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The battle hadn't gone well for the Autobots. Not only had they lost the power plant, Prime, Prowl, Wheeljack, and Brawn had taken some heavy damage. Ratchet and Perceptor were still in Med-bay, having gotten them stabilized, and were still continuing with repairs. The rest of the Bots had taken to the Rec Room, most of them consuming some form of High grade Energon, hoping for good news on their comrades. Ironhide, who was sitting at the same table as Jazz and Blaster, heard a soft melody coming from one of the pair. He caught Jazz's eye and the mech got the silent message. He started to sing to the song that Blaster was playing and the Boom-box transformer raised the volume, allowing everyone to hear it.
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin At this point, Ironhide joined in, having heard the song enough with Sparkplug to know the words.
He says, "Son, can you play me a melody?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes" By now, a few of the others have also joined in, including Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Hound, and surprisingly, Mirage.
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da Jazz dropped his voice, allowing the others' to wash over him, as if the song's setting was here and now and he was actually the 'piano man', they being the patrons of the 'bar'. By now everyone has joined in, including the Dinobots, who just sing the chorus line.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright The other voices lower as the 'narrator' continues his 'story'.
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be Sunstreaker's voice raised above the masses', acting out the role of the bartender.
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place" Everyone settles into the same volume, each hearing their own voice distinctly, but knowing that their's is lost in the crowd.
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da Blaster takes a turn here, giving a slight smile as he sings, as if he can pin who is who from the next four lines
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life Arcee's voice rises over the crowd now, it's lighter tones floating on the nimbus of male ones.
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone Again, everyone's voices meld into a chorus, no-one noticing the group who have come to stand at the door.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright A powerful voice mixes in with the rest, startling many of the Autobot, but Jazz and Blaster keep the music coming. The voice is give a shape as Optimus Prime walks to the table, laying a hand on the Special Ops. and Communications officers' shoulders, his optics conveying his hidden smile.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while Jazz, Blaster, and Optimus let their voices spiral up with the music, and everyone else, including Prowl, Wheeljack, Brawn, Ratchet and Perceptor, follows them, a moment of kinship and bonding that each will remember for a long time.
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?" A shadow in the vent's moves away from the gathering, letting the singers enjoy their chorus.
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da The song grows fainter as he moves away until he hears the last of the melody as he exits the Ark.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright "Ravage, report." At Soundwave's command, Ravage leaps into the air, transforms, and lands in his snug chest cavity. He knows that he has been witness to an event that will give his enemy more strength in their next battle: an expression of hope.
The battle hadn't gone well for the Autobots. Not only had they lost the power plant, Prime, Prowl, Wheeljack, and Brawn had taken some heavy damage. Ratchet and Perceptor were still in Med-bay, having gotten them stabilized, and were still continuing with repairs. The rest of the Bots had taken to the Rec Room, most of them consuming some form of High grade Energon, hoping for good news on their comrades. Ironhide, who was sitting at the same table as Jazz and Blaster, heard a soft melody coming from one of the pair. He caught Jazz's eye and the mech got the silent message. He started to sing to the song that Blaster was playing and the Boom-box transformer raised the volume, allowing everyone to hear it.
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin At this point, Ironhide joined in, having heard the song enough with Sparkplug to know the words.
He says, "Son, can you play me a melody?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes" By now, a few of the others have also joined in, including Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Hound, and surprisingly, Mirage.
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da Jazz dropped his voice, allowing the others' to wash over him, as if the song's setting was here and now and he was actually the 'piano man', they being the patrons of the 'bar'. By now everyone has joined in, including the Dinobots, who just sing the chorus line.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright The other voices lower as the 'narrator' continues his 'story'.
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be Sunstreaker's voice raised above the masses', acting out the role of the bartender.
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place" Everyone settles into the same volume, each hearing their own voice distinctly, but knowing that their's is lost in the crowd.
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da Blaster takes a turn here, giving a slight smile as he sings, as if he can pin who is who from the next four lines
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life Arcee's voice rises over the crowd now, it's lighter tones floating on the nimbus of male ones.
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone Again, everyone's voices meld into a chorus, no-one noticing the group who have come to stand at the door.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright A powerful voice mixes in with the rest, startling many of the Autobot, but Jazz and Blaster keep the music coming. The voice is give a shape as Optimus Prime walks to the table, laying a hand on the Special Ops. and Communications officers' shoulders, his optics conveying his hidden smile.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while Jazz, Blaster, and Optimus let their voices spiral up with the music, and everyone else, including Prowl, Wheeljack, Brawn, Ratchet and Perceptor, follows them, a moment of kinship and bonding that each will remember for a long time.
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?" A shadow in the vent's moves away from the gathering, letting the singers enjoy their chorus.
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da The song grows fainter as he moves away until he hears the last of the melody as he exits the Ark.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright "Ravage, report." At Soundwave's command, Ravage leaps into the air, transforms, and lands in his snug chest cavity. He knows that he has been witness to an event that will give his enemy more strength in their next battle: an expression of hope.