying to kill me. I'm entered into the Triwizard Tournament.
"But nothing's happened! Nothing! Just a music feast thing! And what is Voldemort going to do this time? Make the music so addictive that we all become mindless zombies who will do what ever it tells us too?!" Harry paused in his rant and looked at his two best friends. "Stop looking at me like that!"
"Harry," Hermione began knowingly. "Perhaps this year You-Know-Who has thought you to be too much trouble."
"Yeah," Ron agreed. "You've proven to him that he has better chances of just walking in here with a Muggle shotgun than some elaborate yet highly entertaining plan to kill you."
"Ron," Hermione said sharply, yet Harry could see her trying to suppress a grin. She turned her attention to him. "Besides, maybe this contest will be an adventure. We just have to give it a chance. We also need to figure out what we are going to sing."
"I still think we should go for that Aqua song," Ron said quickly before Harry could even open his mouth.
"Ron, we are not signing 'Cartoon Heroes'," Hermione snapped, not for the first time that week. "It would be far too egotistical."
"How?!" Ron demanded. "It sounds really cool and it's all happy and stuff."
"You're such an idiot, Ron," she hissed back.
"I am not!" Ron snapped back loudly, causing a few students in the room to turn and watch the show. "You're the bushy haired-"
"Guys," Harry interrupted quickly before they broke out once again into an all out fight. "How about we go get some food? It's supper time."
"No Harry," Hermione said without her eyes leaving Ron's. "I want to hear what Ron has to say."
"I was going to say-" Ron began.
"Nothing," Harry snapped, cutting him off. He got to his feet and pulled Hermione to hers. He couldn't have moved Ron if her wanted too. Not alone at least. "Let's get some food," he said earnestly, looking pointedly at the both of them. "My first Quidditch match is tomorrow. You don't want it to be your fault that Hufflepuff wins cause I don't have any energy, do you?" He was whining and he knew it. Yet lately it seemed to be the only way to cut through his two friend's conflicts.
"No," Ron said grumpily, getting to his feet as well. Hermione did not say anything but simply followed the two boys out of the Common Room.
The Great Hall was just starting to fill up when Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived. He led the way to their usual spot at the center of the table and sat down. Ron sat beside him while Hermione sat opposite him. Ginny joined them a few minutes latter, sitting beside the older girl.
"Hey guys," she said in a tired voice. To Harry it sounded more tired than it usually did. "Have you figured out what you're going to sing yet?"
Ron and Hermione sent each other dark looks so Harry answered for them: "Not yet, Gin. Ron is still pitted on Aqua. How about you? You guys figured it out yet?"
"No," Ginny said glumly, the tiredness more evident now in her voice and face. "Turns out neither Neville, Colin or Dennis can sing. I'm the only one. So what can they do then?"
"Why don't you have them play the instruments?" Harry offered after a second's thought. "Or at the very least let Neville loose with his wand."
"Not a bad idea," Ginny said with a giggle. "But I don't think we want to deform the judges before they mark us. Might effect our score."
"Just tell him to aim for them and they'll be perfectly safe. It's the audience that will have to watch out." Harry grinned. Ginny laughed lighting up her whole face. Whatever had been bothering her seemed to have slipped from her mind.
She smiled at Harry.
He dumbly grinned back.
'Get a grip boy,' he snapped at himself in his head. Yet he couldn't stop staring. He never realized how pretty Ginny was. He knew that she had gotten prettier, but he hadn't realized just how pretty until now. And she didn't seem to mind him starting either.
"Aw, would you look at that?" a cold, drawling voice sliced through the warm feeling Harry had. Ginny's smile disappeared. "Freak courtship. Ain't that cute?"
"Shove it Malfoy," Ginny snapped at the passing blonde before Harry could even open his mouth. 'That is happening a lot today,' he thought crossly and glared.
"Don't have anything to say, Potter?" Malfoy sneered, stopping just behind Ginny who whipped around and glared up at him.
"What do you think, Malfoy," Harry hissed back. Glaring harder over the top of Ginny's head he was about to give him a piece of his mind.
