A day in the life of Paul Starr
Chapter 6: Preparations, Preparations!
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((Man, my hands are shaky three ways to Saturday!! The Superstars are gonna perform soon, and I am so nervous right now, man!!! Oh Flamin' Frehley's Comet, what can I do to stop this shaking? Anyway, I haven't seen much of Cyclops, Berzerker, Gambit, or Colossus much. I wonder what happened to those guys? I do have a feeling, though. I know the Superstars are going to win the talent contest. Although I have heard some rumors about another good local band performing at the Rock Box as well. Should be fun to see them play. After all, this talent contest should be fun.))
"This had better be good, Scott." Peter said to Scott. The four X-Boys gathered in the garage of the X-Mansion. Scott grinned as he pointed to an object covered in a green tarp.
"This, my friends, is my ultimate plan." Scott pulled off the tarp. It revealed a drum kit and three guitars. "Whaddaya think?" The other X-Boys dropped their jaws in shock.
"You gotta be kidding." Ray tried not to snicker.
"None of us can play those instruments!" Peter scratched his head. "Did you hit yer head, Scott?"
"No, guys." Scott sighed. "I signed us up for the talent contest." He held up a CD. "We're gonna lip-synch, and play-synch to this pre-recorded CD."
"Do we look like Milli Vanilli to you?" Remy groaned.
"Look guys, you want revenge on Paul Starr or not?" Scott groaned.
"Well, yeah." The other boys sighed.
"This is just one part of my plan………" Scott smirked.
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((Lionheart has been helping Bulldog find the right clothes for his dinner. You see, Bulldog is a rather big leather jacket-and-jeans kind of guy. He feels more comfortable in a Harley t-shirt and blue jeans than in formal clothes.))
"You look fantastic, big brother." Lionheart smiled. Bulldog looked at his ensemble: A gray sweatshirt with slacks, and a dark blue business jacket over it. His cufflinks were of golden bulldog heads, and the jacket's buttons were plain gold round buttons. The Joes were in Bulldog's quarters. Bulldog was looking at himself in a mirror in his closet door.
"I don't know about this." Bulldog sighed.
"Oh, relaaaaaax." Lionheart laughed. "Now if only I can get Barbecue to take me out to dinner." Bulldog rolled his eyes.
"Oh please, sis." Bulldog groaned. "You know that if you come within 10 feet of him, he takes off like a shot."
"Oh shut up." Lionheart pouted. "I hate it when you bloody tease me about that."
"Well, knock it off with your Storm jokes and I'll quit with the bloody Barbecue jokes." Bulldog smirked. He looked at the lion's head tattoo on Lionheart's shoulder. "Maybe he don't like women with tattoos."
"Hey, this ink has sentimental value!!" Lionheart snapped. "You know why I got this."
"Yeah, yeah. I remember." Bulldog snickered. Davey Boy ran into the bedroom, yapping.
{BEACH HEAD'S LOOSE!!! HE'S MAD AND CHASING QUICKSILVER!!!!} The bulldog yelled.
"Oh, no!!" Bulldog groaned. "Beach Head's on a Pietro-hunt."
"I'll take care of it." Lionheart got up. She then realized something. "What about Shipwreck?"
"Ahhh, don't worry." Bulldog smirked. "He went into a drinking contest last night. He's still recovering at home."
"Oh God." Lionheart groaned, rolling her green eyes as she ran out of the room to calm Beach Head down, and hopefully prevent him from killing Pietro.
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((Well, here we are. The big performance is coming up. The Misfits are there to watch, although Althea had to do some "convincing" to let Trinity into the club. The others tied them to the seats to make sure they stay out of trouble. The X-Girls are also here.))
In one of the Rock Box's dressing rooms, the Superstars gathered to prepare. The talent contest was on.
