Authoress' Note: I'm so so so so so sorry I haven't updated in like, forever. Truth be told, I almost forgot about this story because I got hardly any reviews. So remember to review!! And thanks to my three wonderful reviewers.
The song used here was made up by two of my good friends. (She actually reviewed and suggested I use this song for Nastasia to sing now.) A big thanks to them! Oh, and then there was one line in here I used from a conversation between my friend and this other girl on my AIM account. Again, it just seemed to fit! And as always, I don't own SPM. Pity.
Enjoy!
"It's not fair!" yelled Count Bleck to no one in particular. "Dimentio got in. DIMENTIO! Everyone knows that he can't sing--"
"HEY! I'm right here!" interrupted Dimentio, who didn't need any salt rubbed in that particular wound right now.
"--, so WHY?! Why can't I have gotten in instead?!" Count Bleck hung his head in despair.
"Well, maybe if you spent your free time practicing instead of eating nachos and laughing maniacally—while spitting nachos in the process—then maybe you WOULD get somewhere," Nastasia told him. It was only true, after all.
"Yes, but I'm lazy!" cried Count Bleck.
Nastasia sighed. She really needed a new job, that was for sure.
As it was now her turn to shine, Nastasia wasted no time in clambering up to the waiting room, where Ryan greeted her warmly.
"Hello there, sonny! What's your name?"
Of course this made Nastasia lose her temper. She was very much offended. "Ex-cuh-USE me?! I'm a lady, pork chop!" she snapped at Ryan, who didn't seem fazed by her bad mood.
He commented instead by saying, "...Pork chop? Are you high or something?"
"Wha—wha—no!" By this point, Nastasia was seething with rage. As if it hadn't been enough to have to look after those three (she gave a pointed glance in the Count's, Mimi's, and Dimentio's general direction) for the past few days. Now this nutcase, too?!
Ryan continued to annoy her, however. "Do you need anger management?"
This set Nastasia off once again. "No wonder the show is always running later than it should! You talk too much!"
"Yes, but that's what makes me ME! We all have a little something inside of us that makes us special!"
"Yes, I can see that..." Nastasia mumbled, then raised her voice: "Can I just go in now?"
"Sure...I was kind of enjoying talking to you...no one ever does!" Ryan said dejectedly.
"I can imagine why..." she remarked before she trekked up to the judges' room. She proceeded to walk inside and twiddle her thumbs a bit nervously.
Simon sighed. "Another strange one. You, what's your name?" he asked dully.
"You will call me Nastasia, 'K?"
Randy laughed. "You talk funny!"
Nastasia, downright furious now, glares at Randy and zaps him hard.
"...I'll be quiet now," Randy said quietly, covered in ash and soot, his body smoking from the impact of Nastasia's lightning zap.
Kara coughed. "So, what are you singing?" she asked sweetly, trying to make a good impression so she wouldn't get zapped as well and end up in the same feat as Randy. Boy, these past few days of contestants sure were crazy. When would it end?
"It's a song called, "The Lyle Song". Featuring, Lyle the butterfly." Nastasia explained.
"Never heard of it," said Simon.
"That's because Mimi made it up. Now, if you excuse me..." On that note, Nastasia started to sing.
L-Y-L-E, L-l-l-lyle,
L-Y-L-E, L-l-l-lyle,
Lyle, he is, yellow and blue,
Lyle, he is, better than you,
L-Y-L-E, L-l-l-l-l-l,
L-Y-L-E, L-l-l-l-l-l,
L-Y-L-E, L-l-l-lyle.
-whispers- Lyle.
"So," said Nastasia. "What do you think?"
Simon smiled. "Very nice singing voice. Best I've heard out of you gang today."
"Wait until Mimi hears that..." Nastasia muttered.
"What talent! Aren't you a cute little thing?" Paula exclaimed.
"Cute?! Ha! I'll show you cute!"
Nastasia lunged at Paula, but at the last minute, Paula maneuvered quickly to one side, causing Nastasia to fly right through the window, out into the fish-infested pond outside.
There was a moment of silence.
"Ha! What a loser!" cackled Dimentio from outside. He had thoroughly enjoyed watching the scene from his position in the lawn outdoors.
After an immeasurable amount of time, Nastasia, dripping wet and seemingly angry, returned to the center of the stage in the judges' room. Her mouth was compressed into a thin line, and her eyes narrowed.
"Um..." Simon began. "Don't try that in Hollywood."
"I'm in?!" shouted Nastasia, her giddy mood rapidly returning with this news.
"You're in!" cried Randy, who didn't seem as scared of her anymore.
"SWEET!"
Nastasia, after coughing up a fish on the yellow ticket—and Simon's hand, which he was not too happy about, skipped outside to the rest of the gang to boast about her good news.
"Nastasia!" cried Count Bleck the minute she emerged outside. "Did you fail? You did, didn't you? YES! It's alright, we'll be losers together!" He then squeezed Nastasia in an obnoxious bear hug.
"No, you blubbering idiot! I passed!" Nastasia said with glee.
Count Bleck stopped the hug short and looked appalled. "You...you what? You mean...you're leaving me?!" he whimpered, clutching his hat fearfully. Dimentio laughed out loud, because it was a rather funny looking position for such a man of power.
"At last! ...I mean, yeah, sorry." said Nastasia, putting on an act to make it seem like she was actually sorry, which she wasn't.
"NO!" screamed Count Bleck, and he fled the area.
Dimentio sidled up to Nastasia and Mimi. "Darn it, this competition just keeps getting harder and harder! You know that dastardly pink pig? He's in it, too!"
"Squiglet? How good can he possibly be?" inquired Nastasia.
They all turned slowly around to see Squiglet singing a sad song of regret to the rejects, along with telling them to never give up hope.
"Oh my gosh!" yelled Mimi. "He's, like, the next Susan Boyle!"
"Pfft, I'm SO much better than him!" Dimentio bragged rather loudly.
Nastasia shushed him, as Squiglet had glanced quickly over in their direction, but turned back around after finding them all to be no harm. She then scoffed at him. "Yeah, you really showed us that by having to threaten your way into the--"
Dimentio cut her off before he could be humiliated any farther. "Alright, alright, I get it!"
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Another pointless note!: Sorry for the shortness! If you review, maybe I'll get O'Chunks up there singing soon...remember, school is starting the 8th for me, so I might be slow on updating. D=
By the way, I had no idea what to write when I started this...I seriously had to wrack my brain for ideas. But, the good news is tomorrow my friend is coming over, and we'll be playing the game, so maybe some ideas will come to me. Review!!