Hello to all my beloved fans! (all you can hear are crickets chirping) Ha ha. Very funny. Let's all laugh at the narrator. Yeah, real mature.
To my reviewer(s)...
Midnight Angel Sakura- Wish granted. I wrote another chapter. (no duh. why else would you be reading this?)
dragon of spirits- Of course they're destined for each other. How else would it be? Sorry if you don't like musicals, you can skip the song parts if you want, and it will still make sense.
This chapter will still be in Robin's POV, and you will see what Ryan will be using for his try-out. Do you think this suits him? He is a bit of a wild guy, this song reminded me of him.
Anyway, on with the story!
The song in this chapter will be 'Leave It Up To Me,' by Aaron Carter.
Robin's POV
Ryan stood up on stage, put on his cap (he didn't have it on when he came in) and turned it so the bill was facing backwards. It was his usual style. Girls said that he looked really cute with it on, I guess he's not bad looking, but not the hottest guy in the world.
Ms. Shanning usually doesn't let anyone wear hats indoors, but I guess she figured that it went with the song he was performing to.
Maybe it was because he was still new, but he didn't say what he was going to do.
Ms. Shanning must have noticed this, because she cleared her throat loudly, and said, "Mr. Conway, when you audition for me, I wish for you to tell me what you are doing." There goes that stupid formal talk again.
He looked surprised, but he calmly said, "Break-dancing and singing."
I was shocked. Even more of a reason to have him join 'The Black Dragons.' We could really use someone who can sing and dance. Especially break-dance.
"I mean," she said again, "what is the name of the song?"
"Oh." He smacked his forehead with his palm. "It's called, 'Leave It Up To Me.'"
Ms. Shanning gave Judy a nod as she started the music. At first it started sounding kind of alien, but then his voice echoed throughout the theater-
"It's the kids, baby."
And it didn't sound bad at all.
"It's the kids, baby.
It's the kids c'mon.
It's the kids, baby.
It's the kids, baby.
And you know I'm coming through.
It's the kids, baby.
It's the kids, baby.
It's the kids c'mon.
It's the kids, baby.
Leave it up.
Leave it up to me.
Leave it to the kids grown-ups own up.
Even when they mess up.
Acting like it's all sewn up.
Mom and dad think we need to have a talk.
Let the kids rule the world.
Boys and girls, you can't blame us for Nada.
You taught us to follow orders.
'Cause I'm the baby, done da da.
Monkey see, ah ah, monkey do no more.
The puck stops here, what's the score?
We might start a play fight just to imitate you.
Don't feel silly, now shame on you.
Don't start to cry, no I don't blame you.
After all you're just a grown-up, what'cha gonna do?
Yo, it's the kids.
Keep it locked up.
Got to heat it up.
Heat it up.
What's the deal?
What do you want?
Got to give it up.
Give it up.
Make way.
Put it on.
Gonna hook it up.
Hook it up.
How's that?
Leave it up.
Leave it up to me.
Yo, it's the kids.
I can do it if I speed it up.
Speed it up.
What, what?
Set it off.
Gonna live it up.
Live it up.
Make way.
Put it on.
Gonna hook it up.
Hook it up.
And how's that?
Leave it up.
Leave it up to me.
When grown-ups go A.W.O.L.
Nothings gonna fall.
Here come the young ones, the baby crime busters.
Big people listen up, relax now.
We're equal.
And if the money's right, then we might make a sequel.
Do I hear a please?
I love it when you beg me.
I need a bribe now just to move me a light speed.
And I might fit you in if you make way."
He did a back-flip while a sort of DJ ed voice said, "So let me talk to my people, we could save the day."
"Yo, it's the kids.
Keep it locked up.
Gotta heat it up.
Heat it up.
What's the deal?
What you want.
Got to give it up.
Give it up.
Make way.
Put it on.
Gonna hook it up.
Hook it up.
How's that?
Leave it up.
Leave it up to me.
Yo, it's the kids.
