I don't own Marc Predka…I wish, but I don't. However, I just Bought John Cena, and he is All MINE (in my dreams) I bought RANDY ORTON and I will be renting him to whoever wants to rent him for a week at a time…name your price and I'll let you know. LOL…I DON'T OWN CRAP (Except Time to Party…I wrote it)
Dawn got off Scott Free…ABSOLUTELY Scott Free. I was so pissed off. Bryce ended up getting 10-12 years in the State Correctional Facility. I was glad that at least He got convicted.
About a week after the verdict was read, I was sitting in the basement of my Cousin Marc's house. He had a studio down there, and he'd produced part of Dad's album there. He was just letting me fool around in the booth and sing random songs while dad went to the bathroom.
"You know, you should write a few more songs, and put together an album of your own." Marc said, smiling.
"You think? Do you think Phoenix is good enough for that?"
"I wasn't talking about Phoenix, I was talking about YOU Mack. Yeah, your little band was cool and all, but YOU have an awesome voice."
"Yeah, but Shane and Chris back me up, Shane is an insane guitarist, and Chris is the bass line. Lance is our drummer, and I wouldn't do anything with out them…they're my guys…like how dad doesn't do a concert without you and Bumpy? I couldn't sign a record deal without Chris Shane and Lance." I shrugged.
"I get it…why don't you guys come over on Saturday and record 'Girl In the Mirror'? It could be a demo."
" 'Girl in the Mirror is more of a ballad type song…we have to use Time to Party as our demo…more upbeat…AND, I got a rap on that one…I could probably get dad to perform it, and if not, this guy named Carlos is a pretty good rapper, he could do it for us."
"I'd do it…where's the lyrics?" Dad asked, coming down the stairs. I reached in my backpack and I gave him the notebook where all of my songs were written.
"It's the fourth or fifth song." I said.
Time to Party
(supposed to have a Black Eyed Peas type of feel)
(Shane)
Everybody, move your body,
Everybody, it's time to Party
Everybody, move your body
Everybody, it's time to party
(Me)
There's no time to stress
Just move your body
Let the music take you away.
I just want to have a good time and
Sake my thing to the beet…
So just
Let the music take control
Don't worry bout a thing
I can show you how to
(move your body)
Let the music take control
Don't you worry bout a thing
I can show you how to
MOOOOVVEEE
(Shane & Me harmonize)
Everybody, move your body,
Everybody, it's time to Party
Everybody, move your body
Everybody, it's time to party
(Rap)
It ain't gotta be no worryin
I can let you have some fun
If you keep the bass jumpin
It'll be fun for every one
I'm the MC on the mic
And this groove'll make it right
Play it as loud as you can
If that don't work play it again
Pheonix got the party goin
And the rhymes I spit keep flowin
Wanna keep the party hot?
Then make sure this record drop
(Chris)
Move your body
EVERYBODY
Move your body
MOVE
Shake your body
EVERYBODY
Move your body
GROOVE
(Me) If you feel it in your feet, when you're walking down the street
Come on and Move your body
(Shane) If you feel it in your soul, then just let it take control
Come on it's time to Party
(Chris) If you feel it in your booty, shake that hot patooty
Come on and Move your body
(All of Phoenix) If you wanna have a ball, do it till you can't stand at all
Come on it's time to Party
(Shane, Chris & Me harmonize)
Everybody, move your body,
Everybody, it's time to Party
Everybody, move your body
Everybody, it's time to party
Chorus till fade
"Wow Mack, this is pretty good…even the rap." Dad said, nodding
"You think? I did it during Music Appreciation, Mr. Taller was pissing me off again so I ignored him and wrote that." I shrugged.
"Well baby girl, you get out of school in five days…are you traveling with me this summer?"
"What do you think old man?" I countered, going to make changes to my song in my notebook. He gave me this look, and Marc laughed.
"Come on man, that WAS a dumb question." He shrugged.
"ANYWAY, I'm doing a battle of the bands, and…I was curious to know if you want to be on stage when I do it?"
I dropped my pen in shock. I looked up at my dad and Marc.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I am."
"No jokes?"
"Mack!"
