Friday Assembly/Recital

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

The auditorium stage has been transformed into a series of moving sets and curtains. After the students and faculty take their seats Lorne steps out and waves to the crowd. "Hey all you groovy cats and kittens out there! Thanks for coming today! All my music students are very excited to perform for you today and can't wait to get things started. So without any more delay? Let's light this firecracker!"

[ooc: Wait for the OCD is up!]

Comments

Find a seat...

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Gather. Find a seat. Talk to your neighbors.

Re: Find a seat...

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi came in and sat down.

Re: Find a seat...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sits down.

With a video camera.

Re: Find a seat...

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Well, since he had begged asked and Lorne had graciously agreed to let Wilson's humor students catch up on missed work class Wilson was definitely here to take notes and also support the other students participating.

Taking a seat down close to the front, he had a note pad, a lollipop and a cup of coffee. Before you say ew, green lollipop and coffee goes fairly well together actually.

Re: Find a seat...

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely sat down.

Re: Find a seat...

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe stayed in the back, standing against the wall.

Re: Find a seat...

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter definitely wasn't going to miss this. He came in and found a good seat.

Re: Find a seat...

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

El sat down with interest. He was looking forward to seeing how the music students performed.

Re: Find a seat...

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow took a seat, ready to cheer for her friends.

Overture!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

First let's give it up for the fabulous dancing Madroxes!

Re: Overture!

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

A line of Jamies wearing top hats charge of the stage. Doing a kick line.

Overture, curtains, lights,
This is it, the night of nights
No more rehearsing and nursing a part
We know every part by heart
Overture, curtains, lights
This is it, you'll hit the heights
And oh what heights we'll hit
On with the show this is it

Tonight what heights we'll hit
On with the show this is it!

Pip Bernadette

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Now I want everyone to give a big round of appaluse for Pippin as he sings us a classic country tune..."

Re: Pip Bernadette

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip had recently been in Texas.

And there, he had gathered the accoutrement of the cowboy.

Don't tell him that country and cowboy aren't the same. It would break his mercenaric heart.

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
Its early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God Im a country boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God Im a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
Thank God Im a country boy

When the works all done and the suns settlin low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God Im a country boy

Id play sally goodin all day if I could
But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
Thank God Im a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
Thank God Im a country boy

Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
Thank God Im a country boy

Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God Im a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
Thank God Im a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddys till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God youre a country boy

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God Im a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
Thank God Im a country boy
Thank God Im a country boy

Peter Griffin

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"From country to R&B! Let's give it up to the man with the booty and knows how to shake it!"

Re: Peter Griffin

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter got up on stage wearing tight, tight leather pants and a puffy white shirt. He looked kind of like a pirate who was into S&M. Then the music started. Peter began to sing in what can be described as a man trying to sing like a woman who was trying to sing like man who was being tortured.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like
It's better than yours,
Damn right it's better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge

Peter began to shake his huge ass to the music.

I know you want it,
The thing that makes me,
What the guys go crazy for.
They lose their minds,
The way I wind,
I think its time

Peter ran his hands over his stomach in a way he considered sexy. It came off as someone who was trying to rub ketchup off their shirt.

La la-la la la,
Warm it up.
Lala-lalala,
The boys are waiting

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
And their like
It's better than yours,
Damn right it's better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge

He turned around and gave the audience a full view of his rump shaking technique.

Oh, once you get involved,
Everyone will look this way-so,
You must maintain your charm,
Same time maintain your halo,
Just get the perfect blend,
Plus what you have within,
Then next his eyes are squint,
Then he's picked up your scent

And now it was time for the big finish! To the untrained eye his shirt was just a shirt but it wasn't just a shirt. Yes folks, it was stripper clothing (which Peter found quite comfortable. He might consider wearing it full time). He ripped off his shirt and began to shake what his Momma and about 300 Big Macs gave him.

If people in the front row get nauseous easily they might want to look away.

Lala-lalala,
Warm it up,
Lala-lalala,
The boys are waiting,

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
And their like
It's better than yours,
Damn right it's better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge

He bowed down after the song was over, ready to soak in the applause.

Cameron Mitchell

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Now most of you know that our little Zuko couldn't be on stage tonight but in the spirit of a head-tilt and a case of 'The show must go on!' We have a special treat with Conrad Michelle singing a tune from one of the greatest dance movies of all time!"

Re: Cameron Mitchell

[untouchableskin.livejournal.com]

Marie looked at what the notes said for her light cues and blinked a few times. Oh well.

She hit a few buttons and was rewarded with a strobe light flashing a variety of colors around the stage.