"Man, what a poor loser that Bosworth guy was." Pyro groaned. He was leaning on a wall, playing air drums with his drumsticks. Painted around his eyes were orange-and-white flames that also covered his cheeks. His stage costume was a pair of orange slacks, a sleeveless black t-shirt, white boots and a glittery orange cowboy jacket made to look like John's chest was covered in glittery orange, silver and black flames. His wrists were covered by orange wristbands and he wore silver-and-black gloves. The gloves were to prevent John's fingers from blistering.
"No kidding. What was his problem?" Lance sat in front of a mirror, applying his face paint. His paint was a silver shape similar to Ace Frehley's, only the points were curved, with a black border and white around the eyes. He wore a long glittery white sleeveless jacket with silver sequins and triangular shoulder pads, a black t-shirt, and white jeans with white boots. His forearms were decorated with white studded forearm bands. "He threw chairs at us when the judges said he wasn't real good."
"I don't blame them." Craig added. He sat on the couch, clad in a black t-shirt, black jeans torn up at the knees, black boots, and a black leather jacket with bat-like wings under the arms. His hands were covered by fingerless biker gloves. "That kid was an idiot." He sneered at the ceiling in a disgusted manner. "Please. As if an armpit musician would ever win a talent show, 1812 Overture or no 1812 Overture."
"This is Bayville, bro. Anything can happen." Paul smiled. He sat next to Lance, looking in another mirror. Paul was painting glitter on his birthmark, making it shine and sparkle. His costume was purple jeans, a black t-shirt, white boots, and a purple-and-silver ringmaster-style jacket with white fringe at the shoulders, and purple fringe at the sleeves. His hands were covered by purple fingerless gloves. "Man, this so exciting." The boys heard a knock at the door.
"I got it." John opened the door to find the other Misfits, except Pietro. "Come in, guys." The other Misfits walked in.
"Pietro's trying to avoid death by Beach Head." Wanda explained. "He wishes you guys luck."
"Cool." Paul grinned. ((What did Pietro do to make Beach Head so mad? I hope it had nothing to do with Sgt. Snuffles.)) "We are gonna have a blast. Any idea about our competition?"
"Late entry. No one knows about them." Althea shrugged.
"They do claim they can out do the Superstars." Xi told them.
"Bull." Lance scoffed. He looked around. "Where's Jamie?" The others shrugged.
"I think he went out to do some deals, as well as put down ideas for music videos." Paul remembered."
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"God, I feel so bloody nervous." Bulldog sighed as he walked towards the X-Mansion's front door carrying a bouquet of roses. "I hope Lionheart isn't spying on me like the last time I had a date. If she is, I am going to grind her bones into paste." Bulldog muttered nervously as he rung the bell. Logan answered.
"Nice look, Bulldog." Logan smirked. Bulldog blushed.
"Uh, yeah." Bulldog sighed. {Just calm down, Bryan. It's going to be fine. No Cobras, no bad guys, just a simple date} "Anyway, is Miss Munroe in?" The English pilot nervously scratched his head.
"Yeah, yeah." Logan replied. "HEY STORM!!!! DOG-BOY'S HERE!!!!" He yelled into the mansion. Bulldog grimaced at the remark.
{Must he invent these stupid nicknames for everyone?} Bulldog sighed. ((One of Logan's little habits. He tends to call all the students by some funny name. For example, Rogue's Stripes, Kitty is Half-Pint, and he calls me Glamboy at times. You don't want to know what he calls Lance, Pietro, and Fred. Bad blood, ya know.)) Storm walked up to the door, wearing several traditional African necklaces, as well as a pretty black dress. Bulldog couldn't help but blush.
"Uhm………uh………uh………Hoo boy." Bulldog looked like he was about to faint. He never was too confident when it came to dates. {Man, I can punch through concrete and can talk to dogs like people talk to each other, but I can't seem to keep my nerves in check on a date! Why me?}
"Hello Bulldog. You look rather handsome." Storm smiled, making Bulldog's blush even redder.
"Aw man………" Bulldog moaned.
Looks like the date and the performance is on their way!!! What will happen next? Will the Superstars pull out a great performance? Who's the mysterious late entry? Will Bulldog and Strom's date go without disaster? Find out in the next chapter!!! Suggestions needed!!