"Mr. Malfoy," a chipper voice said suddenly and all present turned to see the tall form of Professor Booi walking towards them. "I never realized you and Mr. Potter knew each other." Harry looked up at the woman in disbelief. He took a double take. She seemed to be, yes she was, smirking. "But you can continue this conversation at a latter time. I believe Professor Dumbledore wants to say something."
Harry looked around and realized that the students had filled the hall and were either watching them or chatting. He glanced over to the head table where Dumbledore was looking at them with a large amount of uncharacteristic impatience.
"Of course, Professor," Malfoy bit out as politely as he could. Harry saw right through it. The shorter of the two blondes walked off quickly and took his seat between his two large friends, Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry turned his attention back to the DADA professor who was now smiling. "More points saved by me," she said to herself then quickly headed towards her seat.
"What was that all about?" Ron asked as soon as she was out of ears shot. It was the first thing he had said in a while. All Harry could do was shrug for Dumbledore had tapped his glass and got to his feet. The hall went silent.
"The professors and I are extremely pleased with your enthusiasm towards this contest. Though your sudden and peculiar fascination with the television sets has caused us all some concern. So, for that reason we have decided to give each of you a portable CD player."
There was an excited tidal wave of whispers as the students realized what this meant. Dumbledore waved his hand for silence then held up an ordinary looking CD player. He continued talking, demonstrating with the device as he went. "To work it, all you will have to do is remove the golden CD, tap it with your wand and say: "Napster". Then all you have to do is tell it which genre of music you wish to listen to or individual songs. Replace the CD and listen to the headphones.
"You can take these devices anywhere, but we ask that you do not listen to them during class." He let the device drop to the table with a "thunk". "And so now, please, for Merlin's sake! GO OUTSIDE! I hear that the Common Rooms smell like-"
"That is all the Headmaster has to say," McGonagall said quickly, rising to her feet and forcing the old man to sit down. He continued to mutter madly.
"I've never seen Dumbledore like that," Harry said worriedly, staring wide-eyed at him.
"Don't worry Harry," Ginny said soothingly, patting his hand. "Music does that to the best of them."
~*~
Latter That Night - Gryffindor Common Room
"How can you guys tell what's on?" Lee Jordan asked, staring with bemused curiosity at his two best friends, the Weasley twins.
The Common Room had been deserted except for the three of them. All the sane people had gone to sleep ages ago. Fred was taking full advantage of this by power-surfing the music videos while George stood back, yelling when his brother should stop.
Lee shook his head.
"It's an art," Fred said above the constant "click, click, click" of the remote.
"It's insane," Lee hissed back in his usual sarcastic way. "Shouldn't you two be sleeping? Or did you forget you have our first Quidditch match of the year tomorrow?" Neither twin seemed phased. "Or is it your plan to be so tired that you hit a bludger at Harry rather than Edward?"
"Never happen," George said, his eyes never leaving the TV screen. "We can never sleep before a game, you know that, Lee. Besides, if anyone should be sleeping it should be you. Wouldn't want you to call Harry, Edward in front of the whole school, would you?"
"Or McGonagall, Snape," Fred added, still flicking away. "Or-"
"I get the point," Lee snapped with a laugh. "But what is it that you are trying to-"
"STOP!" George suddenly bellowed. Fred stopped flicking.
"Find," Lee finished weakly.
"Found," George corrected.
"The punk/rock station?" Fred asked doubtfully.
"Yup," George said cheerfully. "Now watch."
Lee and Fred both obediently watched the screen. After a moment they were both grinning. Fred more so, but that was simply because he had a larger mouth.
"It's perfect," Fred breathed, watching the video in sheer awe.
"Told you so," George said with a knowing grin.
"But how are we going to stay on the ceiling?" Lee asked, his excitement momentarily forgotten as reality kicked in.
"I've got it covered, don't you worry," George reassured him.
"You thinking what I think you're thinking?" Fred asked his brother. George nodded.
"Wicked."
