Hiya all! *Giggles uncontrollably*

Otto: What's wrong with her now?

Wing: *Shrug* Maybe she has overdosed on chocolates this time?

Me: *Giggles*

Otto: O_o Right... Weird.

Me: *Hits Otto on the head with a baseball bat*

Otto: WHAT WAS THAT FOR!

Me: Your idiocy. Chriiiissss Colllfffeeerrrrrr~ *Drools*

Otto and Wing: O_e

This chapter is a SONG CHAPTER! KARAOKE TIME! :D So yeah, the songs are "Billionaire" by Travie McCoy feat. Bruno Mars, and "Le Jazz Hot" from Victor/Victoria, by Julie Andrews, cover by Chris Colfer (KUUUUURRRRTTTTT!) from Glee 2 (The song from the show, by the way, not the full one).

Lyrics are from metrolyrics-dot-com and artists-dot-letssingit-dot-com.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING.

"COME ON! LET'S GO!"

Again, to Otto's luck, Shelby had a very smart idea and thought of dragging short white and grumpy in it. There had been fliers posted on each door of the accommodation area about a karaoke event that was going to take place that very night. Anyone and everyone was allowed to come, from the competitors to the employees in the Island. There were some rumors that even Maximilian Nero was coming to watch.

A few of the more daring competitors agreed to coming right away, intending to sing, but the rest were a bit hesitant, until they convinced each other to come along. Most of them were just going for the drinks and entertainment. Shelby, who found this yet another good time to "get to know the other competitors." Otto knew she actually wanted to laugh at all her friends who would be pressured to sing on stage, and maybe sing herself.

So, due to Shelby's persuading skills, everyone who was involved in the truth or dare game was dragged to the event. Maya and Billie seemed wholly willing, but everyone else had to be dragged, quite literally, to one of the tables near the brightly lit stage. Otto could see that in front of the stage were two screens that would possibly feed lyrics to the singer.

Above the grounds was a balcony with Nero, sitting in a plush velvet seat across another person, his guest possibly, laughing at some unheard joke. The music started up, and immediately someone was pushed on stage.

Two African American boys, possibly brothers, instructed something to the DJ. The man in large headphones nodded, and blasted something on the speakers. Everyone started cheering as the familiar song played on the speakers.

Most of the people at Otto's table grinned, and whooped, recognizing the tune. Only Wing and Otto didn't do so, but Wing did smirk. Otto kept a straight, if slightly confused face (1).

The younger looking boy started.

I wanna be a billionaire so frickin' bad he sang. Everyone cheered.
Buy all of the things I never had. I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine, smiling next to Oprah and the Queen.

Everyone began singing along.

Oh every time I close my eyes, I see my name in shining lights. A different city every night, oh I, I swear, the world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire!

His older brother began rapping. Everyone screamed for them.

Yeah I would have a show like Oprah, I would be the host of, everyday Christmas, give Travie a wish list. I'd probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt, and adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had sh-t. Give away a few Mercedes like "here lady have this", and last but not least grant somebody their last wish.

Some people began break dancing on the open floor. The surging crowd laughed, cheering, all at once.

It's been a couple months since I've single so you can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho. Get it? Haha, I'd probably visit where Katrina hit and damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did. Yeah can't forget about me stupid, everywhere I go I'm a have my own theme music—

He and his brother began singing together, the younger one taking the higher part.

Oh every time I close my eyes, I see my name in shining lights. A different city every night, oh I, I swear, the world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire!

The older brother started again. He pretended to play basketball with his brother, before casually saluting Nero above him. Nero grinned, before saluting him back.

I'll be playing basketball with the president, dunking all his delegates, then I'll compliment him for his political etiquette. Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it, but keep the five, twenties, tens and Bens completely separate. Ye-ah, I'll be in a whole new tax bracket, we in recession, but lemme take a crack at it.

His younger brother began break dancing on stage, waiting for his part.

I'll probably take whatever's left and just split it up, so everybody that I love can have a couple bucks. And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was, eating good sleeping soundly. I know we all have a similar dream, go in your pocket pull out your wallet and put it in the air and sing—

Everyone sang along again. The younger brother began singing again.

I wanna be a billionaire so frickin' bad, buy all of the things I never had. I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine, smiling next to Oprah and the Queen.