Zero Hopeless-Savage

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"And now we have one our star performers singing a little ditty by Britney Spears. Ladies and Gentlemen! Give it up for Zima!"

Re: Zero Hopeless-Savage

[swerval_zero]

Zero took the stage, wearing a plaid, knee-length skirt, combat boots, and a black t-shirt she had almost completely covered with little silver safety pins. The poor shirt would never be the same, and also, it could probably double as armor in a pinch. Those watching closely would see a pained look cross her face before she began to sing her song in a manner quite unlike what Ms. Spears had probably intended.

There was headbanging. Oh, yes, there was headbanging. And a plea to the audience, so listen carefully.

"Oh baby baby, oh baby bite me

Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know
That something wasn't right here
Oh baby baby, I shouldn't have let you go
And now you're out of sight, yeah
Show me how you want it to be
Tell me baby cause I need to know now
Oh because

My loneliness is killin' me and I
I must confess I still believe--still believe
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a siiiiiiiiiign,
Hit me baby one more time!

Oh baby, baby, the reason I breathe is you
Boy you've got me blinded
Oh pretty baby, there's nothin' that I wouldn't do
It's not the way I planned it
Show me how you want it to be
Tell me baby cause I need to know now
Oh because

Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know
Oh pretty baby, I shouldn't have let you go

I must confess that my loneliness
Is killing me nooooooooooooow
Don't you know I still believe
That you will be here
And give me a siiiiiiiiign
Hit me baby one more time!

I must confess (my loneliness)
that my loneliness (is killing me)
Is killing me now (I must confess)
Don't you know I still believe
That you will be here (I'm losin' my mind)
And give me a siiiiiiign
Hit me baby one more time!"

As the music ended, Zero grabbed the mic and said, "Domestic violence is a huge problem, so if your significant other hits you one more time, or even just the one time, please get some help. Thank you." And then she fled.

More Jamie!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"And once again: The dancing Madoxes!"

Re: More Jamie!

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

The boys once again don their top hats and race out on to the stage.

Oh, we're the boys of the chorus!
We hope you like our show!
We know you're rooting for us!
But now we have to go!

And just like that they have raced off the stage again.

Chad!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"And now we turn to the broadway show tune parts of our show. Let's give it up for Chadwick!"

Re: Chad!

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad was dressed to the nines as a suave fifties gambler, although his style really took more of a cue from the twenties. Either way, he looked sharp in a crisp white shirt and a black and white fedora with a little red feather in it.

And the audience could tell he was having fun with it, it was just done in a very Chad way. Stoic, placid, and oh-so-rumbling, and channeling Frank Sinatra.

They call you lady luck
But there is room for doubt
At times you have a very un-lady-like way
Of running out

Your on this date with me
The pickins have been lush
And yet before the evening is over
You might give me the brush

You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so the best that I can do is pray

Luck be a lady tonight
Luck be a lady tonight
Luck if youve been a lady to begin with
Luck be a lady tonight

Luck let a gentleman see
Just how nice a dame you can be
I know the way youve treated other guys youve been with
Luck be a lady with me

A lady never leaves her escort
It isnt fair, it isnt nice
A lady doesnt wander all over the room
And blow on some other guys dice

Lets keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, Im the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight

A lady never flirts with strangers
Shed have a heart, shed be nice
A lady doesnt wander all over the room
And blow on some other guys dice

Lets keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, Im the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight

Parker!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"And now here is the lovely Maureen singing a tune that so suits her personality! Let's give her a hand!"

Re: Parker!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Of all the names he had to get right, it had to be hers? Parker gave Lorne a good glare for that one. And prepared to meet her doom. Doom. Doom.

Dressed in the native sarong costume that had at least managed to bypass the grass skirt, Parker stepped out on stage, and rolled her eyes.

At least she can carry a tune. Even if she sounds like she's singing because someone has a gun at her head.

When the skies are brighter canary yellow
I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green.

First person that laughs, Parker's throwing the microphone at them.

Sam Carter!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"And now it is my pleasure to introduce the belle of the ball: Sandra!"

Re: Sam Carter!

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

The scenery changed so that there was a country scene on the drop behind her, complete with painted barn. In the background was the sound of baaing and mooing.

Sam entered, wearing a pink gingham dress that was tight at the waist and a little poofy at the bottom. On her head was an equally pink bonnet which was covered in rhinestones and tied in a big loopy bow under her chin. On her feet were a pair of black combat boots.

She glared off into the wings at Lorne, then signaled the music to start. Contrary to the way she'd been practicing it all week, this was actually sung, though it was probably difficult to understand the words through her gritted teeth.

