Disclaimer: Roses aren't blue, I hate Mary Sue, I don't own FMA, so SCREW YOU! MY BAND SUCKS!
Oh yeah. I also don't own the milkshake song. It belongs to…Kelis, right? XD
I know this fic doesn't make any sense. Shaddap. XD
Roy's anxiety was building. He didn't remember ever being this nervous. Riza walked up behind him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"It'll be alright, Sir. Just do what's in your heart." She said with a smile. He turned around and smiled at her.
"Thanks, Hawkeye." He said, his voice still shaking from his current lack of nerves. Then, he stood up and went to get into his proper outfit for what he was about to do.
One Hour Later"Mustang, you're on in five minutes." The stagehand said to Roy, reading something off of a clipboard and adjusting his glasses.
"Erm, thank you." He said, still nervous. He messed with his shoes for a moment, then with his shirt. It wasn't very comfortable, but he had to do it.
He heard his cue and walked onstage. But, when the music started playing, he felt like a completely different person.
I can do this, he thought, I can do this!
He opened his mouth and started to sing.
"My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge
My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge
I know you want it,
The thing that makes me,
What the guys go crazy for.
They lose their minds,
The way I wind,
I think its time
La la-la la la,
Warm it up.
La la-la la la,
The boys are waiting
La la-la la la,
Warm it up.
La la-la la la,
The boys are waiting
My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge
My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge
I can see youre on it,
You want me to teach the
Techniques that freaks these boys,
It can't be bought,
Just know, thieves get caught,
Watch if your smart,
La la-la la la,
Warm it up,
La la-la la la,
The boys are waiting,
La la-la la la,
Warm it up,
La la-la la la,
The boys are waiting,
My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge
My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge
Once you get involved,
Everyone will look this way-so,
You must maintain your charm,
Same time maintain your halo,
Just get the perfect blend,
Plus what you have within,
Then next his eyes are squint,
Then he's picked up your scent,
La la-la la la,
Warm it up,
La la-la la la,
The boys are waiting
La la-la la la,
Warm it up,
La la-la la la,
The boys are waiting
My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge
My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge…"
The music ended and Roy walked off the stage feeling like a new man. Or, as manly as one can feel in a sports bra and tight pleather pants.
The next day, Roy had a $500 bank note in his pocket.
"Damn…I can't believe he actually did it. Now I'm down $500…can anybody spare me some money for luch?" Havoc moaned from his desk.
"Ha. That'll teach you not to bet against…THE GREAT FLAME ALCHEMIST!" Roy said in triumph.
"Oh really…" Hughes said with a devilish smile.
"OH GOD NO-" Roy started, but it was too late. Hughes had already started going around the office giving all the people under Roy's command copies of….
"The colonel in a bra! PFFFTAHAHAHAHAHA!" Breda laughed until he cried. Soon enough, all of Central Headquarters was laughing at him.
…
We love you, Roy.