I can do it if I speed it up.
Speed it up.
What, what?
Set it off.
Gonna live it up.
Live it up.
Make way.
Put it on.
Gonna hook it up.
Hook it up.
And how's that?
Leave it up.
Leave it up to me.
Hoo, hoo.
Ow, ow.
Hoo.
Ow, ow.
Hoo, hoo.
Ow, ow.
Hoo.
Now what'cha gonna do?
Mom and dad, they'll be gettin' on my nerves.
Workin' them, workin' them, is that what I deserve?
But after many days, hey.
I want them back.
Tell me who's gonna bake my cake and all that.
Who's gonna suffer from my practical jokes?
And listen when I moan.
Hey, it's gotta be my folks.
And who's gonna wake me up, ready for the flight?
And who's gonna tell me every thing's alright?
But wait a minute, that sounded so soft.
That wont impress a hot chick like Lara Croft.
Don't play me out, 'cause I'll switch you off.
You'll be too old for too long.
Singing the same song.
If you're old enough to vote, then it's time to sit down.
It's all about the homies taking the crown.
So if you're too young to vote, here's your chance to have a say.
C'mon everybody, help me save the day.
Yo, it's the kids.
Keep it locked up.
Gotta heat it up.
Heat it up.
What's the deal?
What you want.
Gotta give it up.
Give it up.
Make way.
Put it on.
Gonna hook it up.
Hook it up.
How's that?
Leave it up.
Leave it up to me.
Yo, it's the kids.
I can do it if I speed it up.
Speed it up.
What, what?
Set it off.
Gonna live it up.
Live it up.
Make way.
Put it on.
Gonna hook it up.
Hook it up.
And how's that?
Leave it up.
Leave it up to me.
Yo, it's the kids.
Keep it locked up.
Gotta heat it up.
Heat it up.
What's the deal?
What you want.
Gotta give it up.
Give it up.
Make way.
Put it on.
Gonna hook it up.
Hook it up.
How's that?
Leave it up.
Leave it up to me.
Yo, it's the kids.
I can do it if I speed it up.
Speed it up.
What, what?
Set it off.
Gonna live it up.
Live it up.
Make way.
Put it on.
Gonna hook it up.
Hook it up.
And how's that?
Leave it up.
Leave it up to me."
Ryan ended it standing up, facing the left, and crossing his arms with a smirk plastered across his face. Panting slightly, he turned to Ms. Shanning, and asked, "How'd I do?"
She just stared at him, blankly, as if she didn't know what she was doing.
"Umm, Ms. Shanning," I said, "are you okay?"
She blinked, then stared at me. The look in her eyes were really creepy.
She turned back around, not staring at either one of us.
"Mr. Conway," she said, not breaking from her trance, "you have made it passed try-outs. Both of you are dismissed."
Knowing better than to stay, Ryan and I left.
Out in the hallway, he asked, "Did a fly go down her throat, or does she liked the audition?"
I raised my eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
"You know what I mean. What was with that stare? Does she do that when she sees something she likes?"
I shrugged. "She never did that to any of my friends or me, and she loves us."
"That's weird. But anyway, I wanted to talk to you about finding a bass player for your band. I heard you were holding auditions of your own."
"Yeah," I said carefully. "You think you want to try?"
"Why else would I bring it up?"
This guy was really weird. Guys usually play it smart so they don't get on my bad nerves. But this guy, the new-kid, acted as if he was talking to a little brother. And honestly, I liked this better.
"Good point," I said. "We're having more try-outs at noon in the theater. Think you can make it?"
"Definitely."
We walked off in the seperate directions where our friends are.
I know that Kimiko was going to ask about what happened. Every detail has to be there. Something tells me she won't be happy about what happened after Ryan and I both left.
You have no idea how long it took me to write this. Counting this A/N, it is 2,402 words long! I'm taking a brake from this story and work on the others. Once again, if anyone has any requests, send me a song, the artist, and a small situation to match. Ciao 4 Now!