The Office: A Musical Chapter 2, an office fanfic

A/N I do not own these characters or any of the songs. Enjoy

Kevin was growing uncomfortable in his chair. He had a song in his head that he had only heard his daughter listen to a few times, yet he knew every word. Eventually his shifting turned into toe tapping, and that to clapping.

"Kevin, that's inappropriate at work. We can't get our work done," Angela told him.

Pam and Jim couldn't help but smile at one another at the thought of another performance. They quickly got up and made their way back to accounting.

Hollaback Boy

Kevin Malone

Each time a swear word would come, Kevin slapped his behind and put a "shh" finger on his lips.

Uh huh, this my sh-- (butt slap)
Allmy boys stomp your feet like this

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just goin' to happen like that
Cause I ain't no hollaback boy
I ain't no hollaback boy
2x

Oooh, this my sh-- (butt slap), this my sh-- (butt slap)

Kevin, Oscar, Creed, and Jim begin break dancing. The ladies of the office begin to drench themselves with water bottles poured down their faces.

Michael sighs and closes his blinds.

"I don't know what's come into everyone," Michael tells the camera. "It's like they all were doin' a little wacky tab-"

Michael stops himself before he can go on.

Jim and Pam walk back to their desks together, the awkwardness relieved just a little bit.

"Long time no talk," Jim jokes.

"Yeah," she frowns. "Listen, I know that couldn't have been easy for you last night. And I don't want to make it any harder. Can't we act normally?" she asked him, looking down at her shoes.

"Totally," he says, but does not mean it.

"Michael, this behaviour is not right. I think we should check ifany carbon dioxide hasinfiltratedthe buildingand we are all having dillusions," Dwight suggested in Michael's office.

Michael sighed. "We have a thing for that. It's supposed to go beep. Dwight, I need you to keep Jan out of here."

Dwight scrunched his eye brows. "I thought she was your girlfriend."

"She is. Was. Well, we're taking a break." Michael leaned in and whispered. "Just listen, I can't let her in again. She was here this morning, and I had urges…"

Dwight nodded in approval. "Nice."

"No not those urges you freak. Not at work. The other kind. The…you know…singing," Michael said, his voice barely able to be heard.

"Oh…got it," Dwight said before exiting his office and walking past reception. He then sat down in front of the elevator and stared, much like a dog.

Meredith was having a hard time concentrating. She figured she'd probably had too much "juice" that morning and was getting a little "sugar high".

She sighed and walked briskly to the break room for some water and an aspirin. And hour later, she still felt like she was missing something.

Suddenly the lights dimmed once again, and Meredith was suddenly wearing a T-shirt that didn't fit and was terribly dirty, complete with messy hair and no shoes.

Picture

Meredith Palmer

Meredith is staring at a picture of Captain Jack and holding a half empty bottle of wine.

I called you last night in the hotel

Everyone knows but they wont tell

But their half hearted smiles tell me

Somethin' just ain't right

I been waitin' on you for a long time

Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine

I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights

Pam, Phyllis, and Angela sing backup.

I put your picture away

I wonder where you been

I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him

I put your picture away

I wonder where you been

I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him!

The men clap and thank Meredith and the girls for their performance. Meredith spends the next half hour on her hands and knees crawling and looking for that bottle of wine she had been carrying.