Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs or the people in the fic. I only own myself. Wait… do I? What if we are all being possessed by Lord Volde – oops, wrong fic.
Ashleigh: Welcome back to the 1st annual 'Let Out Your Inner Feelings On Anyone You Want' karaoke night! Continuing straight on, may I have the, umm, pleasure of introducing King Jonathon! rolls eyes
Jon: (in a Fonzie accent) Heeeey! (Back to normal) Why'd you roll your eyes at me?
Ashleigh: Because you are like, so good looking that it hurts my eyes to look at you, so therefore I have to roll my eyes to get rid of the pain.
I said this in obvious sarcasm, but apparently Jon seemed to miss it.
Jon: tosses his hair You really think so? flutters eyelashes
There are scattered sniggers throughout the crowd.
Ashleigh: Anyhoo, as I was saying, King Jonathon will be singing… LOVE SHACK!
Jon puts on his most dashing smile as he moves up towards the stage.
Jon: Hiya, everybody! As Ashleigh said, I will be singing 'Love Shack'! Which is my most favouritist song in the world!
A brief snort of laughter echoed up from the crowd. Alanna was staring at her fingernails as if they were most fascinating. As Jon began to sing, she looked up, mentally preparing herself to memorise every second of what was about to occur.
If you see a faded sign -at- the
side of the road that says
15 miles to the...Love Shack! Love
Shack yeayeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin' for
the love getaway
Heading for the love getaway, love getaway,
I
got me a car, it's as big as a whale and we're headin' on down
To
the Love Shack
I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20
So hurry
up and bring your jukebox money
Jon swings his hips
around and waves his hands in the airGlitter on the
mattress
Glitter on the highway
Glitter on the front
porch
Glitter on the hallway
The Love Shack is a little old
place where we can get together
Love Shack baby! Love Shack
baby!
Love Shack, that's where it's at! Love Shack, that's where
it's at!
Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin'
next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven
The whole shack
shimmies
Jon shimmies down
The whole shack
shimmies
Jon shimmies back up again
The whole
shack shimmies
when everybody's movin' around and around and
around!
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Folks
linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin', everybody's
groovin' baby
Funky little shack! Funky little shack!
Bang
bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder suga
Bang bang
bang on the door baby! I can't hear you!
Jon pretends
he's knocking on a door by knocking on the air in front of him
Bang
bang bang! On the door baby (knock a little louder)
Bang bang
bang! On the door
You're what?... Tin roof, rusted!
Love Shack,
baby Love Shack, Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love Shack, baby
Love Shack, Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
A lot of love at the love
shack!
Stunned silence. A cricket chirps…
Jon looks around expectantly but is met by shocked faces. Jon looks over to his Champion, who looks him straight in the eyes. A few seconds passed, and then Alanna let out a shriek and fell on to the floor laughing her head off. Her insane hoots of hilarity caused tears of mirth to pour down her face. She rolled over, clutching her stomach. Thayet looked around wide-eyed as though she were expecting someone to jump out and yell "FOOLS!" but no one did. Daine hid some sniggers behind her hand while George was looking as though what was happening was some sort of riotous play.
Jon did a bow but a frown creased his forehead. As he sat down he whispered to Numair, "I thought I did alright. Didn't I?"
At this, Numair began to laugh but soon stopped as Jon glared at him dangerously.
Ashleigh: (after wiping away her own tears of laughter) After that MOST entertaining performance, please welcome your most talented mage, Numair Salmalín!
Actual applause met this name
Ashleigh; Tonight Numair will be singing "See My Vest".
A/N: originally on the simpsons, its the take off from 'be my guest', from Beauty and the Beast
A tiny frown appeared on Daine's mouth. She whispered to Kel, "What exactly is this song about?" Kel didn't have the heart to tell her.
As Numair went on stage Daine's worries increased even more.
"Daine," said Numair, "Please don't take this song personally. I am being forced to sing it." He directed an evil glare at Ashleigh. I shrugged my shoulders innocently.
Numair drew a deep breath.
Some men hunt for sport,
Others hunt for food.
The
only thing I'm hunting for
Is an outfit that looks good.
See my
vest, see my vest,
Made from real gorilla chest.
Feel this
sweater, there's no better
Than authentic Irish Setter.
See
this hat, 'twas my cat.
My evening wear, vampire bat.
At this point, Daine was nearly in tears
These white slippers
are albino
African endangered rhino.
Grizzly bear
underwear,
Turtle necks I've got my share.
Beret of poodle on
my noodle it shall rest
Try my red robin suit,
It comes one
breast or two...
See my vest, See my vest, See my vest.
Tears were now pouring down Daine's face. How could he sing that? Especially when she was in the room.
Like my loafers, former
gophers,
It was that or skin my chauffeurs,
But a greyhound fur
tuxedo would be best...
So let's prepare these dogs,
Kill two
for matching clogs!
See my vest!
See me vest!
Oh, please,
won't you see my veeeeeesst!
Numair: I really like the vest!
Gary: I gathered that...
Daine: (gasps) He's gonna make a tuxedo out of puppies!
Alanna: (hums the tune of the song) Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-naaa...
Daine: Alanna!
Alanna: Sorry. But you gotta admit, it's catchy.
A/N: And so ends another chapter! Please review with any ideas for songs that go well with characters and PLEASE review.
