Ps!
Baz: Wait wait wait!! Anne!! You're soooo dumb! I never got to do my rendition of magic dance!!!
Anne: Oh!! You're right, Baz! I am SOOO dumb! I am so sorry! Here: I'll write it now:
Baz: Good. . ·g r u m b l e·
As Nicole and Ewan walked through the door to their studio, their ear drums were blown out by the blasting stereo in the corner. Ewan almost had a heart attack when he heard David Bowie's 'Magic Dance' was the song of choice.
"Oh my god, Nic! Do you know what that song is?!" He cried grabbing her arm.
"Uh. . no. . Ewan what-" but she didn't have time to finish her sentence for suddenly, out of nowhere, Baz cam streaking across the set in super tight leather pants and a billowing silk shirt. The two actors let their jaws drop to the floor as they watched him strut around. He skipped every third step and shook his hips a little. He turned around and shook his rear around, all while singing along.
"Baz?" Nicole asked, but the music made it as though she didn't speak at all.
"BAZ!" She screamed, while her and Ewan scrambled towards the stereo. They gave the plug an almighty tug, and the music stopped. Baz turned sharply and paled when he saw his actors staring at him.
"Uh. . . hey guys." He grinned.
Nicole and Ewan started laughing hysterically. Baz scowled but then couldn't help but laugh too.
"That's almost as funny as the time I caught you singing to 'idiot boyfriend!" Nicole howled, pounding the floor.
Ewan pouted.
"I didn't." He hissed.
"Yeah you did."
"I'd like to see that!" Baz screeched.
"N-no. . . " Ewan stuttered, but Nicole was already fiddling with the stereo again. And as soon as he heard that funk beat he couldn't contain himself. He sprung up and started to dance, but Nicole and Baz were right behind him all the way, and even though they were scaring the poor lighting booth techies to DEATH they had the best funking time ever!
(The End. . . for real this time)
Baz: Wait wait wait!! Anne!! You're soooo dumb! I never got to do my rendition of magic dance!!!
Anne: Oh!! You're right, Baz! I am SOOO dumb! I am so sorry! Here: I'll write it now:
Baz: Good. . ·g r u m b l e·
As Nicole and Ewan walked through the door to their studio, their ear drums were blown out by the blasting stereo in the corner. Ewan almost had a heart attack when he heard David Bowie's 'Magic Dance' was the song of choice.
"Oh my god, Nic! Do you know what that song is?!" He cried grabbing her arm.
"Uh. . no. . Ewan what-" but she didn't have time to finish her sentence for suddenly, out of nowhere, Baz cam streaking across the set in super tight leather pants and a billowing silk shirt. The two actors let their jaws drop to the floor as they watched him strut around. He skipped every third step and shook his hips a little. He turned around and shook his rear around, all while singing along.
"Baz?" Nicole asked, but the music made it as though she didn't speak at all.
"BAZ!" She screamed, while her and Ewan scrambled towards the stereo. They gave the plug an almighty tug, and the music stopped. Baz turned sharply and paled when he saw his actors staring at him.
"Uh. . . hey guys." He grinned.
Nicole and Ewan started laughing hysterically. Baz scowled but then couldn't help but laugh too.
"That's almost as funny as the time I caught you singing to 'idiot boyfriend!" Nicole howled, pounding the floor.
Ewan pouted.
"I didn't." He hissed.
"Yeah you did."
"I'd like to see that!" Baz screeched.
"N-no. . . " Ewan stuttered, but Nicole was already fiddling with the stereo again. And as soon as he heard that funk beat he couldn't contain himself. He sprung up and started to dance, but Nicole and Baz were right behind him all the way, and even though they were scaring the poor lighting booth techies to DEATH they had the best funking time ever!
(The End. . . for real this time)
