DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HTTYD.
"Welcome viewers!" Gobber the Belch said grandly as he, Spitelout Jorgenson, and Sigrum Hofferson sat in large plush chairs behind a massive desk of intricate oak. On the wall behind them, a massive plasma screen displayed in bold DRAGON IDOL with flashing lights and animations.
"Mah name is Gobber and joinin' me tonight is Berk's very own Spitelout the Muscled and Sigrum the Traveler!" Gobber said loudly as he stood up and walked over towards the flashing plasma screen television.
"Our experienced and highly intelligent analysis and feedback department was so amazed by our viewers—ya' lovely people—and the feedback ya' presented us with, that we are now goin' about with the recently green lit Season One of Dragon Idol!" Gobber explained as the screened flashed again, although this time the words "Season One" appeared in a smaller font below the show's title name.
"As ya' know, our contestants are drawn from tha' locals in our very own Berk!" Gobber went on as he rejoined his fellow judges at the scoring table. "Based on ah' weighted score of one to ten, each contestant will either advance to the next round, or be eliminated—however ye' can save 'em if you can convince our A&F Department through our hotline at 1-800-REVIEW NOW!" Gobber explained before the judges prepared their scoring cards and the lights began to dim.
"And now it's time for the first official contestantto woo us with their voices!" Gobber said after listening to a small earpiece in his left ear. "We're on in three...two...one...and GOOO!"
Immediately the lights dimmed all the way and the entire room—along with the audience section, the stage, and the judges corner—was bathed in deep shadow.
"Do you ever feel like breaking down?" A masculine voice said as a flash of red exploded across the room as stage lights flickered to life.
"Do you ever feel out of place?" The lyrics continued to run in sync with the stage lights as a string of blues, reds, golds, and greens flashed from the back of the stage to the sides and finally to the front.
"Like somehow you just don't belong," the voice continued in its intoxicatingly musical tune as soft rock music began to filter out across the room from amps that were both suspended above and bolted down below the stage. "And no one understands you?"
"Do you ever wanna run away?" The stage flood lights flickered briefly and the audience gasped at the identity of the lone singer upon the stage before them.
"Do you lock yourself in your room?" The lights began to light up again—though it was very dim.
"With the radio on turned up so loud that no one hears you're screaming?" The voice continued on defiantly as the lights continued to rapidly grow brighter and brighter.
"No, you don't know what it's liiiiiike," the lights were nearly bright enough to see the singer clearly now, "when nothing feels all riiiiiight!"
The image of a brown haired man in a well-worn sweater and faded jeans could now be seen sitting on a black metal box; however, his face and eyes still remained obscured by the still relatively low lighting.
"You don't know what it's like!" Green eyes flashed defiantly as the lights grew even brighter.
"To be like meeeeee!" Hiccup's voice sang out proudly as the lights burned their brightest; he was effectively outlined in the brightness and it seemed almost angelic. The teenager was sitting atop a dark metal box that had been bolted to the floor with his sneakered feet dangling just barely above the floor.
"To be hurt!" Hiccup cried out as he began to stomp his feet while gripping the box beneath him. The entire time the brunette was pointing at the crowd emotionally as he spoke each individual word.
"To feel lost!" He swung his arm in a wide arc as he gestured at everyone at once.
"To be left out in the dark!" The lights suddenly shut off and the room was once again bathed in the shocking contrast of the dark world of bleak shadow.
Hiccup was moving back and forth in emotional jerks as he sang from his seated position atop the bleak box.
"To be kicked when you're down," Hiccup continued on as the lights slowly began to glow again, only to immediately shut off again following the most recent lyrics.
"To feel like you've been pushed around," the lights blazed left and right in a random dance of confusion as Hiccup could be seen clutching at his stomach painfully about.
"To be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you!" Hiccup shouted as the lights shut off again, leaving the room to be bathed in darkness yet again.
"No, you don't know what it's liiiiiiike!" Hiccup sang out as his voice began to tone down slowly while he leaned backwards on the metal box.
"Welcome to my life." Hiccup said simply and stood up before holding his arms out wide before the cameras and the crowd. The lights then quickly flipped back on to bathe him in eye-stunning light as he went off rapidly in song again.
" Do you wanna be somebody else?" Hiccup sang out as he pointed at the audience once again, his eyes and his soul pouring out into the song that so accurately reflected his life story.
"Are you sick of feeling so left out?" Hiccup's voice soared as he slammed his fist into the box with powerful thumps.
"Are you desperate to find something more before your life is over?" He questioned while the music reached a more uplifting beat and the lights flipped on and off in tangent with the lyrics.
"Are you stuck inside a world you haaaaate?" Hiccup asked as he continued his rapid and rhythmical motions while remaining seated on the box.
"Are you sick of everyone around?" Hiccup pointed at the crowd again and leaned forward before covering his face with his hands.
"With their big fake smiles and stupid lies," Hiccup said as he removed his hands and showed off a large and overly dramatic grin, "while deep inside you're bleeding!"
Hiccup stomped his feet rhythmically against the stage floor and smacked his fist against his chest while keeping himself balanced with the other hand.
"No, you don't know what it's liiiiiiike," Hiccup sang while standing up for the first time since the song had started, "when nothing feels all riiiiiight!"
"You don't know what it's like," Hiccup shouted while walking along the edge of the stage and pointing at the entire crowd as he passed them by, "To be like meeeeeee!"