His brother interrupted. What up Oprah? He laughed. So did everyone else there.

Oh every time I close my eyes, I see my name in shining lights. A different city every night, oh I, I swear, the world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire!

Oh oooh, woah oooh, for when I'm a Billionaire! Oh oooh, woah oooh, for when I'm a Billionaire! He sang. Everyone sang the last few words together.

I wanna be a billionaire so frickin' bad!

All of the people there, the employees, the competitors, even Nero started cheering and clapping, awaiting the next singer. The brothers bowed, laughing, and left the stage.

It was at that moment Billie realized her sister went missing.

"Hoooh crap." she said. Wing looked to her, confused. Billie sighed, before slumping forward on the table.

"What's wrong?" Wing asked. Billie laughed, exasperated. She pointed at the direction of the stage, and immediately he knew.

Maya was on the stage, alone on the large, brightly lit stage. A few other people, dancers maybe, joined her. She whispered instructions to them, and they all grinned, high-fived each other, and took their places on the stage. Billie muttered something incoherently. Wing raised his eyebrow.

"She loves performing on stage." she answered. "Even more than the fighting. On her "Stuff I love to do" list it would only come second to cooking, which is her best bet at life. Next is acting, singing, dancing, talking, or all of the above on any surface at all. After that is martial arts."

Wing chuckled lightly, before joining his friends in the crowd that grew every second. Billie followed afterwards, only slowly, trying to avoid her sister's gaze from the stage. The music blasted room the speakers, and though not everyone recognized it right away, the other music geeks grinned and cheered them on.

Trumpets blared, and drums rolled, like some old 60's song. Wing stared at what was happening on stage. Music played for a short while, before he concentrated on Maya, on the highest part of the stage, at the back, on raised stairs.

"'Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans," she started. "A group of fellers found a new kind of music. An' they decided to call it... JAZZ. No other sound has what this music has..."

Maya started stepping down the stairs, facing one side. Once she came down, the other dancers on stage lined up. She stayed in front, leading them on.

"Before they knew it, it was whizzing 'round the world..."

She leaned back onto one of the dancers. He carried her onto his back, before flipping her back to her feet.

"The world was ready for a blue kind of music..."

The dancers all circled around her, as though they were vultures circling prey. Maya grinned devilishly, before grabbing and twirling one of the canes one of the dancers held. He pretended to fall off his feet. She cornered him with his own cane.

"And now they play it from Steamboat Springs to La Paz..."

Everyone began snapping their fingers. Other dancers emerged from the sides of the stage. Maya walked back up stage, throwing the cane back to the dancer she had cornered. She watched the dancers for a while, before moving back forward while singing.

"Oh baby, won't you play me Le Jazz Hot, maybe, and don't ever let it end..."

She spun around, before being carried away by the dancers. She surged onwards once they let her down.

"I tell you friend, it's really something to hear! I can't sit still when there's that rhythm near me..."

She began dancing with the dancers, taking the arm of one of the boys. The crowd, most of it anyway, began cheering them on. The others had grins and smiles on their faces.

"When you play me, Le Jazz Hot, maybe— You're holding my soul together!"

She joined the others in a can-can. Everyone cheered and laughed.

"Don't know whether it's morning or night, only know it's sounding right!"

She snapped her fingers as she moved backwards. Everyone shouted the next line. "SO COME ON!" they all said. Wing could see Maya's audible laugh as she continued dancing.

"—in and play me Le Jazz Hot maybe, 'cause I love my jazz... HOT!"

She performed a back bend as she prolonged the last note. She moved forward as she reached her ending.

"Le Jazz..." Everyone awaited the grand ending of her song. Maya lengthened the word "Hot", singing higher and higher and higher, until everyone screamed and cheered her on.

"Le. Jazz. HOT." she whispered. Everyone clapped and cheered, and all her friends began laughing and hooting as she approached them. Even Billie was laughing as she approached them.

"Nice one." Shelby said, clapping her hand on Maya's shoulder. All the girls were grinning, as Kent began whistling. Maya bowed mockingly.

"Now... who's next?"

(1) Poor Otto, he has no idea of how the outside world's pop culture is like xD

So this is only part one in the karaoke sequence of Battala, so expect more singing in the next chapter! :D

CHRIS COLFFFEEEEEERRRRR!

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