Hey its ssxgurl again. Thanks to everyone who reviewed for chapter one!
CutebutPsycho31: Thanks for reviewing, even thoguh you hate me can you still r and r? I need the reviews thanks in advance.
Drum Kero: Thanks, its cool how Razell cant remember well. Glad u like the story.
ok onward with the next installment!
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Dear Bookie-Wookie face,
Hey! Don't make fun of me making up pet names. I see you snickering! being a DJ/Tour manager is a lonely job thus far. So there.
Anywho, here I am in the middle of an airport. Surrounded by Canadians. Wearing a gay windbreaker. And watching a man not wearing a shirt and bearing menacing muscles walk straight at me with a scary grin on his pierced face.
Wow, I hope this dude is here for an airlift to an Asylum somewhere. Oh lordy, here he comes. closer, closer, this is like scary movie drama. Y'know like slow motion? I was just about to nanchalantly walk away from the banner when-
"BINGO!" yelled the psycho man. I guess thats his name, Bingo. Hahah. Eew, I just snorted. "I am here to snowboard with some gay little league full of gay fuckers." he added darkly. From just plain crazy to mad and scary in about 5 seconds. Oooer a new record.
"Ok, er Bingo, go sit over there and dont touch anything." I said sincerely. He is looking at me, definitley realizing my athority.
"My name isnt Bingo." he whispered softly. Verrry creepy. "Its PSYMON!" he screamed before laughing like a psycho freak in no shirt, like he is. I. Am. So. Fucking. Scared.
I excused myself to the bathroom to calm down. A man with heart conditions such as mine shouldnt be exposed to such severe...er... total and complete psychoness. Well here I am in a toilet stall hiding from people who are under my command.... Wait! That's right, Im the boss. Now I will go back out with a completely confident attitude, I mean I do control them! I OWN THEM! Ok. Time to kick ass and take names. Or at least just establish the idea that I can.
Wow, assertiveness is where its at. I walked out of the bathroom with regained pride (and toilet paper hanging off my shoe). Then I marched right over to 10 Ssx boarders, told them my name and that I am the boss, and they all agreed and warmly wecomed me. Snaps for Razell.
A bunch of people arrived during my abscence. A tall, nice looking blonde named Elise (or so says the almightly clipboard) was talking animatedly to an Afroe'd guy who looks like he is stuck in the 70's. Psymon was sitting there trying to touch Elise's butt (which isnt quite as porky as Marisol's).The sparks of romance are flying here. Then, there is Baby got back talking to a rich frenchie and a seedy looking pig who smells like garbage disposal gone wrong. Then, there is a random bald, black chick in a fur coat who is nodding and occasionally singing jazzy words. Kiora (that's it, right?) and Mackenzie are talking to a tall, surfer guy. Socailization. yeah, great.
I am sitting here, feeling good. I still have some coffee left that I am merrilly sipping at, everything is in order. Wonderful. I am just now reading up on some names, bios, hobbies and personalitlies. For instance, swamp buggy man is Luther Dwane Grady and he likes to play guitar and scare childre. (Ok I made that last apst up...) Mr Buddah Booster is named Brodi, and he believes in karma, Buddah, blah blah blah spiritual junk like that. I still don't get how people can worship a fat guy. It also says here that he is a vegan. Ha, mabey I will slip some honey in some of his herbal tea for a few kicks if things get boring.
That baldie is named Seeiah. It also says here that she Ôpursuied a career as a jazz singer.' Lord help her poor roomate. I really do hope the hotel walls are thick enough so that only the two of them suffer. I need my beauty sleep.
Kiora interrrupted my peace by coming over here and yelling, "Wakiki o woogia I la polika" or something.
I replied, "I speak ENGLISH, child. thats E-N-G-L-I-S.
Then Mackenzie said, "Dawg, you left out the H. Cant you spell, Foshizzle?" Ha, I didnt know they had that kind of quality schools in the ghetto he is from.
Anyway, after about 5 minutes of little Mr. Ghetto Funk going ÔYo, da name is Mac, Ima give you a smackdown dawg' after I call him ÔMackenzie', I found out that Kiora was asking for more money to buy something. What do I look like, a damn bank?!?
Mabey its the windbreaker. In Japaneseland, the colors for the bank could be orange, white and blue. Hmm, who knows.
Here comes Elise. I hope she isnt coming over to whine about wanting money from me.
"Hey Razzie." Razzie? I guess thats my new nickname. better get used to it.
"Yeah Elise? What do you want?" I asked. I am truly not in the mood to be bothered anymore by these people. I wish they would go back to occupying themselves.
"On the list of return boarders, is there someone named Payne?" she asked. Fine, I will look on the list if it will make you happy, blondie. Hmm Payne..... Payne, Zoe. that must be her.