~*~
Saturday Morning - Gryffindor Fourth Year Girl's Dorm
Ginny sat on her bed reading a book. Her radio was belting out 'Sk8er Boi' by Avril Lavigne. She paused in her reading and listened to the song. Liking the it, she pulled a rumpled piece of paper from her pocket and grabbing a quill from her bedside table, added the song title to the list. She had ten so far.
Ginny had long ago given up listening to the rock station for songs to sing. Though she liked them all greatly, she didn't have the voice to sing any of them. It seemed she lacked the testosterone. Instead she had resorted to the lighter side of rock. There were such few girl grunge bands out there.
'I'm never going to be able to narrow these down,' she thought, giving the list one more look over then slammed the list back into her pocket. She listened to the song a bit more then went back to reading her book.
And this was how Ginny intended to spend her Saturday. Well, the first half of it at least. She always did this when there was a Quidditch game on. Sure, she loved Quidditch as much as the next witch, perhaps more, yet she just couldn't bother to go out. To be among people who are cheering on their houses and making complete fools of themselves was not how she perceived a fun event. Call it a lack of school spirit , but she could care less if Gryffindor won the cup, house or otherwise.
After a few minutes of reading, Ginny heard footsteps running up the stairs. A moment latter they stopped and someone banged on the door.
"Ginny!" the someone called. "It's me! I'm coming in!" The door flew open to reveal Colin Creevey panting before her.
"Morning Colin," she said glancing up from her book. "You know, most people simply walk up those stairs."
"Come on, Gin," he said, ignoring her sarcastic comment. He walked up to her and took her book away, jamming in the bookmark that lay before her.
"Hey-" she started.
"Get ready!" he said, throwing the book down on the bed. He walked over to her trunk, kicked it open and grabbed her cloak and scarf. "We've got to go."
"Go where?" she asked exasperatedly, though she knew what he was talking about.
"Don't play dense," he said, dropping her cloak and scarf on her lap. "The game. You need your mitts?" She sighed, rising to her feet, dropping her cloak and scarf on her bed. He got her mittens from her trunk as well and tossed them on the pile.
"Colin," she started calmly. "I don't want to go. I never want to go. Why should this game be any different from all the others?"
"Because we need to figure out what song we are going to use," he responded. "You can laugh at the crowds and I can take some pictures." He lifted up the camera slung around his neck as he said this. "And Harry was also asking me if you were going to show up."
"What?" Ginny spluttered, turning towards Colin sharply. "You're joking!"
"Nope, he asked me this morning," Colin said earnestly. "He was going to ask you yourself, but you weren't there. So come on. Let's go."
Colin's words rung in Ginny's ears. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, wanted to know if Ginny Weasley was going to be at the Quidditch game? Was this for real? Had all her years of waiting and dreaming finally paid off?
"Come on, Gin," Colin urged, waving his hand in front of her face. "Stop looking starry eyed and let's go. Dennis and Neville are waiting downstairs." He smiled at her.
"Fine," she said, smiling back. "Get out of here so I can change. I'll be down in a minute."
"But you look fine the way you are," Colin insisted.
She glanced down at her faded jeans and black baby-t. 'I want to look better than "fine",' she thought and shoved Colin out the door.
Ginny quickly changed into a short gray skirt and a button down white shirt with a blue tank-top underneath. A touch of make-up and flip of the hair and she looked in satisfaction in the mirror.
"How do I look?" she asked it.
"Fabulous," it responded. "Now go get your dream boy."
Ginny smiled at the mirror then quickly put on her cloak, wrapped her crimson and gold scarf around her neck, shoved her matching mitts into her pocket and hurried out the door. She bounded down the stairs two at a time and came to a halt in the Common Room before Colin, Dennis and Neville.
"How do I look?" she asked them, striking a pose.
"Fantastic!" they coursed.
It took but minutes to get to the Quidditch pitch and soon Ginny found herself sitting between Colin and Neville. Hermione and Ron were sitting in front of them, obviously having forgotten their argument from the night before for they were chatting companionably. She jacked Ron's Ominoculars and began to look about the crowd with them. It was a chilly morning and as she looked through them she saw all the students bundled up in scarves and cloaks, huddling together for warmth.
