Disclaimer: La de da. (Yeah, I'm still in dreamland. I seed DANTE!!! omg,
he's so cute!!!) Oh, this is the disclaimer. Right. I don't own Marvel.
YET.
(AN: Annywaaaay, yeah. What is dis, with the reviewers begging me to update????? I'm becoming more regs now!! Aaaargh. You know why the British (in gens, not in spefs, cause Clover and Di and Mayleen are all Brits, wehay) suck? BECAUSE HP'S ALREADY OUT THERE!!! I'VE GOTTA WAIT TIL FRIDAAAAAY!!! .:sobs:. .:brightens:. But, I gets to sees it with all me mates!!! YAAAAY!!! (You see, I've had sugar today. That's about as bad for me as anything edible with a c in it (like coffee, hot chocs (sorrs, I can't member what that stuffs called) and choc in gens) is for Clover. AND THERE'S ONLY 2 AND A HALF DAYS OF SCHOOL!!!!! WEHAY!!!!! (Yeah, mayleen, I'm borrowing that for the day!!) Sorrs but all that combined is affecting me like wine or something because I am really hyper and it's prolly not good for me, but who cares???? (See it's so bad that I'm blathering even in my notes. Sorrs!!!) Yeah, and I just noticed how long my AN is so I'll shut up now!!! .:INSERT REALLY LOUD HYPER, CRAZY, ECT., ECT. LAUGHTER:.)
=RIGHT WHERE WE LEFT OFF, BACKSTAGE AT THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS!=
(Um, sorrs, I swear, this is my last AN before the story, but I just had a s'more with extra choc, and, um, I'm having a soda, AND fear factors on. So, I can't promise this'll make complete sense. Sorrs!!)
After railing on Kurt until it was almost their turn, Rogue felt very good about herself. Now all she had to do was put the same amount of feeling into her pep talk to the band. "Ok guys, this is it. We've been preparing for this for weeks (I think so, anyway... .:flips furiously through plot line:. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's weeks.) and I am absolutely positive that we are ready for this!!! We have practiced and practiced, and I repeat, WE ARE READY!!!! Now, we are gonna go out there and win!!!!"
Everyone in the band cheered. It wasn't much of a pep talk, but it was enough. (Yeah, I suck at inspiring ANYTHING, so there you have it. Hey, at least I'm honest.)
A nervous looking man with a clipboard walked up to them. He didn't look very happy, judging by the numerous nervous tics going on his face, and the whole sweating like a..a.. a really sweaty person thing. "You're the X-men right?" Rogue nodded.
"That's my band, all right."
"You're up next, right, and your order is this," he shoved a piece of paper in Rogue's hands," Goodluck,haveaniceday,playwell,breakaleg, etc,etc." He said all of this very fast (especially the last bit) and walked away, shooting apprehensive looks at the lot.
"Ah suppose he heard we're all mutants, then."
There was loud applause as the last band before them finished playing. There was a loud beeping as the computers tabulated (I've always wanted to use that word, and here's my chance!! Wehay!!) the votes. A large sign made from colored lights appeared on stage. 75% said to stay.
A smarmy, skuzzy looking guy walked on stage. In a very condescending voice he said, "Well, it appears that this band is still in the running!!! Next up: Please welcome the X-men! They will be performing, in this order, :"Disease", by Matchbox 20, "Haunted", by Evanescence, and an original song, "Shut up", written by, um, Rogue! I repeat, please welcome the X- men!!!"
Everyone rushed into place and began running through the music in their head. There was a creaky noise as the curtain went up and..
"1, 2, 3, go!", shouted Rogue.
The band began playing like they'd never played before. (I'm listening to the song right now, so I might as well just write the chorus out.)