When I take you out, tonight, with me,
Honey, here's the way it's goin' to be:
You will set behind a team of snow white horses,
In the slickest gig you ever see!

John Dorian!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Now here's James Dean singing a personal favorite of mine. And when it comes from JD? You know it's from the heart."

Re: John Dorian!

[girlsnamehere.livejournal.com]

JD stumbles onto the stage and stares at the crowd in front of him. It becomes apparent that he's completely forgotten what he was supposed to sing and instead be blinks blankly.

"Oh my darlin', Oh my darlin'"

He begins waving the crowd to join in with his chorus. His motions seem a little desperate.

"Oh my daarlin' Clementine."

Nadia Santos! (Or is it?)

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"And now we have the lovely Santa Maria who will be singing us a-"

Re: Nadia Santos! (Or is it?)

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie comes out on the stage and pulls Lorne aside. Anyone listening closely will hear the words "Nadia" and "Not a good time to-".

Greg! Peter! JD!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"And just in case you think it's bad idea to miss Dr. Wilson's class..."

Lorne & Jaye

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"And what music event wouldn't be complete without a little song from me. Tonight I'll have the lovely Jaye doing a little duet from a musical I guarantee you've heard before!"

Re: Lorne & Jaye

[fates_jaye]

To say Jaye doesn't look pleased about stepping out onstage would be a HUGE MASSIVE UNDERSTATEMENT. She steps out on stage, arms folded over her chest, wishing she had another pair of said arms to use to cover her legs.

She's also glaring at every single member of the audience.

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"And finally we have a last minute addition to the program and yet another reason why you should not tempt the fates with Dr. Wilson. Everyone please give a round of applause for Conner!"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner didn't come out on stage right away.

Instead, a very large bottle (http://www.dyqatt.com/fh/genie-bottle.jpg) stood in the middle of the stage. It shook a little bit, then the top popped out, which was probably a good thing because otherwise the voices coming from within would have been completely muffled.

"Gee," came Conner's voice in a high-pitched tone, "I'm so bored. And I feel trapped. I wonder why nobody ever talks to me?"

"That's because you keep yourself all cooped up," he continued in a lower, gruff voice. "Stop being so stuffy! Get out there and have some fun!"

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes. Now go! You're using up all of my air."

And then the bottle sat there for a while. And sat, and sat, and sat. Some of the more perceptive, and the people in the front of the audience, might have noticed it starting to wobble a bit after a minute or so.

Still nothing.

. . . and then the bottle fell over onto its side, and a very disgruntled Conner crawled out of it, wearing a sheer and billowy red outfit and fez (http://www.dyqatt.com/fh/omgwtfjeannie.jpg) and looking like he wanted to die.

"Oh!" he said in the high-pitched voice, though his facial expression still broadcasted total disgust, "I'm free! I feel so . . . liberated! I think I'm going to do something shocking!"

Cue the music! And the gyrations, which were an absolute requirement for this sort of music! Conner was actually frighteningly good at them, although he looked horrified to realize that he was. Or maybe it was that he was horrified at showing them off in front of everybody.

Oh . . . I feel like I've been locked up tight
For a century of lonely nights
Waiting for someone to release me

You're licking your lips and blowing kisses my way
But that dont mean I'm gonna give it away
Baby, baby, baby

Oh whoa . . .
My body's saying let's go
Oh whoa . . .
But my heart is saying no

Ack, borderline indecent hip gyrations. Involuntary. Totally involuntary! Honest!

If you wanna be with me, baby
There's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
You gotta make a big impression
I gotta like what you do

I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Gotta rub me the right way, honey
I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Come, come, come and let me out

The music's playing and the lights down low
One more dance and then we're good to go
Waiting for someone who needs me

Hormones racing at the speed of light
But that don't mean it's gonna be tonight
Baby, baby, baby

Oh whoa...
My body's saying let's go
Oh whoa...
But my heart is saying no (no)

If you wanna be with me
Baby, there's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
Come and set me free, baby
And I'll be with you

I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Gotta rub me the right way, honey
I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Come, come, come and let me out

My body's sayin let's go
Oh whoa . . .
But my heart is saying no (no)

I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Come, come, come and let me out

If Kira ever got hold of video footage of this, he was just going to flat-out die.

End of the show!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"That's it folks! We've stuck a fork in this puppy and it squealed to say it is done! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here! G'Night folks!"

OOC:

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

OCD? So overated.

Re: OOC:

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*will not be pinging in until after 6 EDT, woe*