The stage lights were flashing and whirling again as the musical artist continued from one end of the stage's edge to the other. Hiccup cried out the lyrics while his voice soared to a new level of volume and emotion before the lights once again shut off and bathed the room in darkness.
"To be hurt!" Hiccup snapped while grabbing at his heart as the music began to shoot back up alongside the lights all around the stage—which had begun to increase in their random and intricate patterns once again as the tempo picked up.
"To feel lost!" Hiccup swirled around on the stage while appearing crushed before falling to his knees just before the lights shut off.
"To be left out in the dark!"
"To be kicked," Hiccup stood up as the lights came back on and mimed the lyrics by kicking at an imaginary figure before him, "when you're down!" Hiccup fell to his knees again and grabbed at his stomach once more.
"To feel like you've been pushed around!" Hiccup shot up to his feet while the lights continued to flash in a crazy and hectic display.
"To be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you!" The brunette walked back towards his box and sat down before his audience.
"No! You don't know what it's like!" Hiccup sang again, his pitch and tone amazing.
"Welcome to my life." Hiccup said simply for the second time before the lights fizzled to a low dim setting.
The lyrics stopped for a minute as the music continued on into a solo as Hiccup—who was breathing heavily off the mic—caught his breath.
"No one ever lied straight to your face," Hiccup began again as his stamina returned, the music'
s tempo increased, and the lights focused solely on him—the intricate patterns forgotten for the moment, "and no one ever stabbed you in the back!"
"You might think I'm happy, but I'm not gonna be okaaaaay!" Hiccup slammed his fist onto the box yet again and jumped to his feet.
"Everybody always gave you what you wanted!" The teenager advanced towards the stage while simultaneously shedding his sweater—he was wearing a skin tight gray muscle shirt beneath.
"You never had to work , it was always there!" Hiccup tossed the sweater into the crowd just before a horde of fangirls—and a few fanboys—immediately began an all out brawl for the discarded and sweat covered item. Meanwhile, the singer pointed at the crowd accusingly before flinging his arms out wide in an aggressive motion.
"You don't know what it's like," Hiccup argued as he sat down on the stage before his now unbelievability attentive audience, "what it's liiiiike."
The music slowed to a soft background beat while Hiccup continued on to the second-to-last stanza of the song.
"To be hurt." Hiccup grabbed at his heart in pain while the audience began to tear up before him.
"To feel lost." He fell backwards and lay against the stage's metal floor while staring at the ceiling.
"To be left out in the dark..." Hiccup sang emotionally as the lights turned off and the room was left in the darkest shadow yet.
"To be kicked," Hiccup again made a kicking motion—this time it was towards the audience—as the lights returned on Hiccup and Hiccup alone, "when you're down!"
"To feel like you've been pushed around!" Hiccup shouted out as he rolled backwards to his feet and stormed towards his box at the center of the stage.
"To be on the edge of breaking...DOWN," Hiccup collapsed onto the deck momentarily before shaking his head and jumping back up—miming the refusal to give in—before he stood up on his box, "and no one's there to save you!"
The lights and the music had been rising since the room had last gone into darkness and both were now at equally paramount levels of volume and intensity. Hiccup, likewise, was matching and raising everything with his tenor-filled singing voice as it hit and broke new levels of magnificence.
"No, you don't know what it's liiiiiiiiiiike!" Hiccup shouted out one final time as the lights shone like fire, the music blared like thunder, and his soprano voice boomed over it all gloriously. The brunette held the note for an impossibly long period of time before finally letting it drop as he himself sat down on his box.
"Welcome to my life..." the music and lights began to draw down in tandem with each other.
"Welcome to my life..." the stage was now barely visible—only the spotlight on Hiccup remained.
"Welcome to my liiiiiife." Hiccup finished at last with a final slow and drawn out note and the room fell to shadow once again.
The entire Dragon Idol chamber exploded with applause as Hiccup took in a shaky breath and turned to face the judges corner while the lights began to flicker back to their normal intensity levels.
"Wow..." Gobber said, his eyes wide and his jaw loose as he surveyed the cheering crowd and his fellow judges—who were likewise dumbfounded.
After shaking loose the shock of Hiccup's performance, Gobber reached down to grab his scorecard and realized to his embarrassment that he—nor any of the other judges—had actually written anything down. They had been too busy watching the show.
Gobber quickly wrote down his score and flipped over the card, revealing to a very anxious Hiccup a perfect 10. "Lad ye' should have been ah' singer instead of ah' blacksmith!"
Spitelout, beside him, did likewise and revealed another perfect 10. "Despite being my brother-in-law's offspring," Spitelout said gruffly, though there was a certain awe in his eyes, "you didn't do half bad."
Hiccup merely gulped and accepted the praise.
Sigrum, smiling proudly flipped over his own card...revealing a third perfect 10. "I expect you to sing at the next family dinner," Sigrum teased pleasantly as he winked at Hiccup. Due to his earpiece, Sigrum could hear Astrid screaming rather unpleasant things at her father for embarrassing her boyfriend.
Totally worth it in his book.
Hiccup thanked the judges enthusiastically before walking off backstage. Gobber immediately sprang up—having finally recovered his wits—and faced the audience and the camera.
"Well folks, if ya' want mor' of that, leave us a hint at our hotline 1-800-REVIEW NOW!" Gobber said before bowing deeply.
"Have a good night and we'll all see you here again on Dragon Idol!"
This IS going to continue! I am really tired! Enjoy!
Lostsword