"I've got a disease Deep inside me Makes me feel uneasy baby I can't live without you Tell me what am I supposed to do about it Keep your distance from me; don't pay no attention to me I've got a disease Well I think that I'm sick But leave me be while my world is coming down on me You taste like honey honey Tell me can I be your honey Keep tellin' myself that it won't take long until I'm free of my disease"
They got uproarious applause for that, and then the freaky skuzzy host dud came back and started talking again, something about "cast your votes only if you're sure you're ready" or some crap like that. He gestured, and the band started playing again.
After playing "Haunted" really, really well, (I can't remember the lyrics right now so I'm not gonna bother) the skuzzy dude came back and said basically the same thing and left again.
Then the band started playing the intro to "Shut up". Rogue came up to the mic. There were catcalls from the horny, hopeless guys in the front row, and then she started singing.
"I'm just another face in the crowd, Like everyone else, FAITHLESS.." and so on. (Not that that isn't a lovely fic, it's just, I already typed that up and I'm lazy..)
Everyone did shut up. There was just the sound of crickets from the audience, and then, "Woo hoo yeah!!!!! Awesome!!" (That was the typical response, anyway.)
Nervous, everyone in the band watched the audience. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
The skuzzy host dude came back and said some skuzzy things that were ignored, until, "Well, the judges appear to be done deciding. Let's have the results!"
The colored light sign came down again, and... "98%!!! Great job done by the X-men!!! They're most definitely staying!!!"
The reaction was electric. All of the band dropped their instruments and started doing little glee hops, whooping, yelling, and celebrating in gens. Rogue was even kind enough to allow one celebratory kiss to Remy. (Aaaaww.)
After 47 more bands played, the skuzzy host dude came out and started talking again. "Well, it appears we have narrowed the field down from 100 entrants to only 15! So we'll begin the semi-finals NOW!" He clapped his hands and a large sign came up, listing the current standings.
15: (Erm, ah, now I have to think. Darn!!!) "The mint chip Pyromaniacs!!"
14: "Spazzin' out!"
13: "I Dream of Logan!"
12: "Sideways Glances"
11: "The Abso-bloody-lutely Idiots!!"
10: "The A-hood!"
9: "The Sacred Followers of the Potato Chip George!"
8: "The Worshipers of the Conscretated Carrot!" (Yeah, those last two are injokes between me and my idiot mates.. Sorrs if you don't get it..)
7: "Welcome To Paradicium!"
6: "Tabby-cat and the Boom-Boom's!" (Sorrs, Tabby is another char I like playing with.)
5: "The Complete Wackjobs!" (That's my band! .:hee hee:.)
4: "Extreme Evolution!" (Tee hee, I'm trying to bribe y'all)
3:"Daphine and the Diamond-ettes!" (Ditto)
2: "In Denial!"
1: "The X-band!!!"
=5 MINUTES LATER, BACKSTAGE=
All the remaining bands had finally shut up and they were calm again. The skuzzy host dude had exited after announcing the bands.(Something about buying really powerful earplugs; his last set had blown out with all the cheering.)
So after a few more minutes of waiting, the skuzzy host dude came back. (From now on, we'll just call him Skuzzy.) "Well, folks, thanks for waiting, sorry for the delay, but I needed proper protection for my ears. Anyway, we're going to get right to it." He paused, listening to the mini- mic in his ear. "There's been a change of plans! Since it took so long to get through all that, we're heading straight into the finals-finals! You know the deal! Any band 50% or under is booted, and any band over 50% stays! After the initial voting round, the judges will narrow down the field to two, in which the audience will pick the MASTER BAND! We'll begin right.. NOW!!"
All the bands played. Numbers 2, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 12, 13, and 14 got booted. So that meant numbers 1, 3, 4, 7, 11, and 15 all stayed.
The judges deliberated, and in the end, numbers 1 and 15 stayed. A.K.A., the X-men and the Mint-chip Pyromaniacs! (that's my nickname, btw. Completely random thing. If you happen to be reading this, hi Blue Anchovy! (injoke, sorrs)
So, duh, our fav band won!! Wehay!!
(Ok, short chappy, I know, but next chappy features the after party. You know what that means: Kareoke! Wehay! Fun, no? Suggest whatever you wanna see happen. Oh, and don't worry, I will have Remy sing Iris! I love that song!)
