The next morning, people were not very happy, as you can imagine. All of three people got songs they really like, so tempers were running a wee bit high.
"WILL YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!!!"
Yeah…very high. We're talkin' Mount Everest high. Anyway, today's the day the campers put their singing skills to the test. Who will rock? And, who will royally suck? Find out on this exciting chapter/episode of Total…. Drama…POWERS!" 'or one super summer' flashes on the bottom of the screen.
Yeah…figured I'd try out doing an intro like Chris does. Whatcha think?
The next morning, around 9 o'clock, the campers gathered at the mess hall for breakfast and to listen to more of Chris's show boating. Today's rancid breakfast was oatmeal. Which required a knife and fork to eat. 'Nuff said. Chris walked in, munching on a donut. "Moring, camprs, r u eady fo karaoke?" Chris asked happily through a mouth full of chocolate donut. Everyone glared at him, their eyes on his delicious pastry. He swallowed his breakfast, and glanced at his wristwatch. "Well, look at that. It's time for you guys to strut your stuff on stage!" Everyone looked confused by this, except Chance. He'd passed out when his boiled egg hopped off the table. Sam looked down, sighed, and slapped Chance across the face. "Who! WHAT! When!?" Chance cried out as he bolted upright. Everyone started laughing, even Jamie, and a few people fell off their chairs. Then, Chris got their attention back by blowing his trusty air horn. After the campers had quieted down, he continued. "Now, the challenge will take place on the amphitheater stage, so, follow me." He told everyone, then walked out,, while the assorted contestants filed out after him.
While they were walking through the woods, Jamie walked forward until he was beside Kayla. "Hey." He said to her, smiling. "Oh, hey." She responded. "So, what'll you think will happen?" She asked. "I think you'll do great. I heard you practicing last night. You are very good. "He commented. She blushed a little at the compliment. "Thanks, bit I didn't hear you practice. Where were you?" She tried to sound uninterested (she failed miserably). "Oh, I was off in the forest. I figured it'd be easier to practice alone." She nodded, understandingly.
Cameron saw them talking, then leaned over to talk to Sam. "Hey, look. The Beasty Boy got himself a girlfriend." He sneered, jerking a thumb in Jamie's direction. Sam looked over and shrugged, but Cameron wouldn't let it go. " Hey, did you know Jamie tried to convince everyone to vote you off?" Cameron lied. Sam, however, was unaware of his deception. He turned, shocked, and asked, "Really?" Cameron nodded, then added, " But, I voted to let you stay. So, I'm your friend here." He finished, sticking out his friend. Sam grinned and shook Cameron's outstretched hand. "Cool"
After the campers
arrived at the stage, they all filed into the bleachers and Chris
stepped into the center of the stage. "Okay, campers. Each of you
will come up here and sing your song. Chef will judge your
performance and rate it on a scale of one to ten. The team with the
highest single score will win invincibility. The others will be
sending someone home. Seriously. Send someone home." He finished
sharply, pointing a finger to show he was serious. After that, the
first team to go was the Chipmunks. Cameron walked up on stage, a
smug smirk on his face, and grabbed the mike. Electric guitar and
drum beats belted out from the speakers.
I'll tell you now you can't win this
'cause your way too sloooooow.
I'll tell you now I'm gonna take this
Did you come here to watch me….watch me burrrrnnnnn.
Chorus:
I'll
let it show that
I'm not always hiding
Come all the way
down
And watch me burn
I won't let it show that
I'm not always flying
So on the way down,
I'll watch you burn
So let me know just how to take
'cause your way too cold
Now show me how before it breaks me
Did you come here to watch me, watch me burrrrnnnnn.
As Cameron sings, he grips the mike and starts stamping his feet, blue flames flaring up from the tops of his arms and shoulders.
I'll
let it show that
I'm not always hiding
Come all the way
down
And watch me burn
I won't let it show that
I'm not always flying
So on the way down,
I'll watch you burn
Bass beats belt from the speakers as Cameron slams an invisible guitar. His hair bursts into electric blue flame as he rocks out, leaving everyone slack-jawed and glassy-eyed.
Noooooo…ooooooooooh.