"There is someone named Zoe who is returning." I replied.
"Oh thanks." said Elise as she let out a sigh of what I imagone to be releif. mabey they were friends...? Oh I dont care. All I care about is that I am in peace again.
La la la, tranquility. I feel as calm as that Zen person Brodi while he's meditating. Mabey I will buy a book callled Buddhism for Dummies and share in his calm, cool, and collected ways. Or not. Though I may need it later as a stress buster.
Here comes Kiora. Guess she finished shopping. Why is she carrying antoher bear!?!
"Razell-san, I broght you new Moffee. Other Moffee will be lonely if no have friend."
"Er, thanks, how sweet." Except now I have two damn pandas. But I have to be nice and humble, I can't upset a poor little Japanese girl who is only tryng to be nice. Although, if she brings a third bear I am not responsible for my actions.
While I was trying to shove Useless Panda Bear Named Moffe 1 and Useless Panda Bear Named Moffe 2 into my backpack, Zoe Payne is coming over here while holding hands with some guy wearing tight shorts named Moby Jones. They are walking close together and and they dropped hands as they approacheed. I guess they are together, a semi-secret romance.
"The name's Zoe Payne." cheered Zoe as she walked right over and shook my hand.
"I know." I replied. She is looking at me funny. Now she thinks I am her stalker. "My name is DJ Razell Brown and I am your tour manager." She nodded and stepped back. I think I scared her. Apparently that Bingo, I mean Psymon, guy doesnt creep her out because she is goving him some looks. Right next to who I assume is her BF. She has got more of an eye than even that Latina girl, who is now hitting on that poor guy with the fro nammed Eddie.
"My names Moby Jones, mate." said Moby. Mate? I'll add it to my list of nicknames. I shook Mr. Oblivious's hand and declared the finish of the airport party.
"Everyone is here so pack into the van and lets get the hell out of here!" I yelled. Everyone cheered and stood up to board into the tour bus. They are all cheering for me, I am soo poular! Once I loaded all of the loons into the back of the bus, I took my place in my super secret office. Hey! I even have groovy expensive pen things and cool little Jolly Ranchers in a bowl. I even get a squishy chair that make a farty noise when you sit(!)Yay. I really like being boss...
Ta ta for now,
Razell the Great
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Hey there is chapter 2, thanks for reading now go review.
CutebutPsycho31: Thanks for reviewing, even thoguh you hate me can you still r and r? I need the reviews thanks in advance.
Drum Kero: Thanks, its cool how Razell cant remember well. Glad u like the story.
ok onward with the next installment!
=====
Dear Bookie-Wookie face,
Hey! Don't make fun of me making up pet names. I see you snickering! being a DJ/Tour manager is a lonely job thus far. So there.
Anywho, here I am in the middle of an airport. Surrounded by Canadians. Wearing a gay windbreaker. And watching a man not wearing a shirt and bearing menacing muscles walk straight at me with a scary grin on his pierced face.
Wow, I hope this dude is here for an airlift to an Asylum somewhere. Oh lordy, here he comes. closer, closer, this is like scary movie drama. Y'know like slow motion? I was just about to nanchalantly walk away from the banner when-
"BINGO!" yelled the psycho man. I guess thats his name, Bingo. Hahah. Eew, I just snorted. "I am here to snowboard with some gay little league full of gay fuckers." he added darkly. From just plain crazy to mad and scary in about 5 seconds. Oooer a new record.
"Ok, er Bingo, go sit over there and dont touch anything." I said sincerely. He is looking at me, definitley realizing my athority.
"My name isnt Bingo." he whispered softly. Verrry creepy. "Its PSYMON!" he screamed before laughing like a psycho freak in no shirt, like he is. I. Am. So. Fucking. Scared.
I excused myself to the bathroom to calm down. A man with heart conditions such as mine shouldnt be exposed to such severe...er... total and complete psychoness. Well here I am in a toilet stall hiding from people who are under my command.... Wait! That's right, Im the boss. Now I will go back out with a completely confident attitude, I mean I do control them! I OWN THEM! Ok. Time to kick ass and take names. Or at least just establish the idea that I can.
Wow, assertiveness is where its at. I walked out of the bathroom with regained pride (and toilet paper hanging off my shoe). Then I marched right over to 10 Ssx boarders, told them my name and that I am the boss, and they all agreed and warmly wecomed me. Snaps for Razell.