"This really isn't a joke, right? Cause if it is, I'm never gonna talk to you again…you either Marc Anthony (not real middle name, I just like how Marc Anthony sounds together) Predka."
"It's not a joke…I'm doing the battle of the bands on RAW next Monday, and the exact words out of Y2Cheep's mouth were John Cena and his Crew against Fozzy. And what's my crew without the princess of the Chaingang there with me?" dad said, laughing.
"In that case…Of course I'm there dad!" I laughed.
"That's my baby girl…we just gotta work on your mike skills…"
"And just what, exactly, are wrong with my mike skills? I got first place at the talent show with them." I said, giving dad a look.
"You're an amazing singer, no doubt about that Small Fry, but, your style is more R&B, even Pop, or dare I say it, Rock, but it's not really all that rap." Marc said.
"Alright, let's do it." I said, laughing. "But it's not like you need all that much practice to be a hype man."
"You think it's easy?" Dad asked.
"all you have to do is say the words at the end of the line along with whoever's saying the verse. I've been to Eminem, Jay-Z, Lil John, and B2K concerts, as well as yours, so I think I know how." I said.
"Well then let's see." He said, nodding to Marc. Marc hit play and Dad's Theme Song started to play. We went through the song, and at the end, Dad started smiling.
"Told you it was easy." I said.
"Well, let's try a different song...Marc, pick any cut off the album." He said. 'Chaingang Is the Click' started to play…coincidentally, that's my favorite song on the Album. We went through that whole song, and just to spite dad, I did his whole first verse.
"You forget you gave me an advance copy of the Album don't you?" I smiled. "Plus, that's my favorite song. I know every single word to it."
"Shut up." He pouted playfully. I rolled my eyes and then told them I was going back to dad's house then to rehersal with the band. They nodded and I went out and got on the Electric Scooter Dad gave me when he found out that I'd thrown my old one away while running to his house. I pulled into our driveway…when I say our I mean mine and dad's. I pulled out my key and unlocked the door. I went inside and answered the ringing phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey there girly…how are you?"
"Stacy! Hi!" I smiled.
"I'm looking for your dad…is he home?"
"He's over Marc's house right now, but if you call his cell, he should answer."
"Alright Girly, thanks."
"No prob Stace…see you!"
I hung up the phone, curious to why Stacy Keibler was calling my dad. I shrugged it off and went upstairs to my room. I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of denim shorts and a pink tank top. I slid on some pink flip flops and answered the door. It was Shane.
"Hey Shane, what's up?" I asked, stepping out of the house and on to the porch.
"Nothing, just coming to pick you up for practice is all." He said, after kissing me on my lips. I got on my scooter and he followed on his skateboard. We went down to Lance's house and went into the garage. Chris was sitting on a lawn chair tuning his bass and Lance was sitting on top of his dad's work bench drinking a sprite.
"What's up Mackie-o?" Chris smiled.
"Hey Chicky!" Lance said.
"Hey guys…I have some good news…really good news." I said.
"What?"
"Well, my cousin Marc…he's letting us come over on Saturday and record a demo in his basement."
"NO WAY!"
"YOU'RE SHITTIN ME!"
"SERIOUSLY?"
"Yeah…and I'm going on the road starting Next Monday…I'm not gonna be here for a while."
"You're going all summer?"
"Maybe, I'm not sure."
"What about the band?"
"Well, I did think about that, and I might be able to talk dad into letting you guys coming with…for a couple of weeks…you guys and the girls."
"Seriously?"
"As a heart attack."
"I love you man!" Chris said, faking crying and hugging me tight.
"Uh, Chris? Breathing is becoming an issue." I gasped.
"Sorry. Now, where do they expect us to practice?"
"I bet we could use an empty Locker room or something…We wouldn't be disturbing anyone." I shrugged. "How are we supposed to cart all of the drum set around?"
"I'm not playing Pack Horse…I have a drum pad though, one of those electric ones. And we do have mini amps too. It won't be a lot of junk." Lance said.
"I'll call the Doc and ask him, but I'm not sure if he'll say yeah." I pulled out my cell.
"Yo!"
"Dad?"
"What's up?"
