A Band of Brotherhoodies.
Disclamier: And when you're a professional pirate...
~
"LANCE!" The angry voice of Wanda Maximoff thundered up the stairs. "You're not Kurt Cobain, so stop trying to be him!
TURN OFF THAT AMP!"
"Well, excuse me, Miss PMS, but I need to practice!" Lance yelled back.
"For what? American Idol?"
"NO! God, Wanda, I'm trying to practice for Kitty," Lance explained calmly, stopping his playing and turning off the amp and walking to the top of the stairs. "They say music is the way to a girls heart," He said timidly.
"Oh, is that so? Well, someone was lying." She said, turning on her heel and making her way back towards the kitchen to finish her cereal.
"What's eating you?" John asked, looking up from his tomatoe soup.
"What are you eating?" She retorted, looking at the soup.
"Tomatoe soup," He replied.
"I can see that, but why?"
"Well, ever since Freddie up an' left, I decided, I can eat whatever I wanted for breakfast," John grinned proudly.
"What's the difference?" Pietro asked, reading the newspaper.
"Good point," John said, beginning to slurp his soup.
"Will you stop that god forsaken noise?" Wanda asked, pouring her fruit loops. As a response, John only slirpped louder.
"Here you go," Pietro said as Lance walked into the kitchen. Lance took the comic section from him without dificulty and proceeded to read it. For once, there was silence in the Brotherhood kitchen, sans John's slirping.
"Holy freaking moo machine!" Lance shouted, jumping up.
"What is it, yo?" Todd asked, walking lazily into the kitchen.
"This!" Lance held the paper infront of Todd's nose.
"Lance, I can't see it when it's right in front of my nose," Todd felt the need to point out.
"Oh, sorry." He held it back a bit so Todd could read it.
"Holy freaking moo machine is right," Todd said.
"So, what do you think?"
"I think it's a fool proof plan, that's what I think." Wanda and Pietro and John looked at each other. This sounded bad already. John took the first step.
"What is it?" He asked.
"'Battle of the Bayville Bands, first prize, $1,000,'" Lance read.
"Um, that's great, do we have the money to buy tickets to go see it?" Pietro wondered aloud.
"Not WATCH, you numbskull, DO! We're going to be in it!" Lance slammed the ad on the table.
"He's insane," Wanda said simply, staring at the ad in disbelief.
"Completley," agreed Pietro.
"Well, I, for one," John said, standing up. "Think it's a brilliant idea! I can play back up guitar."
"I'll do keyboard," Todd said, catching on.
"I'll do lead vocals and lead guitar," Lance smiled. "That just leaves drums and bass," All three of the boys' eyes rested on Pietro and Wanda.
"I'll play drums!" Pietro jumped up excitedly.
"Oh, joy. Bass." Wanda slumped down. She had no clue what in the hell she was getting herself into.
"Wait, one question," John said. "How are we going to pay for the insturments?"
"Oh, wow, Lance, you're a frikin' genious," Pietro said sarcastically.
"I wasn't thinking! Okay! I mean, I have a guitar," Lance said, "That's one problem solved. I think our favorite ex-Brothood chick may have a bass."
"Tabitha?" Todd asked.
"No! Rogue!" Lance said. "Pietro?"
"All ready gone!" With a whush of wind, Pietro was gone. And he was back. "Hm... Black, nice taste," he commented, looking at the bass. He then handed it to Wanda. She looked at it suspiciously.
"Do you know how to play?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I-er- yeah, sure I do," She liked taking the guitar.
"Play an E then," Lance challenged, Wanda fumbled with the chords and frets untill she finally found what she thought was the E chord.
"Wanda," Lance said gently. "That's the G chord."
"Oh, I knew that," She said sheepishly. "Let me try again," She called up her powers, and placed her fingers on some random strings and played. E chord.
"Strange," Lance placed his fingers on his chin. "You're fingering an A chord, but the sound is a E chord... Wanda..." The four brothood boys glared at Wanda.
"Okay! I used my powers, but only to prove to you how STUPID this is! We're never going to win! We'll just run ourselves farther into the ground even trying! It's great that Father now pays for electricity and water and cable, but-" Pietr held up a hand for Wanda to stop.
"Wanda, we steal cable."
"Well, he pays for the electricity and water, but WE have to pay for groceries and evertything else! If we buy more of these, things," She gestured to guitars. "We're going to have apsolutley NO MONEY!" The boys looked at each other and smiled.
"Wanda, we're sorry," Todd begain.
"Yeah, but we have something to ask you," John picked up.
"How about you give us a leg up in the competition?" Pietro asked.
"Just a little wave of the fingers and we're all set," Lance concluded.
"No! No way! I mean, I want the money as much as the next guy but I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of MAKING me get the money for you. You want to enter the contest? Go get a job! I'm going to get dressed," With that, Wanda turned on her hell and left the room. The boys exchanged looks. Then the phone rang.
"Oh, Wanda!" They yelled, racing up the stairs to her room and waiting patiently for her to barge out of her room quite pissed.
"WHAT?" She yelled through the door.
"A Mrs. Burke is on the phone, she needs a babysitter for Saturday night."
