Hola everyone! Tatiana here with another update! In this chapter the campers show their talent! Enjoy.
"So… Who's first to show the ENTIRE living world their talent?" Chris smiled big as he peered down at the Electric Eels team from the stage. Candy and Clyde shifted nervously in their seats.
Cyel volunteered first.
"That would be me, Chris." The seventeen-year-old rich boy nodded.
The TV host smiled an amused smile, knowing that Cyel could either be very good or make a total idiot of himself.
"The stage is aaaaaall yours, Cyel." With that Chris walked off as Cyel began climbing the stairs and took the stage.
Setting his golf bag up on its built-in caddie, he pulled out his golden putter and a handful of golf balls. Clearing his throat Cyel looked over his peers.
"This is a little trick I learnt while waiting for pitiable golf-players to hit their ball off of the tee." He voiced, as proper and stuck up as ever making most of the campers sneer. "I require participation from ONE of the audience. Halona… would you please hold these and toss them up to me on my signal?"
The sixteen-year-old redhead got up from her seat and ran to the stage. Then she turned to Cyel and with golf balls in her hands.
"Would you please toss me two golf balls to start with?" He strained to be nice to the redhead girl. Halona nodded, picked two balls off of the ground and gently tossed them to him.
Cyel bounced the balls on the thick head of his putters, smoothly juggling them back and forth.
"Now two more." He told Halona. "Gotcha." Halona cheered and she tossed them to him.
Now juggling four balls on two clubs, the campers and Chris were starting to feel impressed.
"Now the last two." Cyel's pretty face was straight with concentration as Halona tossed him the last two balls. Suddenly, the rich snob was juggling six golf balls on his two putters.
And for the finale, with a flick of his wrists, he shot five balls into his bag before shooting the sixth off into the audience. The little white ball slowly fell to the Devils' side and was caught by Sam. Throwing his putters in the air, Cyel spun on his heel and caught them as they fell.
"Ta-da!" He cheered, bowing. The camp was stunned speechless but they all managed to applaud. Cyel stood his face straight as he looked at Sam and held out his hand. "I'm gonna need that back, sweetheart."
Whether or not she knew it, Cyel meant that "sweetheart" as a genuine affectionate term; no insults attached. At his repetitive and usually demeaning use of "sweetheart" Sam flew out of her chair, cranked back her arm and sent the golf ball flying at Cyel. The little but rock-hard ball hit Cyel on the forehead and sent him to the ground. Sam was so steamed, she could insult him; the seventeen-year-old girl stood there, shoulders rigid, her teeth clenched shut and hands in fists.
Chris walked on the stage, applauding to the nearly unconscious rich boy.
"Cool, Cyel; I speak for all of us when I say… we had no idea you had it in ya." He peered down at the boy before looking up at a camera. "And let's see how Chef- Hatchet rated that little juggling show."
There was a pause as Chef Hatchet gave his score from a location off screen. A giant spoon appeared on a television screen next to the stage and filled to about halfway with the color green.
"And Chef Hatchet gives Cyel about a five." Chris voiced. "Nice, Cyel." The seventeen-year-old boy groaned from the flat of his back.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"Golf and juggling… two things that I don't care for." Chef Hatchet narrowed his eyes at the screen. "But that mouthy rich kid pulled it off. Five out of ten for getting hit in the head." The burly black man chuckled.
Static.
Candy was next to take the stage. As speakers pumped in techno-catwalk music. The stunning curvacious airhead was just off to the left of the stage, straightening her dress. She was wearing something that resembled a sparkly lollipop. Finally Candy flicked her hair and took a step toward the stage when all of a sudden her pumps caught her dress. With a clean rip, the fabric disintegrated from her body as it tangled around her four-inch heels. Instantly the sixteen-and-a-half-year-old girl fell off of the stage and onto a very surprised member of the camera crew.
Not knowing what happened, the other campers and Chris McClean were waiting for the airhead to come walking out. After a few long seconds of waiting, the techno music suddenly scratched to a screeching halt. Blinking, Chris made his way over to where Candy was supposed to make her entrance. Imagine his shock when he found an underwear-clad Candy on top of a nearly unconscious cameraman, both groaning in pain.
