Chapter 5: Scott's Evil Plan
"Katchia, why are your posters covered in pictures of Avalanche?" Piotr asked Kitty.
"Because he's, like, the star of the show." Kitty stated matter-of-factly.
Hank sighed and set the stack of Kitty's posters he and Piotr were looking at down, "No Kitty, he isn't. And a lot of people around Bayville don't like him very much."
"I like him." Kitty grumbled.
"Of course you do," Hank laughed, "But since we aren't trying to persuade you to see this production, I think it would be better if we left Lance's name, and face, off the posters."
"Then who's name do we put on it?" Kitty asked.
"Johnny and Jean?" Piotr questioned, holding one of his own posters.
"Exactly." Hank smiled, "Because no one knows Johnny, thank God, and Jean is still a respectable figure to most."
"Fine we'll, like, put up Piotr's posters." Kitty sighed, "Maybe Bayville will like Lance better after they see the musical."
Hank chuckled, "Maybe."
"Where're you goin'?" Lance asked as Kitty and Piotr were about to leave.
"Putting up musical posters." Kitty said, handing him one off the top of her stack.
"Starring Johnny Allerdyce and Jean Grey." Lance read off the poster.
"Yeah, my posters said starring Lance Alvers, but, like, Hank didn't think people like you." Kitty stated.
"He's probably right." Lance shrugged as he gave Kitty her poster back.
"Come Katchia, we need to hang posters." Piotr exclaimed.
"What's with this Katchia business?" Lance asked, sounding a bit miffed.
"Kitty shrugged, "I think its, like, Russian for Katherine."
"Dah." Piotr nodded.
"Oh really," Lance growled, "Sure its not a pet name?"
"What?!" Kitty and Piotr asked, confused.
"I think I wanna go with you to 'hang posters'." Lance said, taking some of the posters from Kitty's stack.
"But Lance, we're the publishing team." Kitty said.
"Yeah, well, I wanna join." He smiled.
"No Lance, you have too big a part," Hank butted in, "I need you here." He sent Kitty and Piotr off and turned back to Lance, "Come on, we have rehearsing to do."
Lance grumbled as Hank led him to the stage, "I'll find my own way to be on the publicity team."
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"Jean you need to practice this song some more," Hank yelled across the stage, "You keep getting that note wrong."
"I know," Jean sighed, "Sorry."
"Alright, from the top people!" Hank shouted, "And Jean, please try to remember that note."
Jean nodded as the begging of 'Angel of Music' started once more.
"Haf you thought of a vay to keep Lance from haffing to kiss Jean yet?" Kurt asked Scott as the two of them set things up backstage.
"No." Scott sighed.
"Ve could get Kitty sick," Kurt thought, "Then Lance vould stay home vith her."
"Naw," Scott shook his head, "Hank would make Lance perform, and if Kitty wasn't playing Meg, you would have to."
"Oh ja," Kurt frowned, "Bad idea!"
"Watch out!" Logan yelled as the trap door he was "fixing" broke and Jean almost fell through it.
"Logan!" Hank yelled, after making sure Jean was alright, "No more working on trap doors!"
Logan grumbled and walked off.
Hank sighed, "Johnny, your solo's up."
"Break a leg." Jean smiled at Johnny.
"Thanks mate!" Johnny exclaimed as he walked back onto stage.
Scott suddenly grabbed Kurt, "We have all been blind, and yet the answer is staring us in the face…"
"Vhat?!" Kurt asked, very confused.
"Here, we have to make sure no one hears." Scott said, pulling Kurt into a dressing room and turning on the light. "I have a plan."
"Vell, vhat is it?" Kurt asked.
"On opening night we make sure the trapdoor is broken. Then, before the show even starts we some how get Lance to walk across it. Then when he falls through and breaks his leg…"
"He wont be able to perform!" Kurt smiled, then frowned, "But wont Kitty want to stay with him?"
Scott waved the blue boy's concern away, "Hank will make her perform."
They both smiled and left the dressing room to go back to work.
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I bet none of you, even all of you scary mind reading, stalker folks will be able to figure out what's gonna happen opening night! Muhahahahahahahahahahaha! And if you do, I will be officially very, very frightened of you!