(AN: Annywaaaay, yeah. What is dis, with the reviewers begging me to update????? I'm becoming more regs now!! Aaaargh. You know why the British (in gens, not in spefs, cause Clover and Di and Mayleen are all Brits, wehay) suck? BECAUSE HP'S ALREADY OUT THERE!!! I'VE GOTTA WAIT TIL FRIDAAAAAY!!! .:sobs:. .:brightens:. But, I gets to sees it with all me mates!!! YAAAAY!!! (You see, I've had sugar today. That's about as bad for me as anything edible with a c in it (like coffee, hot chocs (sorrs, I can't member what that stuffs called) and choc in gens) is for Clover. AND THERE'S ONLY 2 AND A HALF DAYS OF SCHOOL!!!!! WEHAY!!!!! (Yeah, mayleen, I'm borrowing that for the day!!) Sorrs but all that combined is affecting me like wine or something because I am really hyper and it's prolly not good for me, but who cares???? (See it's so bad that I'm blathering even in my notes. Sorrs!!!) Yeah, and I just noticed how long my AN is so I'll shut up now!!! .:INSERT REALLY LOUD HYPER, CRAZY, ECT., ECT. LAUGHTER:.)
=RIGHT WHERE WE LEFT OFF, BACKSTAGE AT THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS!=
(Um, sorrs, I swear, this is my last AN before the story, but I just had a s'more with extra choc, and, um, I'm having a soda, AND fear factors on. So, I can't promise this'll make complete sense. Sorrs!!)
After railing on Kurt until it was almost their turn, Rogue felt very good about herself. Now all she had to do was put the same amount of feeling into her pep talk to the band. "Ok guys, this is it. We've been preparing for this for weeks (I think so, anyway... .:flips furiously through plot line:. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's weeks.) and I am absolutely positive that we are ready for this!!! We have practiced and practiced, and I repeat, WE ARE READY!!!! Now, we are gonna go out there and win!!!!"
Everyone in the band cheered. It wasn't much of a pep talk, but it was enough. (Yeah, I suck at inspiring ANYTHING, so there you have it. Hey, at least I'm honest.)
A nervous looking man with a clipboard walked up to them. He didn't look very happy, judging by the numerous nervous tics going on his face, and the whole sweating like a..a.. a really sweaty person thing. "You're the X-men right?" Rogue nodded.
"That's my band, all right."
"You're up next, right, and your order is this," he shoved a piece of paper in Rogue's hands," Goodluck,haveaniceday,playwell,breakaleg, etc,etc." He said all of this very fast (especially the last bit) and walked away, shooting apprehensive looks at the lot.
"Ah suppose he heard we're all mutants, then."
There was loud applause as the last band before them finished playing. There was a loud beeping as the computers tabulated (I've always wanted to use that word, and here's my chance!! Wehay!!) the votes. A large sign made from colored lights appeared on stage. 75% said to stay.
A smarmy, skuzzy looking guy walked on stage. In a very condescending voice he said, "Well, it appears that this band is still in the running!!! Next up: Please welcome the X-men! They will be performing, in this order, :"Disease", by Matchbox 20, "Haunted", by Evanescence, and an original song, "Shut up", written by, um, Rogue! I repeat, please welcome the X- men!!!"
Everyone rushed into place and began running through the music in their head. There was a creaky noise as the curtain went up and..
"1, 2, 3, go!", shouted Rogue.
The band began playing like they'd never played before. (I'm listening to the song right now, so I might as well just write the chorus out.)
"I've got a disease Deep inside me Makes me feel uneasy baby I can't live without you Tell me what am I supposed to do about it Keep your distance from me; don't pay no attention to me I've got a disease Well I think that I'm sick But leave me be while my world is coming down on me You taste like honey honey Tell me can I be your honey Keep tellin' myself that it won't take long until I'm free of my disease"
They got uproarious applause for that, and then the freaky skuzzy host dud came back and started talking again, something about "cast your votes only if you're sure you're ready" or some crap like that. He gestured, and the band started playing again.
