Note: I don;t own anything from Milo Murphy's Law. If I did we would already have a season 3.
The song that Bradley, Joni, and Chad sing is a parody of 'Come Together' by the Beatles.
About a week later Amanda and Lydia were sitting side by side at a long table, putting together some of the decorations to be taken over to the Grand Ballroom for the 8th Grade Dance. There were roses of many colors on the table in front Lydia- red, white, yellow, blue, purple, and pink. Lydia was taking one rose of every color and giving them to Amanda who then tied them together with a thin red ribbon and put them into thin vases next to her. The Principal and several of her helpers would then take them over to the Ballroom.
As Lydia gathered the roses and handed them to Amanda, the beautiful crystal star dangling from her neck and making sparkling patters on the wall whenever the sun hit it through the windows, she could see Amanda's head was down, and her voice was emotionless as she worked. Lydia watched her best friend with concern, knowing this wasn't anything like her. Usually Amanda loved being in charge and putting everything together in a nice neat order, with perfect precision. Now her eyes were down, her voice was dead, and she behaved like she couldn't care less.
"Thank you," she said with complete abandon as Lydia handed her the roses.
"You're welcome."
"Thank you," Amanda said, taking another bunch.
"My pleasure," Lydia answered.
"Thank you."
"Any time," Lydia said, beginning to be annoyed.
"Thank you."
"This has to stop," Lydian declaired throwing down the roses she was holding.
"What do you mean?" Amanda asked, looking up
"You're upset," Lydia pointed out.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, standing up and taking one of the vases. "Excuse me, I have to get these vases to the tables."
"See? This is what I'm talking about, I can't stand this formality!" She stood up and walked over to Amanda. "Amanda, this is me. Your best friend. I can tell when you're upset. It's this whole thing that's getting to you, isn't it?' Amanda stiffened up. "Amanda, come on, don't hide it. I'm upset by this too. I don't think it was right to ban Milo.." she caught what she said, but not before Amanda slammed the vase on the table. "I'm on your side in this, Amanda! I know how much you wanted to go with Milo, and I know he wanted to go with you too. But don't hold it in just because you're in charge of this. It's just the two of us, we're alone in here. Don't hold back, let it all out." Amanda stiffened. "Amanda, it's OK, just let it out! It's only the two of us here, I won't tell, go ahead, get angry."
Amanda grabbed the nearest chair and shook it. "ARRRRGH!" She said, finally tipping it over. She then grabbed a bunch of red ribbon and threw it across the room.
Lydia put her arm around her. "There. Don;t you feel better now?"
"No," Amanda said truthfully.
Just then Mort came into the room. "Amanda?" he asked. "Bradley wants you to come into the music room."
"Why?" she said as she and Lydia followed him.
"Bradley has something to show you."
Amanda sighed. "Has he come up with another list of complaints again?"
"No, but this'll give you just as many nightmares." He swung open the door and found Bradley in front of a microphone along with Chad on lead guitar, and Joni on bass. Amanda stared incrediously.
As Amanda and Lydia gaped, Bradley signaled to the guitar players and a weird version of 'Come Together', filled the room as Bradley sang into the mike:
"Here comes Amanda, and she got,
Loads of committes and she got,
Put in charge of this,
And she needs our help right now,
Cause the band that she manages bowed out uncomfortably,
But now we're here to hire oursleves for a fee."
Amanda stared at this with a 'You gotta be kidding' look on her face, while Lydia nudged her and stifled giggles.
"We play our instruments and we
Know we're better than everyone,
And we'll gladly show you once the,
School dance happens, we'll say,
We are the ones, and soon you'll see,
That we are the Best band in all of Jefferson County!
Come together, right now,
The show is free!"
Amanda glanced over at Lydia who raised her eyebrows. Mort stood in the doorway with his arms folded and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'I dunno'
"They had bad production, cause they
Hired that walking menace,
And that place collapses around them
Every time they have a setting,
But now that won;t happen cause as far as we can see,
No jinx at the dance means 100% safety!"
Amanda stared at this with anger building up inside her and her fists clentched. Lydia put an arm around her, "It's OK," she told her. "It;s OK, don;t worry about it..."
"Come together, right now.
The show is free!
We got guitars, and we
Got our music and we
Know we can make the best
Music for this Big Dance!
And we can do more for this than those others we see,
At least we won;t turn this place into a junk heap!
Come together, right now,
The show is free!"
When the show finally ended Amanda and Lydia both stared at them incrediously while Bradley made an exaggerated bow. Mort paused for a few seconds and then began to sarcasically clap.
Lydia folded her arms. "You're serious with this?" she said.
"Behold, the new and improved school band!" Bradley announced. "Ready willing and able to play for the Big 8th Grade dance!"
"You got to be kidding.." Lydia said. "THIS is new and improved?! You form a band and sing a parody song?!"
"Oh man, they didn't like us, and we practiced for 6 minutes," Joni said.
"Well, I'm just glad we got paid in advance!"
"SHUT UP!" Bradley said to them before turning back to Amanda. "Really, Amanda, you GOT to give us credit. What does that OTHER band have that we don't?!"
"Dude, I'm standing right here," Mort called out.
Amanda pretended to think. "Talent?" Lydia snickered.
"Look, Amanda, with us as a band I garentee that this will be perfect! No chaos, no destruction, no Murphy's Law to mess it up, and no Milo! Won't that be nice?"
That did it.
With an angry snarl Amanda turned and stormed right out of the room. Mort held the door open for her, but she took it from him and slammed the door so hard the walls jiggled. Mort facepalmed. "This day refuses to not be idiotic," he mumbled.
Lydia glared at him. Oh that is nice, Bradley. That is really nice. Now look what you did!"
"Look what I did?! I didn't do that! I was just merely telling the truth, it's not my fault if she can't handle it all of a sudden. What's with her anyway?"
"If you don't know, Bradley, you're more dense than I thought!"
"Excuse me, but SHE was always so obsessed with perfection and order and organization! Here I am providing the means to make that possible and suddenly she no longer wants that?! Pardon me for living but I don't get it!"
"No argument here," Lydia said. She turned and made her way out of the room and back to Amanda. By this time Amanda was just sitting down on the table, her arms folded in front opf her and her head resting on the folded hands. There wasn't anything Lydia could do but sit down next to her and put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Ya know," she said, trying to lighten the mood, "Maybe we should let Bradley perform with his band after all, I have a feeling everyone could use a real good laugh!" Amanda looked up then. "And just think, if they stink we'll have plenty of food to throw at them!" Amanda shrugged. "Hey, I'm only kidding. Ya know I'm not serious."
"I know," she said, sighing.
"Ya wanna quit this and go home? I think we have plenty of decoration ready for right now, I think we can stop and come back to this later."
"No, that's Ok, let;s keep going."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."