Chapter 6: Preparations, Preparations!
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((Man, my hands are shaky three ways to Saturday!! The Superstars are gonna perform soon, and I am so nervous right now, man!!! Oh Flamin' Frehley's Comet, what can I do to stop this shaking? Anyway, I haven't seen much of Cyclops, Berzerker, Gambit, or Colossus much. I wonder what happened to those guys? I do have a feeling, though. I know the Superstars are going to win the talent contest. Although I have heard some rumors about another good local band performing at the Rock Box as well. Should be fun to see them play. After all, this talent contest should be fun.))
"This had better be good, Scott." Peter said to Scott. The four X-Boys gathered in the garage of the X-Mansion. Scott grinned as he pointed to an object covered in a green tarp.
"This, my friends, is my ultimate plan." Scott pulled off the tarp. It revealed a drum kit and three guitars. "Whaddaya think?" The other X-Boys dropped their jaws in shock.
"You gotta be kidding." Ray tried not to snicker.
"None of us can play those instruments!" Peter scratched his head. "Did you hit yer head, Scott?"
"No, guys." Scott sighed. "I signed us up for the talent contest." He held up a CD. "We're gonna lip-synch, and play-synch to this pre-recorded CD."
"Do we look like Milli Vanilli to you?" Remy groaned.
"Look guys, you want revenge on Paul Starr or not?" Scott groaned.
"Well, yeah." The other boys sighed.
"This is just one part of my plan………" Scott smirked.
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((Lionheart has been helping Bulldog find the right clothes for his dinner. You see, Bulldog is a rather big leather jacket-and-jeans kind of guy. He feels more comfortable in a Harley t-shirt and blue jeans than in formal clothes.))
"You look fantastic, big brother." Lionheart smiled. Bulldog looked at his ensemble: A gray sweatshirt with slacks, and a dark blue business jacket over it. His cufflinks were of golden bulldog heads, and the jacket's buttons were plain gold round buttons. The Joes were in Bulldog's quarters. Bulldog was looking at himself in a mirror in his closet door.
"I don't know about this." Bulldog sighed.
"Oh, relaaaaaax." Lionheart laughed. "Now if only I can get Barbecue to take me out to dinner." Bulldog rolled his eyes.
"Oh please, sis." Bulldog groaned. "You know that if you come within 10 feet of him, he takes off like a shot."
"Oh shut up." Lionheart pouted. "I hate it when you bloody tease me about that."
"Well, knock it off with your Storm jokes and I'll quit with the bloody Barbecue jokes." Bulldog smirked. He looked at the lion's head tattoo on Lionheart's shoulder. "Maybe he don't like women with tattoos."
"Hey, this ink has sentimental value!!" Lionheart snapped. "You know why I got this."
"Yeah, yeah. I remember." Bulldog snickered. Davey Boy ran into the bedroom, yapping.
{BEACH HEAD'S LOOSE!!! HE'S MAD AND CHASING QUICKSILVER!!!!} The bulldog yelled.
"Oh, no!!" Bulldog groaned. "Beach Head's on a Pietro-hunt."
"I'll take care of it." Lionheart got up. She then realized something. "What about Shipwreck?"
"Ahhh, don't worry." Bulldog smirked. "He went into a drinking contest last night. He's still recovering at home."
"Oh God." Lionheart groaned, rolling her green eyes as she ran out of the room to calm Beach Head down, and hopefully prevent him from killing Pietro.
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((Well, here we are. The big performance is coming up. The Misfits are there to watch, although Althea had to do some "convincing" to let Trinity into the club. The others tied them to the seats to make sure they stay out of trouble. The X-Girls are also here.))
In one of the Rock Box's dressing rooms, the Superstars gathered to prepare. The talent contest was on.
"Man, what a poor loser that Bosworth guy was." Pyro groaned. He was leaning on a wall, playing air drums with his drumsticks. Painted around his eyes were orange-and-white flames that also covered his cheeks. His stage costume was a pair of orange slacks, a sleeveless black t-shirt, white boots and a glittery orange cowboy jacket made to look like John's chest was covered in glittery orange, silver and black flames. His wrists were covered by orange wristbands and he wore silver-and-black gloves. The gloves were to prevent John's fingers from blistering.
