Disclaimer: .:looks around:. Nope. Now that those pesky mutants are out of
my closet, I can't even pretend I own Marvel.
(An: I'm finally starting to get an actual plot for this! And, .:drum roll please:., the X-men, will.... GET BOOKED, in THIS CHAPTER! .:GASP:. Not much in the way of evilness, you say? Well just you wait... .:insert evil laughter:.)
2 WEEKS LATER:
The X-men were just sitting around, again, because Logan had wrecked their instruments. He had declared doing so an "act of God", and therefore wouldn't relent. So they were pretty bored, as the replacements Professor X had ordered hadn't arrived yet. So everyone was very bored.
THE NEXT DAY:
The next day was a school day, so everyone was at .:gasp:. school. Rogue was just slamming her locker shut, when, wonder of wonders, she was approached by Taryn. (I just picked Taryn because she's the only one vapid enough for the job.)
"What. Do. You. Want?" (Rogue said this nice and slow, so Taryn, with her small brain, could understand.)
"I just wanted to know if you'd, like, have your band of FREAKS, like, play at the Halloween Dance next weekend. All the NORMAL bands are booked."
Rogue considered this. Although normally she wouldn't pay the slightest attention to the "popular" crowd, this WAS a chance for her band to get ahead, and get payed. On the other hand, this meant she would have to AGREE, COOPERATE, and otherwise SOCIALIZE, which she, as a proper goth, would, of course, never consider doing. She was about to say no, when, out of nowhere, the other members of her band showed up, and answered for her.
"We accept!"
"Like, that's ok then."
AFTER SCHOOL:
Rogue was fuming. To think, that HER band had gone behind her back, and ACCEPTED! Although there was the simple fact that, being mutants, this was the only way they could get into the dance. But STILL!!! They would pay at practice. She would see to that. insert southeren accented evil laughter here
"Ok, you guys, I've composed a new song for us to do. But first," Rogue walked over to where Scott and Jean were having one of their infamous never- ending make-out sessions. Rogue took off her gloves.
Everyone else slowly backed away.
Rogue zapped Scott and Jean. They collapsed in a heap on the floor near Logan, who was back on watch. (He was back to normal, or as normal as Logan could be. He had bought extra-powerful earplugs and was feeling much better. The band was also playing much better.)
"What're y'all staring at? Get back to work!" (Thank you John!)
The band did the intro, then Rogue began to sing.
I'm just another face in the crowd Like everyone else FAITHLESS guilty Guilty by association They assume I am Therefore I MUST be DON'T act like you know me You can't even see me I'm just another face in the crowd Blinded Blinded by hatred Can you hear me now Am I speaking clear enough for you Are you defended by the sound The sound of them screaming in your head All I have to offer is the truth And the promise to do what I can If I should EVEN try Try to fly and escape the torch DON'T ask me for reassurance Don't turn to me for hope I'm not interested I'm just another face in the crowd
interlude
For all it's worth My life isn't worth a thing Can you see me now Standing up here Way up here Ready to jump from up here Now am I just another face in the crowd Or am I the face that makes the crowd a crowd Can you see me now Can you hear me now Can you feel me now Do I have your attention NOW SHUT UP!
more interlude
Feel the warmth Feel the calm As I come closer My heart restarts I have one, I know He makes me understand How to live Why to live He treats me like a queen A queen of darkness I'm NOT just another face in the crowd
Still more interlude (Pretty long song, pretty short fic.)
There he is Is he looking Did he see me Why's he looking Here he comes Getting closer What do I do Do I tell him I love him Yes I should I will But not today Tommorow But never today
Song fades out
(an: This was borrowed from "Shut up", and not changed at all, just with less typos and put into lyric form. Thank you Mayleen!)
Rogue stepped away from her mic.
"Wow Rogue," said Kitty, "That was, like, really good."
Rogue shrugged.
"Whatever." She grinned evily.
The band went over the rest of their songs, and practice ended. Everyone was feeling slightly suspicious, (Except for Scott and Jean, as they were still comatose. Even if they weren't, I highly doubt they would've cared anyway. Think Jott.) as Rogue hadn't glared at them at all, complained about their performance, or killed them for accepting the dance offer, as it had been clear if she'd made the decision, it would've been a no-go.
(An: Next chap, Rogue's revenge! This is another combo since my compu wouldn't let the first half just stand alone like it was supposed to. .:shrugs:. Whatever.)
