Ok, Jazz came back…
Jazz: Yep…
KitKat: JAZZ!!! *hugs* I love your singing so much! You sing good Jazz…wait, what are you doing back here?
*blink blink* … *facepalm*
Jazz: X3 Thank, thank. I decide to come back for my fans…
*rolls eyes* anyway…me and KitKat don't own the songs shown here or Transformers…T_T
Jazz: aww… *hugs*
KitKat: *sigh* I know…maybe I could take credit for the mysterious plot bunny that goes around. He likes carrots.
Jazz: plot bunnies?
They live in your mind or CPU…
Jazz: *blink blink* … *pokes helm repeatly* bunnies live in my CPU?
-_-;…not really Jazz…
KitKat: maybe I should go get Ratchet…anyway…
All: ON WITH THE SHOW!!!
"Me! Me! Me!" Jazz had run past Sunstreaker, RoadRage, and NightCat, and up the stage steps.
"Okay Jazz, here." Sideswipe handed him the microphone and walked off the stage. The music began, and a smirk formed on the black and white saboteur's face plate.
There's a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Ah, be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
Swingin' on the Riviera one day
And then layin' in the Bombay alley next day
Oh no, you let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
The odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
Secret agent man
RoadRage and NightCat were whistling after Jazz had finished his encore. Everyone was clapping. Jazz walked off the stage, waving to the crowd. He walked back over to the group, but now Bluestreak had join.
"Nice job Jazz, but why did you sing again? I mean it was a good song and all, but twice. Though I got to admit you did a good job singing. But why did you sing again?..." Jazz stopped him from continuing.
"I thought that was a good song…" Jazz was now smiling. RoadRage and NightCat looked at each other and sighed.
"That is going to be your theme song, isn't it?" NightCat asked. Jazz smiled.
RoadRage grumbled and muttered under her breath, "…more like annoy us by…"
Jazz had begun talking with Blaster, Bluestreak, and Sunstreaker, but said over his shoulder, "Heard that…" RoadRage cringed.
"This next mech deserves to sing…" Sideswipe said into the mic.
"…since he works so well and keeps everything together…" Sunstreaker added.
"Prowl, come up here and sing." There was a pause, then clapping began as Jazz pushed the SIC up the stage steps and across the stage. Jazz bounded off the stage, fearing for the Twins' sparks and internally laughing. The Twins were holding back laughter as the black and white taction stared them down with optics that could kill.
Sideswipe held out the microphone and said, "Here Prowl." Prowl let out a low growl. The Twin just smiled. "Come on Prowl. Everyone is waiting." Prowl stared at them, sighed, and snatched the microphone away. After bounding off the stage in a hurry, the Twins pushed a couple of buttons on the machine and then walked over to the two femmes and friends, and an addition of Bumblebee. The music began , and Sideswipe secretly un-subspaced a video camera and began recording Prowl performance.
Bad boys, bad boys whatcha want
Whatcha gonna do when sherrif John Brown
come for you tell me whatcha gonna do.
Bad boys bad boys
Watcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do
when they come for you
When you were eight
And you had bad traits
You go to school and you learn the golden rule
So why are you acting like a bloody fool
If you get hot you must get cool
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do whatcha gonna do
When they come for you (repeat)
You chuck it on this one
You chuck it on this one
You chuck it on mother and
You chuck it on you father
You chuck it on you brother and
You chuck it on you sister
You chuck it on that one and you chuck it on me
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do whatcha gonna do
When they come for you (repeat)
Nobody naw give you no break
Police naw give you no break
Soldier naw give you no break
Not even you idren naw give you no break
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do whatcha gonna do
When they come for you (repeat)
Why did you have to act so mean don't you know
You're a human being born of a mother with
The love of a father reflections come and reflections go
I know sometimes you want to let go
I know sometimes you want to let go
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do whatcha gonna do
When they come for you (repeat)
You're too bad, You're too rude
You're too bad, You're too rude
Yeah
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do whatcha gonna do
When they come for you (repeat)
You chuck it on this one
You chuck it on this one
You chuck it on mother and
You chuck it on you father
You chuck it on you brother and
You chuck it on you sister
You chuck it on that one and you chuck it on me
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do whatcha gonna do
When they come for you (repeat)
After the music ended, no one in the Rec. Room was doing a thing. Every bot was wide-optic and slack jawed. Even Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, RoadRage, and NightCat. The four looked at each other; then up at Prowl.
"Wow…" they said in unison. Prowl smiled and walked off. Every bot began loudly applauding. Sideswipe was still recording, and he watched Prowl step down and walk away from the stage. Prowl's doorwings were up in a V shape. Jazz smiled and bounced over to the SIC and slung an arm around Prowl's neck. They walked away, shoulder-to-shoulder, talking. Sideswipe grinned when he finally remembered that he had gotten the whole song on tape and was about to sub-space the camera, when he heard Prowl's voice via. comm.-link.
//I will like to see that video recorder on my desk before this night is over. Understand?// Sideswipe sent back an 'Ok' and was about to say something to his yellow Lamborgini brother, when Prowl interrupted again. //And the tape as well.// Sideswipe sighed and replied 'Yes sir.' NightCat noticed the disappointment in Sideswipe's face and understood immediately what had happened. She placed a hand on the red Lamborgini's shoulder.
"You can always make a copy."
RoadRage came up to NightCat's side and added, "Yeah, and when you do, make me a copy, 'kay?" Sideswipe smiled and nodded. Sunstreaker then same up and nudged his brother with his elbow.
"Sides', the announcement…" Sideswipe gasped and ran up the steps and onto the stage.
"Sorry for the wait bots. And now, the next two mechs were chosen as a joint-agreement. One would sing if the other would sing. So give it up for…"
…TBC…
I still can't believe Sides' got Prowl to sing…
Jazz: I know right…but Prowler does have a good singin' voice…
*nods* anyway…hey KitKat…would you like to say the songs?...
KitKat: *blinks* 0.0...SONGS!!! OMG!!! I didn't know that I would be saying stuff like songs and broadcasting what was next! How come you didn't tell me about that kind of stuff! It didn't say anything like that in the contract…
*facepalm* great Bluestreak and Blurr had a kid…
Jazz: *blink blink* I agree…
Anyway…I told you 'bout this…don't u remember
-Flashback-
Oh…ok will the Karaoke group got two incredibly cool bots to sing! Jazz sang 'Secret Agent Man' by Johnny Rivers, and Prowl sang 'Bad Boys' by Inner Circle…well done Jazz and Prowl…
Yes…well done…
Jazz: *bows* thanks…
Anyway…See Ya!!
Jazz: Peace!
KitKat: BUNNIES!!!