"No kidding. What was his problem?" Lance sat in front of a mirror, applying his face paint. His paint was a silver shape similar to Ace Frehley's, only the points were curved, with a black border and white around the eyes. He wore a long glittery white sleeveless jacket with silver sequins and triangular shoulder pads, a black t-shirt, and white jeans with white boots. His forearms were decorated with white studded forearm bands. "He threw chairs at us when the judges said he wasn't real good."
"I don't blame them." Craig added. He sat on the couch, clad in a black t-shirt, black jeans torn up at the knees, black boots, and a black leather jacket with bat-like wings under the arms. His hands were covered by fingerless biker gloves. "That kid was an idiot." He sneered at the ceiling in a disgusted manner. "Please. As if an armpit musician would ever win a talent show, 1812 Overture or no 1812 Overture."
"This is Bayville, bro. Anything can happen." Paul smiled. He sat next to Lance, looking in another mirror. Paul was painting glitter on his birthmark, making it shine and sparkle. His costume was purple jeans, a black t-shirt, white boots, and a purple-and-silver ringmaster-style jacket with white fringe at the shoulders, and purple fringe at the sleeves. His hands were covered by purple fingerless gloves. "Man, this so exciting." The boys heard a knock at the door.
"I got it." John opened the door to find the other Misfits, except Pietro. "Come in, guys." The other Misfits walked in.
"Pietro's trying to avoid death by Beach Head." Wanda explained. "He wishes you guys luck."
"Cool." Paul grinned. ((What did Pietro do to make Beach Head so mad? I hope it had nothing to do with Sgt. Snuffles.)) "We are gonna have a blast. Any idea about our competition?"
"Late entry. No one knows about them." Althea shrugged.
"They do claim they can out do the Superstars." Xi told them.
"Bull." Lance scoffed. He looked around. "Where's Jamie?" The others shrugged.
"I think he went out to do some deals, as well as put down ideas for music videos." Paul remembered."
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"God, I feel so bloody nervous." Bulldog sighed as he walked towards the X-Mansion's front door carrying a bouquet of roses. "I hope Lionheart isn't spying on me like the last time I had a date. If she is, I am going to grind her bones into paste." Bulldog muttered nervously as he rung the bell. Logan answered.
"Nice look, Bulldog." Logan smirked. Bulldog blushed.
"Uh, yeah." Bulldog sighed. {Just calm down, Bryan. It's going to be fine. No Cobras, no bad guys, just a simple date} "Anyway, is Miss Munroe in?" The English pilot nervously scratched his head.
"Yeah, yeah." Logan replied. "HEY STORM!!!! DOG-BOY'S HERE!!!!" He yelled into the mansion. Bulldog grimaced at the remark.
{Must he invent these stupid nicknames for everyone?} Bulldog sighed. ((One of Logan's little habits. He tends to call all the students by some funny name. For example, Rogue's Stripes, Kitty is Half-Pint, and he calls me Glamboy at times. You don't want to know what he calls Lance, Pietro, and Fred. Bad blood, ya know.)) Storm walked up to the door, wearing several traditional African necklaces, as well as a pretty black dress. Bulldog couldn't help but blush.
"Uhm………uh………uh………Hoo boy." Bulldog looked like he was about to faint. He never was too confident when it came to dates. {Man, I can punch through concrete and can talk to dogs like people talk to each other, but I can't seem to keep my nerves in check on a date! Why me?}
"Hello Bulldog. You look rather handsome." Storm smiled, making Bulldog's blush even redder.
"Aw man………" Bulldog moaned.
Looks like the date and the performance is on their way!!! What will happen next? Will the Superstars pull out a great performance? Who's the mysterious late entry? Will Bulldog and Strom's date go without disaster? Find out in the next chapter!!! Suggestions needed!!