A bunch of people arrived during my abscence. A tall, nice looking blonde named Elise (or so says the almightly clipboard) was talking animatedly to an Afroe'd guy who looks like he is stuck in the 70's. Psymon was sitting there trying to touch Elise's butt (which isnt quite as porky as Marisol's).The sparks of romance are flying here. Then, there is Baby got back talking to a rich frenchie and a seedy looking pig who smells like garbage disposal gone wrong. Then, there is a random bald, black chick in a fur coat who is nodding and occasionally singing jazzy words. Kiora (that's it, right?) and Mackenzie are talking to a tall, surfer guy. Socailization. yeah, great.
I am sitting here, feeling good. I still have some coffee left that I am merrilly sipping at, everything is in order. Wonderful. I am just now reading up on some names, bios, hobbies and personalitlies. For instance, swamp buggy man is Luther Dwane Grady and he likes to play guitar and scare childre. (Ok I made that last apst up...) Mr Buddah Booster is named Brodi, and he believes in karma, Buddah, blah blah blah spiritual junk like that. I still don't get how people can worship a fat guy. It also says here that he is a vegan. Ha, mabey I will slip some honey in some of his herbal tea for a few kicks if things get boring.
That baldie is named Seeiah. It also says here that she Ôpursuied a career as a jazz singer.' Lord help her poor roomate. I really do hope the hotel walls are thick enough so that only the two of them suffer. I need my beauty sleep.
Kiora interrrupted my peace by coming over here and yelling, "Wakiki o woogia I la polika" or something.
I replied, "I speak ENGLISH, child. thats E-N-G-L-I-S.
Then Mackenzie said, "Dawg, you left out the H. Cant you spell, Foshizzle?" Ha, I didnt know they had that kind of quality schools in the ghetto he is from.
Anyway, after about 5 minutes of little Mr. Ghetto Funk going ÔYo, da name is Mac, Ima give you a smackdown dawg' after I call him ÔMackenzie', I found out that Kiora was asking for more money to buy something. What do I look like, a damn bank?!?
Mabey its the windbreaker. In Japaneseland, the colors for the bank could be orange, white and blue. Hmm, who knows.
Here comes Elise. I hope she isnt coming over to whine about wanting money from me.
"Hey Razzie." Razzie? I guess thats my new nickname. better get used to it.
"Yeah Elise? What do you want?" I asked. I am truly not in the mood to be bothered anymore by these people. I wish they would go back to occupying themselves.
"On the list of return boarders, is there someone named Payne?" she asked. Fine, I will look on the list if it will make you happy, blondie. Hmm Payne..... Payne, Zoe. that must be her.
"There is someone named Zoe who is returning." I replied.
"Oh thanks." said Elise as she let out a sigh of what I imagone to be releif. mabey they were friends...? Oh I dont care. All I care about is that I am in peace again.
La la la, tranquility. I feel as calm as that Zen person Brodi while he's meditating. Mabey I will buy a book callled Buddhism for Dummies and share in his calm, cool, and collected ways. Or not. Though I may need it later as a stress buster.
Here comes Kiora. Guess she finished shopping. Why is she carrying antoher bear!?!
"Razell-san, I broght you new Moffee. Other Moffee will be lonely if no have friend."
"Er, thanks, how sweet." Except now I have two damn pandas. But I have to be nice and humble, I can't upset a poor little Japanese girl who is only tryng to be nice. Although, if she brings a third bear I am not responsible for my actions.
While I was trying to shove Useless Panda Bear Named Moffe 1 and Useless Panda Bear Named Moffe 2 into my backpack, Zoe Payne is coming over here while holding hands with some guy wearing tight shorts named Moby Jones. They are walking close together and and they dropped hands as they approacheed. I guess they are together, a semi-secret romance.
"The name's Zoe Payne." cheered Zoe as she walked right over and shook my hand.
"I know." I replied. She is looking at me funny. Now she thinks I am her stalker. "My name is DJ Razell Brown and I am your tour manager." She nodded and stepped back. I think I scared her. Apparently that Bingo, I mean Psymon, guy doesnt creep her out because she is goving him some looks. Right next to who I assume is her BF. She has got more of an eye than even that Latina girl, who is now hitting on that poor guy with the fro nammed Eddie.
"My names Moby Jones, mate." said Moby. Mate? I'll add it to my list of nicknames. I shook Mr. Oblivious's hand and declared the finish of the airport party.
"Everyone is here so pack into the van and lets get the hell out of here!" I yelled. Everyone cheered and stood up to board into the tour bus. They are all cheering for me, I am soo poular! Once I loaded all of the loons into the back of the bus, I took my place in my super secret office. Hey! I even have groovy expensive pen things and cool little Jolly Ranchers in a bowl. I even get a squishy chair that make a farty noise when you sit(!)Yay. I really like being boss...
Ta ta for now,
Razell the Great
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Hey there is chapter 2, thanks for reading now go review.