Holding in a loud laugh, Chris came onto the stage and smiled down at the other campers.
"Eels… It looks as if Candy's catwalk was torn, literally. Her dress was ripped clean off and she succeeded in tripping and creaming one of my camera crew." The Electric Eels team's faces fell to shock. "And seeing that Candy didn't even make it to the stage, she doesn't count." Chris seemed more happy about one of his pesky camera crew in pain that Candy's embarrassing fashion mishap. "So… bring up your next talented camper!"
Amaryllis timidly took the stage with her electric keyboard. She was shaking like a leaf as she looked over at the other campers.
"Woo! Free bird, Amaryllis!" Alecia called up.
"Yeah! Free bird!" Candy cheered, jumping up from her seat. But then the curvy girl got confused. "What bird?"
The shy sixteen-year-old girl gulped, put sat on the chair and gingerly placed her fingers to the keys. Amaryllis then played a nice, mellow classical piece. Though her playing was beautiful, it quickly put half of the campers to sleep. By the time Amaryllis finished her piece, she heard snoring instead of applause. With a flash bravado, Amaryllis stomped her foot and cleared her throat loudly. That snapped Chris and a few other campers out of their little cat-nap.
"Yay!" Dominic got to his feet and applauded.
"That was great Amaryllis!" Chris clapped, yawning slightly. Then he looked at the Chef-O-Meter screen. "Now let's see what Chef Hatchet has to say."
A quarter of the spoon diagram filled with green. Amaryllis took it kinda hard and her lip started to quiver.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"Good bedtime music. I want to be entertained!" Chef Hatchet barked at the screen. "NEXT!"
Static.
The last participant, Clyde.
The shy emo boy gulped, put his violin under his chin and gingerly placed his bow to his strings. He started playing a beautiful classical piece but then twang! His violin strings busted on the last music notes. Clyde blushed sheepishly and exited the stage, very embarrased.
Chris clapped awkwardly.
"Sweet. But let's see what Chef-Hatchet has to say about it." Turning to the Chef-O-Meter filled little. The Eels groaned.
"Alright, time for the Devils! Let's see who's first!"
Serinity took the stage next.
Serinity gave a shy smile as she adjusted the microphone to her mouth.
"Uh… I would just like to say before I begin that I'm not the greatest singer in the world." Serinity squirmed nervously before she cleared her throat, took a breath and waited for the music to start.
A strong instrumental started up and built up greater anticipation. Then Serinity blew everyone away with just her first line.
"Closed off from love
I didn't need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you're frozen."
"But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground
Found something true
And everyone's looking round
Thinking I'm going crazy."
"But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I."
"Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open."
"Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal
Is to keep me from falling."
"But nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I'm going crazy, maybe, maybe."
"But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I."
"Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open."
"And it's draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I'll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see."
"I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I."
"Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love."
The music ended and Serinity opened her eyes. Shrugging modestly, she studied the faces of her fellow campers. Mouths were on the ground and everyone had buggy-eyes.
"Hoooooly Moses." Yuko awed and jumped up from her chair. "That… was… GREAT!"
The rest of the campers hopped to their feet and applauded loudly. Serinity blushed slightly as she waved at the crowd.
Chris stepped up on stage, applauding and looking genuinely impressed.
"Holy awesomeness, Serinity! You've impressed your fellow campers and made the camera crew dewy-eyed." Chris looked to the nearest camera and grinned. "But does Chef Hatchet feel the same? Take a look at the Chef-O-Meter!"
The spoon diagram filled just under ¾ of the way.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"You got pipes on you, girl. Next time, smile a little and you'll get a perfect score." Chef Hatchet gave a tiny grin.
Static.
"That's not a bad score at all! If I was apart of the Electric Eels, I'd be worried." Chris looked at the other team, who were looking agitated. "Alright, next camper!"
Serinity and Chris left the stage as Yuko came walking up and everyone could clearly see the pompoms in her hands. The seventeen-year-old crazy asian wiped her nose on her sleeve before clearing her throat loudly.
