"Good morning boys and girls, and welcome…to Poetry Corner with Legato Bluesummers. It seems the audience is growing. Good." Legato walked around his room towards his large antique-style chair. "Now, you may already know this but just in case, today's theme is-…"

Snoring cut him off, but he just shrugged and went on. "Like I was saying today's theme is-"

The snoring interrupted him once again. "One second please…" He said, walking towards a fiery red-headed man sleeping on a fold out cot. Legato shook the man, trying to wake him up.

"But mommy…I hate cello lessons…" the boy mumbled.

"Staccato?"

"Mommy, don't let the cello squish me again…"

"Staccato!" Legato yelled, shaking him again.

"Can I have a new liver mommy…mine got squished again…"

"Staccato!"

The young man rolled over, falling off the cot on the floor. He sat up quickly, looking around with droopy eyes. "What? Huh? Oh…Hi Legato." He waved, grinning innocently.

"Ladies and gentlemen, meet my little brother Staccato."

The audience clapped and applauded, laughing as the director of the show ran out of the curtain, tripping over the scene break. She stood up suddenly, fixing her glasses.

"STACCATO!" She screamed, running towards the younger Bluesummers with open arms.

"KORI!" He yelled back, his arms open as well.

The two ran towards each other, dramatic romance music beginning to play.

Then they hugged. Ah yes they hugged like no tomorrow. Like it was going out of style. They hugged happily, embracing each other deeply and intimately. For they-

"Excuse me." Legato said, rudely interrupting my beautiful description of the wonderful hug, which, by the way might later lead to some-

"Excuse me!" He said again. What! "I would love to get on with the show. IF you don't mind."

Whiney ass little…fine. The two stopped hugging and Kori reluctantly left to return backstage.

"Now. As I was saying, today's theme is beauty.

"Beauty is found in the eye of the beholder, which means it is found in many forms. For some it can be represented by a dozen white roses, for others it could be represented by a dozen pale white bodies lying in a pile surrounded by gallons of blood.

"Well this show is about, normally my views on it. So I am going to read you a poem that shows both views. This poem was written by my wonderful director. It is a free verse poem which has been left unnamed.

The shine of the knife
Against my heart
Ripping it out
His love is painful.

A trickle of blood
Down from my eyes
Clear and burning
Its way down my cheeks.

I remove the blade
And stitch the wound

Healing myself form his hands.
Ready to search again
For hands not so rough.

And hands to heal my wound
So calloused and worn
A newer love
One truer."

The audience clapped politely. Staccato sighed with love struck eyes. "I love her poetry."

"I hate you." Legato told his brother.

The back door of the hall busted open, a girl with long black hair stomped in angrily.

Staccato crouched in fear. "Oh no…"

"Ah…my dear sister. Ladies and gentlemen, my sister Melody." Legato smirked, knowing Staccato was about to be in trouble for something. "What has he done?"

"Well he was grounded for a week for letting the oranges rot so that he could use them in his stink-bomb experiment. But now it might be years before he has a possibility of going outside. He started his super glue rampage with Harmony's tea cup. That was after he poured hot sauce in it. Then he put super glue in Adante's underwear, which, because Adante is so stupid he actually didn't notice until he pulled them off to use the bathroom." The male audience cringed and groaned in pain. "So yeah…he's in trouble."

"So he didn't get to you."

"No. Fortunately." She glared at her immature brother. "For 17 you act like 9 year old. Do you know that?"

Staccato glared back. "For a 19 year old you act like a bitch." He smirked. "How's that for a 9-year-old's vocabulary?"

"Please…take him home Melody."

"Right. Come on now Staccato. Mom and Dad need to talk to you." Melody made a force field around her younger brother and carried him off. (A/N: Just so you know, I made up a whole Bluesummers family before The Incredibles even came out. So yeah, that is why she may remind you of the character Violet.)

But Staccato had gotten to Harmony. He had gotten the super glue, and glued the words "Melody's fat ass" in gold sparkly letters on her pants.

"Well I hate to say it. But that's all for today! See you next time."

"This episode of Poetry Corner with Legato Bluesummers," the narrator spoke. "Was brought to you by…

"B.D.N Super glue! It glows in the dark!

"Black Kitty Beer! Remember, whenever you feel like getting intoxicated, the black cat is always there!

"Bernardelli Insurance Society! We don't cover your attempts at catching Vash the Stampede.

"And…

"Kori's love for Staccato! Which brought him into the story. Oh and her message to the fans GO BONDAGE!"