After playing "Haunted" really, really well, (I can't remember the lyrics right now so I'm not gonna bother) the skuzzy dude came back and said basically the same thing and left again.
Then the band started playing the intro to "Shut up". Rogue came up to the mic. There were catcalls from the horny, hopeless guys in the front row, and then she started singing.
"I'm just another face in the crowd, Like everyone else, FAITHLESS.." and so on. (Not that that isn't a lovely fic, it's just, I already typed that up and I'm lazy..)
Everyone did shut up. There was just the sound of crickets from the audience, and then, "Woo hoo yeah!!!!! Awesome!!" (That was the typical response, anyway.)
Nervous, everyone in the band watched the audience. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
The skuzzy host dude came back and said some skuzzy things that were ignored, until, "Well, the judges appear to be done deciding. Let's have the results!"
The colored light sign came down again, and... "98%!!! Great job done by the X-men!!! They're most definitely staying!!!"
The reaction was electric. All of the band dropped their instruments and started doing little glee hops, whooping, yelling, and celebrating in gens. Rogue was even kind enough to allow one celebratory kiss to Remy. (Aaaaww.)
After 47 more bands played, the skuzzy host dude came out and started talking again. "Well, it appears we have narrowed the field down from 100 entrants to only 15! So we'll begin the semi-finals NOW!" He clapped his hands and a large sign came up, listing the current standings.
15: (Erm, ah, now I have to think. Darn!!!) "The mint chip Pyromaniacs!!"
14: "Spazzin' out!"
13: "I Dream of Logan!"
12: "Sideways Glances"
11: "The Abso-bloody-lutely Idiots!!"
10: "The A-hood!"
9: "The Sacred Followers of the Potato Chip George!"
8: "The Worshipers of the Conscretated Carrot!" (Yeah, those last two are injokes between me and my idiot mates.. Sorrs if you don't get it..)
7: "Welcome To Paradicium!"
6: "Tabby-cat and the Boom-Boom's!" (Sorrs, Tabby is another char I like playing with.)
5: "The Complete Wackjobs!" (That's my band! .:hee hee:.)
4: "Extreme Evolution!" (Tee hee, I'm trying to bribe y'all)
3:"Daphine and the Diamond-ettes!" (Ditto)
2: "In Denial!"
1: "The X-band!!!"
=5 MINUTES LATER, BACKSTAGE=
All the remaining bands had finally shut up and they were calm again. The skuzzy host dude had exited after announcing the bands.(Something about buying really powerful earplugs; his last set had blown out with all the cheering.)
So after a few more minutes of waiting, the skuzzy host dude came back. (From now on, we'll just call him Skuzzy.) "Well, folks, thanks for waiting, sorry for the delay, but I needed proper protection for my ears. Anyway, we're going to get right to it." He paused, listening to the mini- mic in his ear. "There's been a change of plans! Since it took so long to get through all that, we're heading straight into the finals-finals! You know the deal! Any band 50% or under is booted, and any band over 50% stays! After the initial voting round, the judges will narrow down the field to two, in which the audience will pick the MASTER BAND! We'll begin right.. NOW!!"
All the bands played. Numbers 2, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 12, 13, and 14 got booted. So that meant numbers 1, 3, 4, 7, 11, and 15 all stayed.
The judges deliberated, and in the end, numbers 1 and 15 stayed. A.K.A., the X-men and the Mint-chip Pyromaniacs! (that's my nickname, btw. Completely random thing. If you happen to be reading this, hi Blue Anchovy! (injoke, sorrs)
So, duh, our fav band won!! Wehay!!
(Ok, short chappy, I know, but next chappy features the after party. You know what that means: Kareoke! Wehay! Fun, no? Suggest whatever you wanna see happen. Oh, and don't worry, I will have Remy sing Iris! I love that song!)