I'll
let it show that
I'm not always hiding
Come all the way
down
And watch me burn
I won't let it show that
I'm not always flying
So on the way down,
I'll watch you buuuurrrrrnnnnnn!!
Cameron finished his song, and the campers broke out in applause. Jamie T,Oed, and glared at the show-boating pyrokinetic as he strutted off stage. Chris walked over to the stage and grabbed the mike. "Well, there goes one 'hot' performance from Cameron. Let's see what Grand Master Chef thinks." He suggested, pointing to a scoreboard on the back of the stage. A red 7 flashed up on the board, and the Chipmunks broke out in applause. Next up was Victoria, who was extremely determined to beat Cameron's score. The speakers throbbed with rough bass cords as she bobbed to the music.
Throw, your dollar bills
And leave your thrills, all here with me.
Speak, but don't pretend
I won't defend you anymore, you see.
It aches, in every bone,
I'm tired alone, but not for you.
My eyes don't need to see, that ugly thing,
To know it's me you fear.
Chorus:
If you want me, hold me back!
After she sings thins, she throws out her arms and green mist seeps from her fingertips.
Frail, this skin is dry and pale,
The pain will never fail.
And so we go back to the remedy.
Clip, the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
And tell yourself, you'll be the death of me.
I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away.
So come, sit by the fire, and play awhile, but you can't stay too long.
It aches, in every bone, I'm tired alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode
It's been eroded by the weather here.
If you want me, hold me back!
Frail, this skin is dry and pale,
The pain will never fail.
And so we go back to the remedy.
Clip, the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
And tell yourself, you'll be the death of me.
Frail, this skin is dry and pale,
The pain will never fail.
And so we go back to the remedy.
Clip, the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
And tell yourself, you'll be the death of me.
Hold
your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
During the following hard guitar solo, Victoria danced like a Rockstar on stage, bobbing and spinning to the beat. She finally drew to the climax of the song.
Frail, this skin is dry and pale,
The pain will never fail.
And so we go back to the remedy.
Clip, the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
And tell yourself, you'll be the death of me.
Frail, this skin is dry and pale,
The pain will never fail.
And so we go back to the remedy.
Clip, the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
And tell yourself, you'll be the death of me.
As the last note faded away, she stood there, then got a brief applause from the Chipmunks, while the Fighting Beavers looked unimpressed. A 6.5 flashed on the scoreboard, most likely due to the fact that the band's lead singer was a guy, so her performance was rather off key.
Next, Chance performed "Welcome to Paradise" by Green day, but couldn't even get the first line right. "Dear…Papa? No!" He yelled as a big fat 2.3 flashed on the scoreboard for him. He walked off the stage in shame.
(Confession Cam…)
Chance: Man, how do they expect me to learn those lyrics?! You can't even understand them in the friggin song!"
Next up was Sam who, when he walked up on stage, merely stood there, quivering with fright. He eventually gave in to his stage fright and ran off into the woods, screaming like a frightened little girl.
After a fruitless half-hour of searching, they found him hiding in a log, a force field of his own creation sealing both ends. They simply called Jamie, who shifted in to an elephant and picked it up with his trunk. With Sam whimpering inside, he hauled it back to camp and dropped it onto the bleachers in front of the stage. Effie thanked him while Cameron fired a blast of flame into a small hole in the log. Seconds later, Sam shot out like a bullet from a gun, running to the dock and jumping into the lake to put out his flaming trousers. After everyone had stopped laughing, Effie climbed up on stage and began singing her song, which she clearly loved doing.
Before she could get started, however, the speakers caught on fire, and the interns and Chef rushed to put it out. Chris watched for a moment before commenting. "Hmm. Well, we'll just give you a 6.1 because you actually wanted to sing yours. Effie shrugged and walked back to her seat. Jamie turned to Kayla, who he was sitting next to, and asked. "Well, how do you think we're gonna do?" She narrowed her eyes at Victoria and replied, "Better then them."
Well, I have to end it here, because I really want to drag out this challenge, and because the songs take up a lot of room. I hope you've enjoyed it, and please, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, REVIEW!!!!!!