(An: I'm finally starting to get an actual plot for this! And, .:drum roll please:., the X-men, will.... GET BOOKED, in THIS CHAPTER! .:GASP:. Not much in the way of evilness, you say? Well just you wait... .:insert evil laughter:.)
2 WEEKS LATER:
The X-men were just sitting around, again, because Logan had wrecked their instruments. He had declared doing so an "act of God", and therefore wouldn't relent. So they were pretty bored, as the replacements Professor X had ordered hadn't arrived yet. So everyone was very bored.
THE NEXT DAY:
The next day was a school day, so everyone was at .:gasp:. school. Rogue was just slamming her locker shut, when, wonder of wonders, she was approached by Taryn. (I just picked Taryn because she's the only one vapid enough for the job.)
"What. Do. You. Want?" (Rogue said this nice and slow, so Taryn, with her small brain, could understand.)
"I just wanted to know if you'd, like, have your band of FREAKS, like, play at the Halloween Dance next weekend. All the NORMAL bands are booked."
Rogue considered this. Although normally she wouldn't pay the slightest attention to the "popular" crowd, this WAS a chance for her band to get ahead, and get payed. On the other hand, this meant she would have to AGREE, COOPERATE, and otherwise SOCIALIZE, which she, as a proper goth, would, of course, never consider doing. She was about to say no, when, out of nowhere, the other members of her band showed up, and answered for her.
"We accept!"
"Like, that's ok then."
AFTER SCHOOL:
Rogue was fuming. To think, that HER band had gone behind her back, and ACCEPTED! Although there was the simple fact that, being mutants, this was the only way they could get into the dance. But STILL!!! They would pay at practice. She would see to that. insert southeren accented evil laughter here
"Ok, you guys, I've composed a new song for us to do. But first," Rogue walked over to where Scott and Jean were having one of their infamous never- ending make-out sessions. Rogue took off her gloves.
Everyone else slowly backed away.
Rogue zapped Scott and Jean. They collapsed in a heap on the floor near Logan, who was back on watch. (He was back to normal, or as normal as Logan could be. He had bought extra-powerful earplugs and was feeling much better. The band was also playing much better.)
"What're y'all staring at? Get back to work!" (Thank you John!)
The band did the intro, then Rogue began to sing.
I'm just another face in the crowd Like everyone else FAITHLESS guilty Guilty by association They assume I am Therefore I MUST be DON'T act like you know me You can't even see me I'm just another face in the crowd Blinded Blinded by hatred Can you hear me now Am I speaking clear enough for you Are you defended by the sound The sound of them screaming in your head All I have to offer is the truth And the promise to do what I can If I should EVEN try Try to fly and escape the torch DON'T ask me for reassurance Don't turn to me for hope I'm not interested I'm just another face in the crowd
interlude
For all it's worth My life isn't worth a thing Can you see me now Standing up here Way up here Ready to jump from up here Now am I just another face in the crowd Or am I the face that makes the crowd a crowd Can you see me now Can you hear me now Can you feel me now Do I have your attention NOW SHUT UP!
more interlude
Feel the warmth Feel the calm As I come closer My heart restarts I have one, I know He makes me understand How to live Why to live He treats me like a queen A queen of darkness I'm NOT just another face in the crowd
Still more interlude (Pretty long song, pretty short fic.)
There he is Is he looking Did he see me Why's he looking Here he comes Getting closer What do I do Do I tell him I love him Yes I should I will But not today Tommorow But never today
Song fades out
(an: This was borrowed from "Shut up", and not changed at all, just with less typos and put into lyric form. Thank you Mayleen!)
Rogue stepped away from her mic.
"Wow Rogue," said Kitty, "That was, like, really good."
Rogue shrugged.
"Whatever." She grinned evily.
The band went over the rest of their songs, and practice ended. Everyone was feeling slightly suspicious, (Except for Scott and Jean, as they were still comatose. Even if they weren't, I highly doubt they would've cared anyway. Think Jott.) as Rogue hadn't glared at them at all, complained about their performance, or killed them for accepting the dance offer, as it had been clear if she'd made the decision, it would've been a no-go.
(An: Next chap, Rogue's revenge! This is another combo since my compu wouldn't let the first half just stand alone like it was supposed to. .:shrugs:. Whatever.)