Disclamier: And when you're a professional pirate...
~
"LANCE!" The angry voice of Wanda Maximoff thundered up the stairs. "You're not Kurt Cobain, so stop trying to be him!
TURN OFF THAT AMP!"
"Well, excuse me, Miss PMS, but I need to practice!" Lance yelled back.
"For what? American Idol?"
"NO! God, Wanda, I'm trying to practice for Kitty," Lance explained calmly, stopping his playing and turning off the amp and walking to the top of the stairs. "They say music is the way to a girls heart," He said timidly.
"Oh, is that so? Well, someone was lying." She said, turning on her heel and making her way back towards the kitchen to finish her cereal.
"What's eating you?" John asked, looking up from his tomatoe soup.
"What are you eating?" She retorted, looking at the soup.
"Tomatoe soup," He replied.
"I can see that, but why?"
"Well, ever since Freddie up an' left, I decided, I can eat whatever I wanted for breakfast," John grinned proudly.
"What's the difference?" Pietro asked, reading the newspaper.
"Good point," John said, beginning to slurp his soup.
"Will you stop that god forsaken noise?" Wanda asked, pouring her fruit loops. As a response, John only slirpped louder.
"Here you go," Pietro said as Lance walked into the kitchen. Lance took the comic section from him without dificulty and proceeded to read it. For once, there was silence in the Brotherhood kitchen, sans John's slirping.
"Holy freaking moo machine!" Lance shouted, jumping up.
"What is it, yo?" Todd asked, walking lazily into the kitchen.
"This!" Lance held the paper infront of Todd's nose.
"Lance, I can't see it when it's right in front of my nose," Todd felt the need to point out.
"Oh, sorry." He held it back a bit so Todd could read it.
"Holy freaking moo machine is right," Todd said.
"So, what do you think?"
"I think it's a fool proof plan, that's what I think." Wanda and Pietro and John looked at each other. This sounded bad already. John took the first step.
"What is it?" He asked.
"'Battle of the Bayville Bands, first prize, $1,000,'" Lance read.
"Um, that's great, do we have the money to buy tickets to go see it?" Pietro wondered aloud.
"Not WATCH, you numbskull, DO! We're going to be in it!" Lance slammed the ad on the table.
"He's insane," Wanda said simply, staring at the ad in disbelief.
"Completley," agreed Pietro.
"Well, I, for one," John said, standing up. "Think it's a brilliant idea! I can play back up guitar."
"I'll do keyboard," Todd said, catching on.
"I'll do lead vocals and lead guitar," Lance smiled. "That just leaves drums and bass," All three of the boys' eyes rested on Pietro and Wanda.
"I'll play drums!" Pietro jumped up excitedly.
"Oh, joy. Bass." Wanda slumped down. She had no clue what in the hell she was getting herself into.
"Wait, one question," John said. "How are we going to pay for the insturments?"
"Oh, wow, Lance, you're a frikin' genious," Pietro said sarcastically.
"I wasn't thinking! Okay! I mean, I have a guitar," Lance said, "That's one problem solved. I think our favorite ex-Brothood chick may have a bass."
"Tabitha?" Todd asked.
"No! Rogue!" Lance said. "Pietro?"
"All ready gone!" With a whush of wind, Pietro was gone. And he was back. "Hm... Black, nice taste," he commented, looking at the bass. He then handed it to Wanda. She looked at it suspiciously.
"Do you know how to play?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I-er- yeah, sure I do," She liked taking the guitar.
"Play an E then," Lance challenged, Wanda fumbled with the chords and frets untill she finally found what she thought was the E chord.
"Wanda," Lance said gently. "That's the G chord."
"Oh, I knew that," She said sheepishly. "Let me try again," She called up her powers, and placed her fingers on some random strings and played. E chord.
"Strange," Lance placed his fingers on his chin. "You're fingering an A chord, but the sound is a E chord... Wanda..." The four brothood boys glared at Wanda.
"Okay! I used my powers, but only to prove to you how STUPID this is! We're never going to win! We'll just run ourselves farther into the ground even trying! It's great that Father now pays for electricity and water and cable, but-" Pietr held up a hand for Wanda to stop.
"Wanda, we steal cable."
"Well, he pays for the electricity and water, but WE have to pay for groceries and evertything else! If we buy more of these, things," She gestured to guitars. "We're going to have apsolutley NO MONEY!" The boys looked at each other and smiled.
"Wanda, we're sorry," Todd begain.
"Yeah, but we have something to ask you," John picked up.
"How about you give us a leg up in the competition?" Pietro asked.
"Just a little wave of the fingers and we're all set," Lance concluded.
"No! No way! I mean, I want the money as much as the next guy but I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of MAKING me get the money for you. You want to enter the contest? Go get a job! I'm going to get dressed," With that, Wanda turned on her hell and left the room. The boys exchanged looks. Then the phone rang.
"Oh, Wanda!" They yelled, racing up the stairs to her room and waiting patiently for her to barge out of her room quite pissed.
"WHAT?" She yelled through the door.
"A Mrs. Burke is on the phone, she needs a babysitter for Saturday night."