Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own W.i.t.c.h. or the Cell Block Tango. I just brought them together.
A.N.-What happens in the Cell Block Tango didn't happen to the W.i.t.c.h.
And this is the Comic setting, not the Cartoon setting.
"Guys! Guys! Guys!" an excited Hay Lin called out to her friends, "Guess what!"
"What is it Hay Lin?" Will asked.
"She probaly drank five Coffee's" Irma joked.
Hay Lin wipped around to her best friend and defended herself, "I do not drink Coffee!"
"Hay Lin:1 Irma:0," Cornelia said, using her fingers for emphasis.
"So what did you want to tell us, Hay Lin?" Will asked, changing the subject before there was an, Irma vs Cornelia War.
"Okay guys!" Hay Lin then announced, "I entered us in the Lip Sync!"
"What!" Cornelia shouted, "You're kidding, right?"
"You went behind our backs and entered us!" Irma demanded.
"Come on you guys lighten up! It'll be fun!" Hay Lin encouraged.
"Fun?" Cornelia asked, "Fun! You think it'll be fun having the entire school--"
"Wait a minute!" Taranee finally spoke, "When you have to sign up you have to put a song down as well."
"That's right!" Will gasped, "What song did you put down, Hay Lin?"
"I put us down for," Hay Lin done a drum roll on the seat, "The Cell Block Tango!"
"Um, Hay Lin?" Irma started.
"What is it, chummy?" Hay Lin beamed.
"There's not enough of us."
Hay Lin beamed up again quickly, "We'll ask Elyon and Caleb to help."
"Great idea Hay Lin!" Will congratulated.
"Stop!" Cornelia shouted, "We are not going to kill Caleb six times! And, besides, I don't think he'd want to take part in it."
The five went quiet, trying to think then Irma asked, "Do we actually need a guy?"
"I don't think so," was Taranee's answer.
"I guess we don't have to have one. . ." Hay Lin said disappointed.
"Don't worry Hay Lin!" Irma said, in attempt to cheer her up, "It'll work great!"
"If Elyon wants to join in," Will said, "Would she, Cornelia?"
Cornelia smiled, "There's only one way to find out."
"Of course I'll take part!" Elyon beamed as she flew down to ground level. (A.N.-If Elyon can't fly. . .Well she can now!)
"Great!" Hay Lin beamed with excitement, "Lets get practicing!"
A gust of wind blew some paper into the room.
"These are the lyrics!" Hay Lin explained, "Cornelia, you're obviously the girl with the sister and Irma, I was thinking that you could be the Hungarian chick. . ."
Hay Lin went on and on until they had sorted out the parts and were practising.
End of Prologue. The next chapter will be the performance so keep an eye out, ok?