"Anything interesting?" Colin asked as she looked about.
"Well, there's that couple making out by the Slytherin house flag," she said slowly, shifting her eyes away from the couple. "Or the first years who seem so confused as to what Quidditch is. Ew!" she gasped suddenly.
"What?" Colin asked excitedly, holding his camera ready.
"There's some Ravenclaw down there picking his nose," she spat with disgust.
"Ew," Colin agreed, lowering his camera. Obviously this was not a desired target. "What else is there?"
She pulled the glasses back up to her eyes and continued to scan the gathering crowd. "Oh, there's-"
"Weasley," a voice said sarcastically from behind her. "What a not so pleasant surprise!"
Ginny whipped around to see who it was. Though in the excitement of the moment forgot to lower the Ominoculars from her eyes. All she saw was a giant nose.
"My god!" she shrieked and stumbled back, off her seat to the ground. Everyone turned to look at her while Malfoy and his two friends laughed with mirth. There was a chorus of concerned "Ginny, are you alright"s from her friends and brother, yet she waved them off, glaring up at Malfoy.
"I'd say "blonde moment", Malfoy said between laughs. "But her hair is red!"
Growling, Ginny rose to her feet with as much dignity as she could muster. Which was a fair bit, I can tell you. She saw Ron roll his eyes at Hermione and sent him a dark look, then turned her attention to the now chuckling Slytherin who seated himself behind her.
"Shut up," she hissed. "What the hell are you doing here anyway?"
"Temper, Weasley," Malfoy drawled. "You wouldn't want to come off as being like your brother. It's unbecoming."
"Hey!" Ron snapped, rising to his feet. "Watch it, Malfoy."
"Ron," Hermione warned, pulling the boy's arm so he returned to his seat. "Your sister can handle the git." She sent Malfoy a withering glare.
"It's not Ginny I'm worried about," Ron growled, settling to simply glare rather than kill. Well at least not in the real world.
Malfoy smirked at the both of them.
"Why, aren't you sitting with the rest of your horrible house?" Ginny demanded.
"No room," he responded simply, turning his attention back to her. "Now sit your idiotic self down so I can watch the game."
"Gin," Neville started, tugging on her sleeve. She stood for a moment longer then obediently sat down. She twisted about in her seat to glare at the Slytherin and promptly gave him the finger. With her nose in the air she turned around to see Ron giving her a thumbs up. Hermione frowned at the both of them.
"Seriously now you two," she said sternly then turned back to the game. Ron shrugged at her and turned around as well. Ginny smiled, pulling Ron's Ominoculars to her eyes once again.
"If only I had gotten a picture of that," Colin whispered into her ear. She giggled but never got the chance to reply.
"And it's a lovely morning for a Quidditch match, Ladies and Gentlemen," Lee Jordan's voice rang out through the crisp air. His voice seemed to be faster and slightly more slurred than usual, spiking at odd times.
Ginny turned her glasses to look at him and was torn between laughter and surprise. Lee's eyes were wide and with a wild edge to them. In his hands was a steaming cup, of what could only be, coffee. There was an empty thermos laying beside him. 'He's wired,' she thought.
"It's the first match of the season," he said, a bit faster than before. McGonagall was looking at him warily then at the cup in his hand. She moved to take it away. "No, Professor," his voice rang across the pitch. "I need that. And here come the teams!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, and Ginny swung her glasses towards the ground to see Harry, her brothers and the rest of the Gryffindor team strutting towards the center.
Tim Jefferson, the new keeper and Team Captain, was leading the team. When Oliver Wood graduated two years back, it was assumed that Harry would become captain. Then it became known that Tim was a keeper for England's Junior World Quidditch team. The dark haired beauty was in his seventh year, along with the twins, so Harry would become Captain next year. He was still a bit too young to captain the team anyway.
The Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors met in the center of the pitch and faced off. Madame Hooch blew her whistle once and they mounted their brooms. With a second blast the fourteen players launched off into the air. The crowd erupted into cheers louder than before.
"And they're off!" Lee practically shrieked. The next part came out in a large rush: "Gryffindor has possession of the Quaffle. That's the lovely Katie Bell shooting towards the Hufflepuff end."
"Go Katie!" Neville shouted. Ginny glanced at him and grinned. Neville had been taken by the blonde chasser for the past year but didn't have the courage to act on it. All he could do was cheer.
"She tosses to Angelina!" Lee's voice boomed. "Who then tosses to Alicia! Alicia scores! Ten points to Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor side of the stands erupted into deafening cheers. They had scored the first goal of the season. Despite Ginny's lack of enthusiasm towards the house game, she couldn't help but grin. Everyone looked so happy and excited and-
"Boo!" Malfoy called from behind her, interrupting Ginny's thoughts. She could hear the other Slytherins in the stands booing as well. The Hufflepuff student-body remained silent, though they were watching their players intently, as though that alone could will them to score.
"Hufflepuff has possession!" Lee called, drawing her attention back to the game. The crowd gasped as Fred hit a bludger towards the chasser and just missed. "A close call! Fred Weasley nearly got Stuart Winter there! Damn. I mean- no, no, Professor! Yes, I remember our conv- And Stuart scores! Ten points to Hufflepuff!"
The Hufflepuffs erupted into cheers rivaling the opposing team. Ginny looked around and saw sour looks on Gryffindor crowd. She was about to go back to watching the game when she heard it.
Malfoy was cheering on Hufflepuff.
Ginny whipped around and looked at him in disbelief. Many others seated around her did the same.
"What?" he snapped at them.
"Aren't you cheering for the wrong team?" Ginny asked speculatively.
"You expect me to cheer for you gits?" he sneered at her. "I'd rather dance nude with a werewolf."
"Don't Slytherins only cheer Slytherins?" she sneered back, ignoring the mental image. That goes for all you folks as well.
She was proven wrong as Hufflepuff's Stuart Winter scored once more and the Slytherin and his two friends erupted into cheers again. Shaking her head, Ginny turned back around and determinedly watched the game.
Colin was snapping away picture after picture with his camera. She sent him a smile which he began to return but got distracted.
"Look!" he said excitedly. "I think Harry sees the Snitch!" Moments latter Lee said the exact same thing.
The Gyffindors erupted into encouraging cheers, chanting for Harry to get the golden device. Ginny could hear Malfoy booing and hissing over her shoulder.
"Go Harry!" she screamed as loudly as she could, and ignored the surprised looks she got from the people around her. 'Why remain quiet as usual when you can spite a Malfoy?' ran through her head and she grinned.
"And it seems like Edward, the Hufflepuff seeker has seen the Snitch as well!" Lee said excitedly. "Both of them are plummeting head to head! But it seems Edward's Nimbus is no contest compared to Harry's Firebolt! He's pulling ahead! He's gaining on the Snitch! He's- Professor! Give me back my coffee!"
Ginny watched through the Ominoculars and smiled largely as Harry's gloved hand closed around the Golden Snitch.
"Harry's got the Snitch!" Lee roared. "Gryffindor wins the first game of the year! And by the looks of the team we're going to be partying all night! I'll bring the coffee!"
Professor McGonagall promptly shut off the enchanted microphone.
To Ginny's surprise, she stood up with the rest of her house and cheered. She could feel Malfoy's eyes glaring daggers into her back yet she ignored him. Harry had won the game.
"Come on!" Colin said cheerfully. "Lets go congratulate them!"
Smiling, Ginny jammed the Ominoculars into a cloak pocket and followed him along with her brother, Hermione, Neville and Dennis down the stairs to the pitch.
~*~
Draco watched darkly as Ginny walked down to the pitch with the rest of her house. He narrowed his eyes as they began to congratulate the team.
'Stupid Weasleys,' he hissed in his mind. 'Think they're so great.'
