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Jade: I'm sorry, but the story Interview Victorious is being canceled—
Me: Jade, give me my laptop!
(Jade grumbles and hands it over)
Tori: You should start being better about this.
Jade: You should go jump in a lake.
Me: Guys…please. First question is from CuttieGirll57:Question for Trina: How did you manage to get into Hollywood Arts?
Trina: You see, my parents were both graduates of the school and, since they were Alumni, the school let me in. 'Course I could've gotten in myself, with my pure talent.
Me: (mumbles) Whatever stops the tears, Trina. (regular voice) CuttieGirll57 has a dare too: I dare Beck to say "I love Tori".
Beck: I love Tori.
Tori: Love you too, Beck. (Jade glares at her sarcasm)
Me: Next is sarah poison—
Robbie: Eh, sounds disturbing.
Me: Don't insult the darer. They say: I dare André and Tori to kiss. Then later I want them to say what they thought
about it.
Jade: Okay, really?! Have some imagination, people! At least we have that Karly Black chick.
André: (sarcastically) Yeah, gotta love her. Still itchy from the suit. (scratches leg)
Tori: Well, um…let's…kiss.
(Tori and André lean in and kiss for five seconds. Then they sit back down)
Cat: Well, what'd you think?
Tori: It…it was…it was really…really…nice?
André: Really, Tori? Hmm…me too, I thought it was nice…too.
Me: Yes, well. (clears throat awkwardly) alltimelow777 says: I dare....Jade to kiss Robbie! 'Cause I'm evil like that.
Jade: Fine. Let's get this over with.
(Robbie kisses Jade for two seconds. They sit back down)
Me: GirlyGurl would like to ask Jade why do you hate Tori so much?
Jade: 'Cause she was rubbing my boyfriend!
Tori: I spilled his coffee on him!
Jade: Don't act like you didn't like it, Vega, just like that kiss you had with him!
Tori: It was a stage-kiss, like Cat n' Robbie's!
Robbie: Except ours had passion. (looks daydream-like at Cat, who rolls her eyes)
Rex: You wouldn't know passion if it hit you over the head with a baseball bat…five times.
Me: Hey, hey, hey, no fighting, or I'll make you all wear bunny-rabbit suits!
André: (curls up in ball) Heaven forbid, no!
Me: Alright then. GirlyGurl would also like to dare: Tori and Andre to kiss on the lips.
Tori: Again?
(The two kiss again, but for six seconds. Then they sit)
Me: Okay, here is ImaginationBuilder. They say: Since you guys like the kissing dare so much—
Jade: Yeah, we just adore it! It's only the fans liking it!
Me: —and Jade seems to get jealous every time Becks kisses someone, let's see if Beck's the same! In Trina's words, I dare Andrew to kiss Jade lip to lip for 14 seconds.
Trina: See? Fans like me so much, they quote me!
Robbie: Give it a rest!
(Jade and André get up and kiss. At five seconds, Beck looks nervous. At ten, he's a red color. At thirteen he looks angry. They stop and Jade smiles smugly at Beck's blush, which quickly dissolves)
Me: Jealous much, Beck?
Beck: (all cool-like) Not so much.
Me: Mm-hmm. Love At First Sight asks Cat and Robbie: Where did you originally get the idea to give Rex time outs?
Rex: Yeah, what up with that jank chiz?
Robbie: One time Rex kept insulting Cat over and over until she got so mad she grabbed him and stuffed him in my backpack. After that, she apologized, and we thought it was a good idea so that's how we punish him.
Cat: Yeah, and I'm super-duper sorry, Robbie!
Robbie: It's okay.
Me: Makes sense.
Rex: Still jank.
Me: Quiet, Rex. They also ask Trina: Which boy that is here would you rather kiss?
Trina: Well, not many of them are worthy enough—
Tori: (rolls eyes) Oh, brother.
Trina: —but if I had to choose… (sighs) it'd be the puppet man.
Robbie: Yes! So you didn't fake that passion!
Trina: Stage-kiss! What part of that word do you not understand?!
Me: Well, then! This is getting amusing! Anyway, wstrnplsr105 would like to dare: André and Tori to kiss for at least ten seconds, then later ask if
they liked it: TELL THE TRUTH.
Tori: Well, we already said we liked it so…
Me: Do it again, Tori.
(they kiss again for ten seconds)
Tori: Nice.
André: Ditto.
Me: Into the Firey Night says: I dare Tori and Beck to act like a couple.
Jade: (stomps foot) That's it! I quit!
Me: Sinjin, lock the doors!
(Sinjin hurries and locks the doors tight. Jade scowls at him and sits back down)
Tori: Okay, so…hi, Beck, baby.
Beck: S'up, Tori, doll.
Jade: I'm gonna be sick.
Me: Secret Identity asks you all, except for Tori and André: What instruments do you play?
Robbie: I play the sax!
Cat: I play the flute!
Beck: The guitar.
Jade: The piano.
Trina: I'm a throat-player! (starts singing Make It Shine very, very badly)
Cat: (covers ears) Ow, ow, ow!