"Observe." The girl held the two pompoms in her hands. Everyone on the Devils team groaned as the Eels started to snicker.
"Aw MAN!" Roland groaned face-palming. Then he turned to Chris. "Just-… just take her off! She's gonna embarrass herself AND this team!"
The mischievous host looked at the girl with the auburn hair and shook his head.
"Crippling embarrassment is what TDI is ALL about." Chris returned and returned his eyes to the stage.
Yuko raised her rustling pompoms and shook them slightly above her head.
"Winners on the left, winners on the right. C'mon Devils; fight, fight, fight!" She shook her pompoms like an uncoordinated cheerleader. She handled her pompoms unsuccessfully, even dropping both at one point.
The Eels were wailing with laughter as the Tasmanian Devils were sinking deeper into their chairs, plotting how to get rid of Yuko. Finally the seventeen-year-old girl smiled at everyone.
"LET'S DO THIS!" She shouted. Then Yuko started somersaulting, flipping and cartwheeling all over the stage, leaving everyone to awe.
Finally after flipping all over the stage, the seventeen-year-old girl stopped in the center of the stage. Flicking a hidden switch on both of the handles of her pompoms, a fuse was lit. As the fuse counted down, Yuko did one last cheerleader rah-rah.
"2, 4, 6, 8! Who are you gonna appreciate?!" Yuko cheered, shaking her pompoms enthusiastically.
As the fuse was on its last few centimeters to detonating, Yuko spun tossed her pompoms in the air. The furry pompoms flew high into the air and then… BOOM! The pompoms exploded into a fireball. The stage was immediately set ablaze. Yuko bowed as flaming debris rained down on the stage and part of the stage's dome fell to the ground.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"A few ounces of gunpowder in each of my pompoms brought the house DOWN!" Yuko cheered at the screen.
Static.
To Yuko's surprise she saw that she got an even bigger applause than Serinity had gotten.
"AAA!" Roland jumped to his feet. "AWESOME! ENCORE! ENCORE! AUTHOR AND ALL THAT!"
"Yuko! Dude! Will you never cease to amaze us?!" The TV host threw his arms in the air. "Pyrotechnics and pompoms… VERY entertaining! Let's see if Chef Hatchet enjoyed it as much as we did!"
Looking to the Chef-O-Meter the spoon filled up a chunky ¾ of the way. The Devils screamed with joy.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
Chef wiped a tear from his eye. "It reminded me of the war! Well done, you freaky pompom-wielding soldier!" Hatchet then saluted the camera screen as he sniffled.
Static.
It was Sam's turn to get up on stage. Pulling up an easel, canvas and her paints, the seventeen-year-old artist bowed.
"Today I am going to paint Lake Leech at sunrise." Her voice suddenly got soft and mellow as she put her paint brush into a dark gray paint. "Now we need to make Wanawankwa's happy little mountains. To do that, let's get crazy and start off with a big stroke of gray." Dragging hier brush across the canvas, the girl made a jagged squiggle. "You can make your sunrises as bright you want, but in this happy little world the mountain ranges are dark."
In less that five minutes the talented seventeen-year-old made an very impressive back ground.
"And now for the foreground." Sam's voice was still soft and mellow. "Let's put a happy pine tree right here in the center of our painting." Her hand nearly touched the canvas as she positioned her "happy pine tree". Mixing a dark brown and green together she skillfully made a pine tree. After that, her painting was finished. "And there you have a Wanawakwa sunrise. Thanks for painting with me and God bless."
With that Sam picked up her stuff and quietly walked off the stage. The crowd was torn; some were incredibly impressed that Sam could hammer out a really good landscape in just ten minutss while others were sound asleep. Chris stepped up on stage.
"Uh… Thanks, Sam. That was… uncomfortable." Then he smiled at the nearest camera. "Let's see what Chef Hatchet has to say about Sam's happy landscape."
They watched the Chef-O-Meter and it pleasantly filled up halfway.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"That kid can paint the crud out of landscapes!" Hatchet was clearly impressed. "But I agree with Chris. That was uncomfortable."
