(Hello again, my lovelies! It's nice to hear from you again….andalitebandit-6, I think that's a good, thing, but I'm not so sure….you makin' fun of me? Just wait a little bit, be patient….please! Ynnep, thank you! I'm glad you like it! And on with the next chapter!)
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It was a late Saturday morning and all the band members were on a bus, heading for the second to last competition of the year. Zim was at the front of the 'drummer' bus with the Tallest, while all the other drummers were in the back.
Zak and Dib shared a seat. They mostly talked about the competition and occasionally about their green skinned cymbal player.
They got to the skool and unloaded everything. The band and drumlin went separate ways to practice. The mighty Jedi Helm did much yelling and screaming at everyone. Then it was time to perform…
Every one lined up in their black and marched onto the field. The performance was a hit, but everyone thought they did rather badly.
"That was even better than the last time!" said Purple cheerfully.
"I'll never get tired of that show," said Red with a smile.
"You flatter me, my Tallest, but I don't think we did that good…" said Zim.
"Good job, drummers. I think you did well out there." Said Mr. H. There was some groaning from the line members.
"Hey, Mr. Helm's, right, we'll let the judges take it from here." said Kat, "TO the food stand!" And thus, they swarmed. The concession stand was flooded with colors of white, orange and black.
The drummers got a table all their own and they ate their pile of food stuffs as they listened to other bands and drumlines. As the day wore on, they became more and more aware that there was no chance in hell that they'd place.
The night finally came and the air was cool as the bands eagerly awaited for the competition results.
"In 3rd place, class AAA, with a score of 73.6, L. High Skool!" announced the judge. Ok, so they weren't third. The band looked at one another, then back at the long line of drum majors.
"In 2nd place, class AAA, with a score of 75.9, E. High Skool!" announced another judge. Still not them, all hope had now been lost of getting anything. They all sulked absentmindedly, and almost didn't pay attention to the next judge.
"And in 1st place, class AAA, with a score of 85.3, HF Secondary Skool!" The band came into shock and screeched and hollered, jumped up and down and hugged each other, never had they even thought that they would win the competition.
They all went back to the busses with a smile on their faces. Not only did they win first place, they also got high drum majors. Everyone was quite happy with the out come, and as they got on the busses, realized, they were beat. Most of the band people slept on the way back to the skool.
Dib was trying to sleep, but heard faint music playing next to him. Zak's mp3 player was turned up just loud enough for Dib to hear it. Dib tapped Zak's shoulder before concluding that he was asleep. He took one of the ear buds and held it to his ear so he could better hear the music. Lucky for him, the song had just started. It had a good beat and the music seemed to hold his attention, even though it started out soft.
You won't hear me…
But you'll feel me…
Without warning,
Something's dawning, listen…
Then within your senses,
You'll know you're defenseless…
How your heart beats,
When you run for cover…
You can't retreat,
I spy like no other…
Then we race together!
We can ride forever!
Wrapped in horse-power,
Driving into fury…
Changing gear I pull you tighter to me...
I'm your turbo lover!
Tell me there's no other!
I'm your turbo lover!
Better run for cover!
We hold each other closer,
As we shift to overdrive,
And everything goes rushing by,
With every nerve alive
We move so fast it seems as though we've taken to the sky
Love machines in harmony,
We hear the engines cry!
I'm your turbo lover!
Tell me there's no other!
I'm your turbo lover!
Better run for cover!
On and on we're charging to the place so many seek,
In perfect synchronicity of which so many speak,
We feel so close to heaven in this roaring heavy load,
And then in sheer abandonment, we shatter and explode!
I'm your turbo lover!
Tell me there's no other!
I'm your turbo lover!
Better run for cover!
'Holly shit!' thought Dib, "I think he was singing about sex! Guy on guy sex! Holly fuck!'
The song ended and he was wondering if he should keep listening or just forget about it. The next song started playing, and it caught his attention. It had a slightly heavier beat, but it also had a good sound.
You stitch me up good,
And you cut me down,
So I string you up to keep you hanging around
You dish the hot stuff up but,
You keep me waiting
So I'll play it dirty 'til your body is breaking!
We've got to make love,
The time is right,
We've got to make love tonight!
'Cause we're burnin' up!
Dib accidentally dropped the ear bud. 'What kind of music is this?' He carefully put the ear bud back in Zak's ear and tried to sleep, but the lyrics danced around in his brain, and refused to let him get a drop of sleep.
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(Hope you liked this one! Ha ha, I like it when Dib gets put in the oddest of situations! XD I'll probably be posting the next chapter within the next couple of days or so.)
(Burnin' Up and Turbo Lover lyrics belong to the almighty god of heavy metal, Rob Halford.)