"Alright, before ya say no, hear me out. Can the guys come on the road with us? Only for two weeks, and if we get into trouble, then they go home, but if not, then they stay for the summer. We need to keep practicing, and we won't have a lot of junk with us either. They have Mini amps, and everything. So can they come, PLEASE DADDY?" I asked.
"Did you just call me daddy?" he said, laughing.
"Come on dad, can they come?"
"Alright, but if you guys get into any trouble…you're outta here. Deal?"
"Yeah, you got one." I smiled.
"Alright if their parents say it's okay. They gotta be ready to go Sunday night, we're flying to Cleveland."
"No problem…I'll tell them now." I hung up the phone just as Sammie, and Shania walked into the garage. They always sat and watched us practice.
"Tell us what?" Sammie asked.
"My dad said you guys can travel with us!"
"KICK ASS!" Shania screamed.
"I know…but Nia, Sam, Shane, Chris, Lance…you can't act like asses or you'll get sent home."
"Like I'll act like an ass." Chris said, making all of us laugh. At least half of the female student body had called him an asshole more than once.
We started practicing, excited to what was to happen soon.
It was about four hours to show time, so we were hanging around the arena. The ring was set up and they were letting use the empty ring to rehearse, on the condition that if any superstar came out to practice, we left immediately.
We'd finished rehearsing all of our songs and we were just fooling around, doing covers of some random songs. We were acting a fool and started to do a screwed up version of "Don't you wish you were me" when we heard clapping. We looked up to see none other than Chris Jericho himself behind him was Rob Conway.
"Not bad kids…not bad at all." He said, smiling. I heard Nia scream and smiled to myself. She's always gonna be a huge Y2J fan. I thought.
"Thanks sir." I said, being polite.
"What's the name of your little band?"
"Phoenix."
"Not a bad name." he shrugged. "But what are you guys doing here?"
'My dad works with you." I said.
"Who's your dad?"
"You'll be surprised, that's all…come on guys." I said, as they laughed and followed me.
"Where are you going?"
"We made a deal with Ring Crew…if a superstar came down to use the ring, we had to get out…then they'd let us use the ring before every show."
"Well we'd love to have some music while we practiced, wouldn't we Rob?"
Rob nodded and laughed. We got out of the ring and went over to where JR and King would be. We played Girl in the Mirror and then attempted Time to Party without the Rap segment. We eventually left, with Chris complimenting us. Shania nearly fainted when he shook her hand and we went back to Dad's locker room where he was sitting talking to Marc and Chaos, his DJ. Bumpy wasn't there yet.
"Hey dad, you'll never guess who just complimented our band."
"Who?" Marc asked, kissing my forehead.
"Chris Jericho. We were playing "Don't You Wish You Were Me" just for fun, you know, and he came down and said we were pretty good. This is huge, cause he's like huge name Aritst." I smiled.
"So I'm not?"
"DAD, you know what I mean. He's a Rocker, he'd say if we really did suck!...he didn't know who I was either."
"Does he now?"
"Nope…he's gonna be surprised when we go down to the battle." I smiled.
"Damn Straight" Chaos smirked.
RAW progressed quickly. I started to change my clothes and the girls helped me change. I decided on a pair of slightly baggy jeans and a Chaingang t-shirt that was two sizes too small, making it tight and a half shirt. Dad wasn't pleased, at all. I put on one of the orange Chaingang Life Sentence button downs over it, and he consented. I put on my all white shell toes and slipped a Chaingang visor on my head.
"Ready?"
"Let's do it" I smiled. We walked out after the gang said good luck and walked out to gorilla. I smiled when I saw Chris standing there.
"Hey there Chris!" I smiled.
"Hey…you're the little chick with the band from earlier! What are you doing here?"
"I told you my dad worked here." I shrugged.
"Who's your…"
'I told you you'd be surprised too. I'm the Chaingang Princess, and I have to go out there and perform with my dad…good to see you again Chris!" I smiled. Dad laughed along with Marc, and we stood at the curtain. Dad took off his chaingang chain, and put it around my neck. We walked out into the packed arena, and started to perform.
THERE'S CHAPPIE 17! R&R, And I'll update ASAP! Also, there will NOT NOT NOT be a John Cena/Stacy Keibler Pairing...you'll see why she's calling soon though.