Trina: (stops) Everybody's a critic! Anyhow, I play the harp.
Me: Interesting…okay, the same person dares Tori and Jade, play a match of Tatsunoko vs. Capcom with the characters I assign you: Tori - Yatterman-2 and Chun-Li. Jade - Doronjo and Morrigan
Jade: Yeah, that's not weird at all.
Me: C'mon, guys, go do it.
Tori: (looks to Beck) Ciao, baby.
(He waves. Jade snarls)
Me: Alright…action! (A/N: Secret Identity, if it doesn't sound right, it's because I don't know much, even with Wikipedia. Sorry!)
Tori: Lighting Kick! (kicks Jade's face repeatedly)
(Jade punches Tori in the face, and kicks her while she's down)
Jade: Robot! (a robot comes out and hits Tori)
Tori: I surrender!
Jade: I'll bet you do.
(They go and sit down)
Beck: That was…invigorating.
Me: You bet it was. Boris Yeltsin asks all of you: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?
André: I'd totally go to the Bahamas!
Tori: My man! (they high-five)
Robbie: I'd like Canada! (they stare at him, and he shrugs)
Cat: I want to visit Disneyland! Or Disneyworld. What's the difference?
Trina: Hollywood! Wait, I'm already there! Ah yeah!
Jade: Somewhere in Alaska.
Beck: Germany. They make chiz there.
Me: What is chiz?
André: I believe it's a German sausage.
Me: (shrugs) Alright. chink-toast asks Beck: Who is the best kisser out of Tori, Cat, and Jade. Tell the truth.
Beck: I'd have to say…Jade.
Jade: Yes!
Me: Is that the truth?
Beck: Yeah. Jade's a good kisser.
Me: (doubtful) Uh-huh. Well then, I think you'll like this dare from call-tyrone10: Beck and Cat do the meeting scene from Romeo and Juliet.
Jade: Someone has a twisted mind pairing Beck and Cat up like this repeatedly.
Robbie: (mumbles) No kidding.
Me: Sinjin! Get Romeo n' Juliet costumes!
(Sinjin returns with 1500's-style clothing. Beck and Cat put them on)
Me: Get on stage, now. Hurry along.
(The two run up on stage. Cat goes up to fake balcony coming out of wall, and Beck walks through fake flowers and grass.
Beck: (actor voice) But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
who is already sick and pale with grief
that thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady! O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing.
What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven. Having some business, do entreat her eyes. To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
would through the airy region stream so bright
that birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I wish I were a glove upon that hand,
that I might touch that cheek!
Cat: (actor voice) Ay me!
Beck: She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
as glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
as is a winged messenger of heaven
unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes
of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
and sails upon the bosom of the air.
Cat: O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Beck: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Cat: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name
belonging to a man.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
by any other word would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
retain that dear perfection which he owes,
without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
take all myself.
Beck: By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Cat: My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Beck: Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
Cat: How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
and the place death, considering who thou art,
if any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Beck: With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls;
for stony limits cannot hold love out,
and what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Cat: If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Beck: Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet,
and I am proof against their enmity.
Cat: I would not for the world they saw thee here.
Beck: I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes;
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
Cat: By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
Beck: By Love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me council, and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I should adventure for such merchandise.
Cat: Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face; else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form—fain, fain deny
what I have spoke; but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "Ay;"
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo, but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my havior light;
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true love passion. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Beck: Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
Cat: O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Beck: What shall I swear by?
Cat: Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
Beck: If my heart's dear love—
Cat: Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say it lightens. Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flow'r when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Beck: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Cat: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Beck: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Cat: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
and yet I would it were to give again.
Beck: Would'st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
Cat: But to be frank and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu!
Me: Be the nurse, Tori!
Tori: Uh, okay. (calls for Cat/Juliet)
Cat: Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again. (Cat goes inside balcony-room)
Beck: O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
Cat: (comes back) Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
Tori: (actor voice) Madam!
Cat: I come anon.--But if thou meanest not well,
I do beseech thee—
Tori: Madam!
Cat: By and by I come.--
To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief
Tomorrow will I send.
Beck: So thrive my soul—
Cat: A thousand times good night!
Beck: A thousand times the worse, to want thy light!
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Cat: Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falc'ner's voice
To lure this tassel gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than
With repetition of "My Romeo!"
Beck: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
Cat: Romeo!
Beck: My sweet?
Cat: What o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?
Beck: By the hour of nine.
Cat: I will not fail. 'Tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Beck: Let me stand here till thou remember it.
Cat: I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Rememb'ring how I love thy company.
Beck: And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
Cat: 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone--
And yet no farther than a wanton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Beck: I would I were thy bird.
Cat: Sweet, so would I.
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. (she and Beck kiss for a longh ten seconds, and she leaves)
Beck: Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
(They stop acting and return to seats. All clap but Jade)
Me: Terrific! Very long!
Trina: That's 'cause I'm—we're—popular!
Me: Uh-huh, yeah. Bye, everyone!