(This is a parody of a baddly written fanfic called "My immortal" the original was written by XXXbloodyrists666XXX This is ment to be bad)
AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY UNSUBS OK! odderwize hacks 2 da CM fan ppl 4 da good reveiws! HACkS AGEN CMWriter! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da music from Beethoven..
On the night of the concert I put on pair of odd socks with black converts. Underneath them were karkie pants . Then I put on a light blue button down with little blue dots on the back and front. I put on matching blue tie around my neck. I washed my hair and made it look all curly. I felt a little depressed then, so i did Dilaudid. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop working and I listened to some Beethoven. I drank some coffee so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Derek was waiting there in front of his car. He was wearing a Motzart t-shirt (they would play at the show too), pair of blue jeans and he ha all his tattoos showing (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz have them ok!).
"Hi Morgan!" I said in a depressed voice.
"Hi Reid." he said back. We walked into his black SUV (the license plate said 3.14159265359) and drive to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Motzart and Beethoven. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Beethoven.
"DUNN DUNN DUNN DUNNNN
DUNN DUNN DUNN DUNNNN
dun de dum de da
dun de dum de da
dum de
dun de
Dun dun
DUNN." Orchestra played (I don't own da song).
(See author note at bottom)
"Ludwig is so fucking hot." I said to Derek, pointing to him as he conducted, filling the club with his amazing music..
Suddenly Morgan looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we Danced to the music. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.
"Really?" asked Derek sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Beethoven and he's going out with Joseph fucking Haydn. I fucking hate that composer." I said disgustedly, thinking of his fur elise writing ass.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Derek. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Beethoven and Motzart for their autographs and photos with them. We got Beethoven concert tees. Morgan and I crawled back into the SUV, but Derek didn't go back into my apartment, instead he drove the car into… FBI building car park!
(yea I spent half and hour trying to write Beethoven's 5th symphony into duns.)