A/N: Ok, here is where the actual singing comes in. I really stink at these
singing parodies, so Boromir's song will be like a total flop.
"Alright, Boromir, get up here and sing your song!" Denethor yells, shoving a microphone into Boromir's hand.
He casually walks onto the stage. A small group of musicians appear behind him.
"Uh, I'm going to sing, uh, "We are the Champions" by Queen." Boromir says, looking at his hand to be sure he got the names right.
The musicians take their spots. Boromir takes the microphone.
"I've paid my dues,
time after time.
I've done my sentence,
Though committed no crime.
And bad mistakes, I've made a few.
I've had my share of sand kicked to my face but I've come through!
(Backup singers: And I need to go on and on and on and on!)
We are the champions, my friends!
And we'll keep on fighting 'till the end!
We are the champions, we are the champions!
No time for losers 'cause we are the champions of the world!
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You gave me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it,
I thank you all.
But it's been no bed of roses,
No pleasure cruise.
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
And I never loose!
(Backup singers: And I need to go on and on and on and on!)
We are the champions my, friends!
And we'll keep on fighting 'till the end!
We are the champions, we are the champions!
No time for losers, 'cause we are the champions
OF THE WORLD!!" Boromir sings, and it sounds pretty good.
Faramir stands in the shadows, looking on in disgust.
"I can do better." He says.
"I give it a 10 out of 10! Very good, son!" Denethor says.
"And I give it a –1 out of 10." Faramir mutters.
He steps out of the shadows.
"You, Faramir, will perform in a few hours. You cannot do the same song." Denethor says.
"As you say, father." Faramir replies as Boromir goes to have a celebration with the exchange students from the Lorien Girls School in the White Tower. Some of his buddies are going, too.
Faramir goes to his room to get ready for the show.
Dinner, again. Denethor stuffed his face. Boromir was partying with his friends. Faramir was munching on a slice of watermelon.
"So. All set for your chance?" Denethor says.
"I think so. Why not. So, what's the prize for the winner?" Faramir asks, thinking that his father is going to be nice to him.
"To be crowned best singer in Gondor." Denethor says, shoveling grapes into his mouth like he won't ever see a grape again. And he might not, if I had my way.
"Ok. I'll just prepare then." Faramir says, picking up a slice of bread.
"Wait! Sort these salt crystals so that I can have the proper amount for my healthy diet!" Denethor orders, indicating a large mountain of salt. "Some are sugar. Tell the difference and put them in piles."
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE?!" Faramir yells, banging a hand on the table.
"Use a Q-tip." Denethor says.
"A Q-TIP??!!" Faramir screams, knocking over a goblet of wine.
"Do it now. I need to salt this pork up." Denethor says, indicating a slice of pork.
"That's SALTED PORK!! Do you want a heart attack?" Faramir says in shock.
"Yes. I wish that." Denethor replies.
"You're insane." Faramir mutters.
"You are." Denethor says, hurtling a grape at Faramir.
"Ironic, isn't it? The insane one calling me, the normal one in the family insane!" Faramir screams.
Denethor throws more grapes at Faramir, and then realizes what he's doing.
"My grapes! NOO!!" He screams, rushing to pick them all up.
"Moron." Faramir mutters.
A/N: That's chapter 2! Next, Faramir sings! Since I am listening to Guns-N- Roses, guess what he'll be singing?
"Alright, Boromir, get up here and sing your song!" Denethor yells, shoving a microphone into Boromir's hand.
He casually walks onto the stage. A small group of musicians appear behind him.
"Uh, I'm going to sing, uh, "We are the Champions" by Queen." Boromir says, looking at his hand to be sure he got the names right.
The musicians take their spots. Boromir takes the microphone.
"I've paid my dues,
time after time.
I've done my sentence,
Though committed no crime.
And bad mistakes, I've made a few.
I've had my share of sand kicked to my face but I've come through!
(Backup singers: And I need to go on and on and on and on!)
We are the champions, my friends!
And we'll keep on fighting 'till the end!
We are the champions, we are the champions!
No time for losers 'cause we are the champions of the world!
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You gave me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it,
I thank you all.
But it's been no bed of roses,
No pleasure cruise.
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
And I never loose!
(Backup singers: And I need to go on and on and on and on!)
We are the champions my, friends!
And we'll keep on fighting 'till the end!
We are the champions, we are the champions!
No time for losers, 'cause we are the champions
OF THE WORLD!!" Boromir sings, and it sounds pretty good.
Faramir stands in the shadows, looking on in disgust.
"I can do better." He says.
"I give it a 10 out of 10! Very good, son!" Denethor says.
"And I give it a –1 out of 10." Faramir mutters.
He steps out of the shadows.
"You, Faramir, will perform in a few hours. You cannot do the same song." Denethor says.
"As you say, father." Faramir replies as Boromir goes to have a celebration with the exchange students from the Lorien Girls School in the White Tower. Some of his buddies are going, too.
Faramir goes to his room to get ready for the show.
Dinner, again. Denethor stuffed his face. Boromir was partying with his friends. Faramir was munching on a slice of watermelon.
"So. All set for your chance?" Denethor says.
"I think so. Why not. So, what's the prize for the winner?" Faramir asks, thinking that his father is going to be nice to him.
"To be crowned best singer in Gondor." Denethor says, shoveling grapes into his mouth like he won't ever see a grape again. And he might not, if I had my way.
"Ok. I'll just prepare then." Faramir says, picking up a slice of bread.
"Wait! Sort these salt crystals so that I can have the proper amount for my healthy diet!" Denethor orders, indicating a large mountain of salt. "Some are sugar. Tell the difference and put them in piles."
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE?!" Faramir yells, banging a hand on the table.
"Use a Q-tip." Denethor says.
"A Q-TIP??!!" Faramir screams, knocking over a goblet of wine.
"Do it now. I need to salt this pork up." Denethor says, indicating a slice of pork.
"That's SALTED PORK!! Do you want a heart attack?" Faramir says in shock.
"Yes. I wish that." Denethor replies.
"You're insane." Faramir mutters.
"You are." Denethor says, hurtling a grape at Faramir.
"Ironic, isn't it? The insane one calling me, the normal one in the family insane!" Faramir screams.
Denethor throws more grapes at Faramir, and then realizes what he's doing.
"My grapes! NOO!!" He screams, rushing to pick them all up.
"Moron." Faramir mutters.
A/N: That's chapter 2! Next, Faramir sings! Since I am listening to Guns-N- Roses, guess what he'll be singing?