Jake-Hey.
Me-Hey.
Jake-Soooo...Are you gonna add more Robin and Starfire fluff like that one person asked?
Me-Just a smidgen in Act I. I'll have a shatload more in Act II.
Jake-OoO.
Me-Oh, and this song is really short because it's actually the first part of a five-part song. But it fits!
Jake-Really? Gee, how do you pick these songs?
Me-Simple, just use your knowledge of the media.
Jake-You should write your ownoriginal musical.
Me-I should...
Chapter Nine-The Death Of St. Jimmy
Robin laid in his bed, awake, with his hands behind his head. In his mind, he wondered what the Headmaster did to Jimmy. Then, he felt that something wasn't quite right. So, he got up to see if Jimmy had gotten back yet.
Oh, he was back all right, but he wasn't moving.
"Jimmy?" Robin asked, noticing a small bag of drugs in Jimmy's left hand. "No! He overdosed!" he shouted. Soon, he noticed a bullet wound in the side of Jimmy's head. In his right hand, he grasped a small pistol.
"Scratch that. He shot himself," Robin realized, "Whatever was going on around here, it made him commit suicide."
"He did it at three in the morning," Damien told him, walking in, "I didn't want to wake you or Billie up."
"Why didn't you stop him? Why?" Robin cried.
"I-I tried to. Listen, I knew Jimmy longer than you, and when he decides what he wants to do, he goes ahead and does it. There's no stopping him," Damien explained.
"Why would he do this? Is the Headmaster really that bad? Is Jimmy a drug addict? What's going on? Why am I here?" Robin pestered.
"Um, because he hated his life, yes, he was, I'm not sure, and because you are the leader of the Teen Titans," Damien answered the best he could.
"I'm sorry. It's just that this is really tramautizing for me. I never even thought that this would happen," Robin apologized.
"I know," Damien agreed.
"Uh, one final question, why are YOU here?"
"I play a mean bass, you wanna see?" Damien offered. Robin nodded, and Damien grabbed his bass and started to play. Robin suddenly got the urge to sing.
"The death of St. Jimmy, my heart is beating from me. I am standing all alone, please call me, only if you're coming home," he sang softly, dreaming of going back home to the team, to Starfire.
"Waste another year flies by. Waste a night or two. You taught me how to live in the streets of shame, where you lost your dreams in the rain," Damien sang while playing.
"There's no sign of hope. The stems and the seeds in the last of the dope. There's a glow of light."
"The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night, bearing gifts and trust, the fixture in the city of lust."
"What the hell's your name? What's your pleasure and what's your pain? Do you dream too much? Do you think what you need is a crutch?"
"In the crowd of pain, St. Jimmy comes without any shame. He says 'We're screwed up,' but we're not the same. And mom and dad are the ones you can blame!"
Billie walked in, overhearing Robin sing the last verse, "Jimmy died today. He blew his brains out into the bay, in the state of mind of my own private suicide."
"What's going on in here?" Billie wondered aloud.
"Jimmy commited suicide," Damien told him bluntly. Billie gasped, and yelled, "What is this world coming to!"
"Join the club," Robin said sarcastically.
"I feel like dropping out of this place now," Billie spoke.
"Don't we all," Damien sneered.
"First of all, I want to know what is going on in this so-called school. I want to know what is so bad around here. I want to know why Jimmy did this. I want some answers, and I want them NOW," Robin pouted.
"Good point, but where do we begin?" Billie questioned stupidly.
"The Headmaster! Dummy!" Damien answered, smacking him on the head.
"Okay, let's go see him," Robin suggested. Before they could go, though, yet another teacher came in and announced, "Robin, the Headmaster wants you to come up to his office immediately."
"This is it," Robin whispered to his friends.
"Good luck!" Damien and Billie whispered back as Robin was escourted out of Dormitory C.
Jake-Spooky. You used Green Day for somebody commiting suicide. Interesting.
Me-Hey, Billie Joe Armstrong wrote the song. He is my, like, idol. And I am going to see him live September 7th. Sooo happy right now.
Jake-Who?
Me-The lead singer of Green Day! Don't you know anything?
Jake-You're such a bitchette to me, but I'm STILL attracted to you! Weird world huh?
Me-Yes. Yes it truly is. I live in a country where our leader can't even pronounce "nuclear" right.
Jake-Makes me proud to be an Olarian.
Me-Whatever. Stay tuned for Chapter Ten!
