Disclaimer: Hmmm, let's spin the wheel-of-fun and see what I own... bip,
bip, bip! Ding, Ding, Ding! Survey says: Absolutely NOTHING!
(an: Ok, since Rogue is lead singer, I'm gonna go with goth genre, and pick EVENESCENCE! (It helps I've got the cd.) Also, I don't do accents because it just looks like bad spelling.)
THE NEXT DAY:
Everyone was in the garage. Logan was sitting in a corner, with earplugs in his ultra-sensitive ears.
"Shit. I can't believe I agreed to do this. Chuck's gonna owe me SO much.." He continued to mutter in this fashion, until someone tapped the mic, causing LOUD feedback and making Logan whimper in pain.
"Ow, ow, ow.."
That someone was Jean.
"Note to self," muttered Logan. "Kill Red. Painfully. Ow."
Jean was still trying to maintain some kind of leadership status, and continued to tap the mic, until Logan's eardrums (and everyone else's) were threatining to explode, and everyone had shut up.
"Umm, ok, sorry bout that, er, now Rogue's gonna pass the sheet music around."
"Why isn't Scott deciding that?" asked a very annoying person in the back row.
"Because he doesn't wanna end up dead," growled Rogue. "Right, Scott?" She asked this very scarily and while taking off her glove.
Scott didn't answer, just cowered by his mic, and whimpered in fear.
(Rogue is a very scary person. But also very cool.)
Rogue then began passing around some sheet music.
"Ok, I was up all night working this out, so everyone had better do good!"
Everyone looked at the music. It was adapted versions of "Haunted".
(I just HAD to use that, because 1, I'm listening to it right now, 2, it's a REALLY good song, 3, it's been stuck in my head for the past month and a half (which is very harrowing, btw.) and 4, I did a very sucky songfic on it once.)
"Well, this doesn't look too bad. Bit too punk for my tastes though" said Scott, who then screamed a very girly scream because Rogue was slowly walking closer, and she was taking off her glove again.
"Well, don't worry about it, oh great leader, because you only have backup anyway."
There was loud feedback at first (much to Logan's dismay) when everyone plugged in, then (more to Logan's dismay) there was more noise as everyone just practiced a bit. This got Rogue very mad because no one (except Remy and Scott, who was still cowering in a corner) was listening to her. (She may hate the "ESTABLISHMENT" but she loves to be in charge.)
"Hey!" No one listened.
"I said, HEY!" Everyone listened.
"Come on guys, we need a little order here.", interuppted Jean, who was then ran over by ice, a wolf, Cannoballed, and zapped by Rogue so she'd shut up for a while. (I'd think 'poor Jean' but, that would mean I actually CARED, and I DON'T! Sorry to all you Jean lovers.. Wait, that booth is empty. Seems to have been so for a while... Maybe that's cause Jean DIED and good riddens to bad rubbish. Ahem. Sorry bout that, needed to get it out of my system.)
"Ok then. Now, does anyone have any objections to my COMPLETE AND UTTER LEADERSHIP of this band from now on?" No one did anything, because Rogue, while saying this, had been slowly taking off her gloves. No one wanted to suffer the same fate as Jean. (Who was lying in a very pathetic heap. Maybe I should relent... NAH!) Rogue smiled sweetly. "That's all right then."
Everyone slowly backed away from Rogue.
"Now, we need to get to work. Bass, you start." Rob and Kitty began playing, but both were kinda shaky, because Rogue was giving everyone in the room patented glares-of-death and it was VERY scary.
Then Rogue walked over to the backup guitars (Ray and Remy), and worked with them. Surprisingly, as creepy as Rogue is, (and I mean that in the best possible way) she was a really good leader. (Vote for Rogue, the X- men's future!)
Finished with that, she dealt with the female backups, who weren't as scared as everyone else. (The Rogue puts fear into the hearts of mortal men. Not women.) She then dealt with everyone else. (Except the male singers. She knew they'd listen to her, without complaint.)
"Right then. Now we try it together, OK?" Everyone nodded meekly.
Logan, still sitting in the corner, was whimpering in fear and pain. (To snap, or not to snap? All you people out there, that's your cue!)
To put it lightly, the first try didn't go over too well.
Logan screamed like a little girl.
To put it strongly, they were awful. All the noise woke up Jean, who rose, and began trying to regain control.
"Come on guys, you can do better than that!" Rogue then turned her glare-of- death (patent pending) on Jean. However, Jean's psychic powers make her immune to that kinda thing. (Or maybe she's just stupid. Survey says: Yup, it's stupid.)
"Ok," said Rogue, who was now glaring at everyone, " Let's try that again. John, GET IN RYTHM! Your time is what the bass depends on! And if the bass messes up, the whole song's off. From the top!"
They tried again. And again. And again. Finally, Rogue sighed.
"Well, everyone's messed up AT LEAST once. Maybe this time everyone'll get it right. From the top!"
This time, there weren't any mistakes. (I think it had something to do with the fact that Rogue was too focused on her part this time to glare at everyone.)
"Well, guys, I think we've really made progress. Rehearsal's over! You can go back to your pathetic little lives!"