Static.
He heard footsteps on the stage. Turning Chris saw Nathan with his guitar, dragging a chair behind him and an easy smile on his face.
"That would be me, Chris." Nathan said, setting up his chair. Chris nodded.
"Give it up for Nathan and his guitar!" With that the TV host walked off the stage and left the spotlight for Nathan. Adjusting the microphone and sitting, the sixteen- year-old boy smiled at his team. Grinning, he swung his guitar over his shoulders and into his hands.
"I hope you guys still respect me in the morning." Nathan said, chuckling .
And the boy strummed his guitar. As soon as that pick met the strings of his electric guitar, that's the last thing Nathan remembered. The campers were thunderstruck.
"There was a time
When I was brokenhearted
Love wasn't much of a friend of mine
The tables have turned - yeah."
"Cause me and them ways have parted
That kinda love was the killin' kind
All I want is someone I can't resist
I know - all I - need to know
By the way I got kissed."
Making his rounds to all the boys, Nathan was showing a side of himself that was only unchained when he was performing.
"I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery.
"I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dryin' 'cause I let you
Do what you do down on me."
"Now there's not even breathing room
Between pleasure and pain
Yeah you cry when we're makin' love
Must be one and the same."
"It's down on me
Yeah, I got to tell you one thing
It's been on my mind, girl I gotta say."
"We're partners in crime
You got that certain something
What you do to me takes my breath away."
Nathan got a mischievous look on his face as he eyed Chris. Running up to the man, he pinned him to the stage. He stood close to him and picked out his solo, his hands dangerously close to his belt-buckle. Chris was frozen, dumbstruck and unable to do anything than stand rigid. Nathan held his eyes to his, his tongue coming out of her mouth and flapping at the TV host.
"Now the word out on the street
Is the devil's in your kiss
If our love goes up in flames."
"That's a fire I can't resist
I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery."
Then he yanked off his belt and paraded back towards the stage.
"I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you
Do what you do to me."
"Cause what you got inside
Ain't where your love should stay
Yeah, our love, sweet love, ain't love
'Til you give your heart away."
"I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' just to let you
Do what you do, what you do down on me
Baby, baby, baby."
(Guitar solo.)
Cranking out the ending riff to his song, he pulled the guitar off of his shoulders and smashed it on the stage. Throwing the microphone into the audience, Nathan fell to his knees and screamed out the last line.
"Your love is sweet miser-yyyyyy."
Everybody fell silent.
"THANK YOU CANADA!" And with that Nathan promptly passed out.
A stunned Chris walked up on stage, holding up his pants with his free hand.
"Uh… let's-…. Let's see what Hatchet has to say." He peeped out, for once having a loss of words.
The spoon diagram was 100 percent full.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"Whoa." Was all Chef Hatchet could peep out.
Static.
"And it looks like the Devils take home tonight's victory." Chris cleaned his face and looked at the nearest camera. "The Eels will see me at the campfire." Then he looked over at the unconscious Nathan and to the Devils team. "Uh… someone better take him to his bunk. My hands are full."
About ten minutes later the Electric Eels were around the campfire. Only Clyde and Candy were left and Chris had only one marshmallow to go.
"Clyde, Candy… You are the only two left and I only have one marshmallow on my platter." The TV host's face was straight and serious. "Tonight was interesting, one for the record books. Clyde, you're violin string broke." He smiled sheepshly. "Candy you never even made it to the stage." Candy sunk in her chair. "Your fellow campers unanimously called this vote a "no-brainer". The camper who will be going home is…"
"Candy." Chris tossed the marshmallow to Clyde. "Candy, please get your stuff and walk the Dock of Losers."
Candy stood at the Dock of Shame with her many bags as the tugboat pulled up, taking her away from the island.
CANDY DON'T HATE ME, I LOVE YA.
Sooo...Did you like it? Then review me your "confessionals." I appreciate it, love ya.
A/N: Don't own Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis or Cryin' by Aerosmith.
-Tatiana.