Shaking his head he lead his two friends back to their Common Room. The rest of their house wasn't too far behind.
"Draco," Crabbe started, interrupting his brooding silence. "Have you decided what we are going to sing yet?"
"No," he answered simply, and he hadn't. He had yet to turn on the radio or use the CD player in his dorm room. Yet from what he had heard and seen on the television he was he did not like Muggle music.
"I like that Britney Spears girl," Crabbe offered. "The girls are always listening to her."
"Well we can't use her music," Goyle hissed. "People will think we're gay or something." He pitched his voice: "Hit me baby one more time!"
Draco rolled his eyes. 'If I have to hear that damned song one more time I think I'm gonna freak,' he thought bitterly. Sure the girl was easy on the eyes but the ho's music was terrible. So were all the other imitation girls and guys that seemed to constantly be on the screen. 'I don't see what's so great about their music,' he added to himself. 'It all sounds the same. Why would Professor Booi want us to sing that crap anyways?'
"What do you think, Draco?" Goyle asked him, causing him to snap back to reality.
"Huh?" he asked, realizing that the two of them had been talking all the way back to the Slytherin Common Room.
"I said," Goyle said patiently. "That we should change that bloody pop station to something better."
"Whatever," Draco said dismissively. Inside he was confused. There was more than one channel? There were other songs than the ones they had been constantly exposed to for the past week?
As they entered the deserted Common Room, Crabbe dove for the remote control. "Got it!" he said cheerfully and began to flick channels.
"Jazz, Rap, Grunge, Blues," Goyle read from the bottom right corner. "Keep going. How 'bout some rock?"
Crabbe continued to press the button then when he got to the channel labeled: 'Rock'.
Then Draco heard it.
"Wow," he said in awe. Now the entire contest made sense.
~*~
A/N: So yes, as to whether it was funny or not was lost to me. Perhaps it was the fact that I had to read it several times to edit it. Oh well. What is to happen next you ask?? Well . . . lets see . . . A plot! Oh yes! A plot! Maybe some interesting happenings between Harry and Ginny . . . or Ginny and Malfoy . . . or Ginny and- uh, never mind. JK! I really appreciate all the songs you guys all put in. I am glad that you're thinking along the same lines I am 'cause then I won't have to change things around too too much. In fact . . . well you'll just have to wait!
Much thanks to: Tara(I don't know if me e-mail got to you, cause my computer is poop right now. That's right, poop.), Azalai(I love it too! Linkin Park rocks!), laylana fairyweather, Milkyweed(Yeah! Canada rocks! And yes, that Tiny Q and this Tiny Q are one of the same. I don't think there are any other Tiny Qs out there. At least, I hope there aren't any other Tiny Qs out there. How 'bout I stop while I'm ahead, eh?), Toasty(I really hope that wasn't a threat . . . ~backs away slowly in fear for her life~ JK!), VirtualFaerie(Everyone is insane in their own right. Some people just don't know how to use it to their fullest potential. I pity those people. JK! And yes, perhaps the Nine-Days folks are a bit too nice, but Avirl sound good to me!), Jenn(A hint eh?), Lee Velviet(Eye popping sounds good to me too. I take it when you said a parody you were looking for something a bit more juicy than Goyle though? He He He), txt-eva(~blushes~ Thanks), Milkyweed uh, again.(Thankies!), BleedingQueen(Yeah he does in a way!), Love Angel, Lallie(Oh god girl! Can't you leave me alone?!? I already had to take the phone off the hook! Now you know where I live?!?!?!? Ahh! JK!), Sangel(Blink eh? Hmm . . .), Angel Black(Oooh! Oldies! ~grin~), kiwi Saotome(I agree with the No Doubt! They rock!), txt_eva again?(This is supposed to have a low rating . . . it would be a hoot though) and sade(Happy now?)
Wow. I wrote a lot. Again. Perhaps it's 'cause I'm happy so many people reviewed! I feel special. When I feel special I guess I must write a lot. That sounds corny so I am going to go before I dig my hole of cornyness even deeper. Ahh!