(Another three chappie combo. .:pants:. I've been working overtime. But it's worth it! At least, it will be if you review! .:hint hint:.)
(an: Ok, since Rogue is lead singer, I'm gonna go with goth genre, and pick EVENESCENCE! (It helps I've got the cd.) Also, I don't do accents because it just looks like bad spelling.)
THE NEXT DAY:
Everyone was in the garage. Logan was sitting in a corner, with earplugs in his ultra-sensitive ears.
"Shit. I can't believe I agreed to do this. Chuck's gonna owe me SO much.." He continued to mutter in this fashion, until someone tapped the mic, causing LOUD feedback and making Logan whimper in pain.
"Ow, ow, ow.."
That someone was Jean.
"Note to self," muttered Logan. "Kill Red. Painfully. Ow."
Jean was still trying to maintain some kind of leadership status, and continued to tap the mic, until Logan's eardrums (and everyone else's) were threatining to explode, and everyone had shut up.
"Umm, ok, sorry bout that, er, now Rogue's gonna pass the sheet music around."
"Why isn't Scott deciding that?" asked a very annoying person in the back row.
"Because he doesn't wanna end up dead," growled Rogue. "Right, Scott?" She asked this very scarily and while taking off her glove.
Scott didn't answer, just cowered by his mic, and whimpered in fear.
(Rogue is a very scary person. But also very cool.)
Rogue then began passing around some sheet music.
"Ok, I was up all night working this out, so everyone had better do good!"
Everyone looked at the music. It was adapted versions of "Haunted".
(I just HAD to use that, because 1, I'm listening to it right now, 2, it's a REALLY good song, 3, it's been stuck in my head for the past month and a half (which is very harrowing, btw.) and 4, I did a very sucky songfic on it once.)
"Well, this doesn't look too bad. Bit too punk for my tastes though" said Scott, who then screamed a very girly scream because Rogue was slowly walking closer, and she was taking off her glove again.
"Well, don't worry about it, oh great leader, because you only have backup anyway."
There was loud feedback at first (much to Logan's dismay) when everyone plugged in, then (more to Logan's dismay) there was more noise as everyone just practiced a bit. This got Rogue very mad because no one (except Remy and Scott, who was still cowering in a corner) was listening to her. (She may hate the "ESTABLISHMENT" but she loves to be in charge.)
"Hey!" No one listened.
"I said, HEY!" Everyone listened.
"Come on guys, we need a little order here.", interuppted Jean, who was then ran over by ice, a wolf, Cannoballed, and zapped by Rogue so she'd shut up for a while. (I'd think 'poor Jean' but, that would mean I actually CARED, and I DON'T! Sorry to all you Jean lovers.. Wait, that booth is empty. Seems to have been so for a while... Maybe that's cause Jean DIED and good riddens to bad rubbish. Ahem. Sorry bout that, needed to get it out of my system.)
"Ok then. Now, does anyone have any objections to my COMPLETE AND UTTER LEADERSHIP of this band from now on?" No one did anything, because Rogue, while saying this, had been slowly taking off her gloves. No one wanted to suffer the same fate as Jean. (Who was lying in a very pathetic heap. Maybe I should relent... NAH!) Rogue smiled sweetly. "That's all right then."
Everyone slowly backed away from Rogue.
"Now, we need to get to work. Bass, you start." Rob and Kitty began playing, but both were kinda shaky, because Rogue was giving everyone in the room patented glares-of-death and it was VERY scary.
Then Rogue walked over to the backup guitars (Ray and Remy), and worked with them. Surprisingly, as creepy as Rogue is, (and I mean that in the best possible way) she was a really good leader. (Vote for Rogue, the X- men's future!)
Finished with that, she dealt with the female backups, who weren't as scared as everyone else. (The Rogue puts fear into the hearts of mortal men. Not women.) She then dealt with everyone else. (Except the male singers. She knew they'd listen to her, without complaint.)
"Right then. Now we try it together, OK?" Everyone nodded meekly.
Logan, still sitting in the corner, was whimpering in fear and pain. (To snap, or not to snap? All you people out there, that's your cue!)
To put it lightly, the first try didn't go over too well.
Logan screamed like a little girl.
To put it strongly, they were awful. All the noise woke up Jean, who rose, and began trying to regain control.
"Come on guys, you can do better than that!" Rogue then turned her glare-of- death (patent pending) on Jean. However, Jean's psychic powers make her immune to that kinda thing. (Or maybe she's just stupid. Survey says: Yup, it's stupid.)
"Ok," said Rogue, who was now glaring at everyone, " Let's try that again. John, GET IN RYTHM! Your time is what the bass depends on! And if the bass messes up, the whole song's off. From the top!"
They tried again. And again. And again. Finally, Rogue sighed.
"Well, everyone's messed up AT LEAST once. Maybe this time everyone'll get it right. From the top!"
This time, there weren't any mistakes. (I think it had something to do with the fact that Rogue was too focused on her part this time to glare at everyone.)
"Well, guys, I think we've really made progress. Rehearsal's over! You can go back to your pathetic little lives!"
(Another three chappie combo. .:pants:. I've been working overtime. But it's worth it! At least, it will be if you review! .:hint hint:.)