Music is Love: Friday [3/23] - Third Period

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne is busy lounging in his chair with a big old pair of sunglasses talking on his cell phone to his agent.

"I don't care what that schmuck says Roger. Give 'em hell and get me a percentage," Lorne said in a very "Hollywood" fashion before hanging up.

"Kittens! Welcome to class. Today your theme was to come up with a closing track to the hip new film "Fandom Chicken: the Motion Picture". Our guest judge today is... dare I say it? Genius? Mad? Has a mask only a mother could love? Or is it all of the above. Give it up for Valenteen!"

Lorne sat back in his chair. "Now someone be a good production assistant and get me a latte so we can get this party started."

[ooc: OCD. It is coming. It is here. Go forth and... you know. Whatever.]

Comments

Sign in: [3/23]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

With the name you would change to become the next Hollywood star...

Re: Sign in: [3/23]

[wannabehunter]

Jo Harvelle

Re: Sign in: [3/23]

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

Miley

Judges:

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Sucking up is always allowed. And if the guest judge would like to sing...

Re: Judges:

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine Famous director Ricardo Valenteen is here, sipping on his low-fat non-whip soy latte.
Being famous has its benefits, after all.

Re: Judges:

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka peered at Valentine. "Does this mean you're still crazy?" he asked.

And then coughed loudly. "I mean, do you still need wardrobe?"

Re: Judges:

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx gave Valentine an awkward look. "Um..."

Sing! [3/23]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Because that's what you are supposed to do...

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

Miley stomped to the stage and glared at 'Valenteen', wagging a finger. "I chose this song especially for you, zoom-pervert."

The punk rock music blasted out from the speakers and Miley didn't hold back her voice for this song, screaming it out loudly.

Just where is our future, the things we've done and said!
Let's just push the button, we'd be better off dead!
'Cause I hate you!
And I berate you!
And I can't wait to get to you!

The sins of all our fathers, being dumped on us — the sons.
The only choice we're given is how many megatons?
And I eschew you!
And I say, screw you!
And I hope you're blue, too.

You're bloody worthless, just greedy human scum.
The numbers all add up to a negative sum.

And I hate you!
And I hate you!
And I hate you...too!

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Ooo. Love it. The hate. The catchy beat," Lorne said with a nod. "Get the girl a contract."

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valenteen crossed his arms and listened intently, taking a moment to ponder in deep consideration, taking a sip of his latte before actually saying anything.
"Beautiful, darling," he said at length. "Plenty of feeling. What's your motivation?"

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[the-right-ray.livejournal.com]

Ray grimaced at this particular assignment.

"A chicken is good!
Especially if it's not food!

We've got feathers and eggs
And long, long legs!

Tomorrow, we'll take a trip
Give those humans the slip

And find a new life in Maine!
Or maybe even Spain!

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Good job," Lorne said positively. "Got any more lyrics because the credits are more than 30 seconds long."

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[dark_slippy_thing]

"It is pretty short," Valenteen agreed with a short nod, "but it has a beautiful message. You make that song longer, and you've captured the feel of Fandom Chicken."

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly, who had gotten back not too long ago and hadn't read her email (not that she would have known anything about the movie if she had read it), didn't have a song picked out. She sang the first song that she could remember that had the word crazy in it.

Is Bitter there?
I’d rather talk to her than Disappointed
Though she’s not quite as fun as Good and Mad
Better put her on
She can change the game
She can make me say I’m sorry

You throw your hands up in the air and swear you didn’t know
You think the world revolves around you but it doesn’t so you sit and spin
Baby someone is crazy and it’s you

You set the trap
You lie and wait till someone trips the wire
Then you jump out to get your feelings hurt
And you act surprised
How did that get there?
Why does everybody hate me?

We’re all familiar with the tragedy of being you
It’s hard to show you any sympathy when all you do is beg for pain
Baby someone is crazy and it’s you

You’re all alone
Well maybe that’s because you’re so unpleasant
You might consider dialing back a bit
Put those claws away
Stop the waterworks
Spend a couple evenings sober

The world’s against you, so you think or maybe wish it was
At least that way someone would care but baby no one does, not even you
Baby someone is crazy and it’s you

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Great tone, wonderful emotion," Lorne praised. "But I detect a significant lack of poultry."

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valenteen reached for the napkin that came with his low-fat non-whip soy latte and dabbed at his pinhole eyes, looking rather like he'd like to cry.
"Beautiful," he said breathlessly. "It really speaks to me. I see the Rubber Chicken crying to this song." He blew his nose.
"... Beautiful."

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[the-right-ray.livejournal.com]

As soon as Ray saw her, he was gesturing her frantically towards him.

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka strode onto the stage in his pimp hat and started dancing like Michael Jackson. No, it doesn't have anything to do with the song. He's just feeling funky.

And he sang:

Chickens are strange when you're a stranger
Chickens look ugly when you're alone
Chickens seem wicked when you're unwanted
Chickens are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Chickens come out of the rain
When you're strange
Chickens remember your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

Chickens are strange when you're a stranger
Chickens look ugly when you're alone
Chickens seem wicked when you're unwanted
Chickens are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Chickens come out of the rain
When you're strange
Chickens remember your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

When you're strange
Chickens come out of the rain
When you're strange
Chickens remember your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valenteen stared at Sokka in awe and amazement.
The best reply he could come up with?
"When did my costume mistress learn to sing?"

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx got up on stage and shrugged. "Um...the movie sounds random. So I didn't think the song should be too serious either." That, and he was just a fan of the band.

I took her out it was Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned on the TV

And that's about the time that she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And are still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is ADD?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

Then later on, on the drive home
I called her mom from a pay phone
I said I was the cops
And your husband's in jail
This state looks down on sodomy

And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is caller ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And you still act like you're in Freshman year
What the hell is wrong with me?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

That's about the time that she broke up with me
No one should take themselves so seriously
With many years ahead to fall in line
Why would you wish that on me?
I never want to act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[notajar]

She'd stop bringing in things she found on the internet if there'd stop being so many things on the internet to find...

In this case, Door's brought the internet itself, by way of her laptop. She sets it on a stool, presses enter, and The Chicken Dance begins to play.

Door doesn't sing. She just...shakes her tailfeathers.

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

All Carmela knew about Valentine's "movie" was what she'd heard on the radio the other night, so she goes with the first thing that comes to mind.

Chances are your pants are not as fancy as the pair
Of very fancy pants that Mr. Fancy Pants will wear
When everybody’s marching in the fancy pants parade
He’s gonna pass the test
He’s gonna be the best
The best in terms of pants

You look in every catalog you shop at every store
Cause even though you have a hundred pants you want some more
When suddenly you see the greatest pants you’ve ever seen
And even though you know
It’s gonna cost a lot of dough
You have to have the world’s best pants

Say a little prayer for Mr. Fancy Pants
The whole world knows
They’re only clothes
And deep inside
He’s sad

They make the big announcement and the trophy goes to you
You thought you had some fancy pants and now you know it’s true
You look at Mr. Fancy Pants and hold the trophy high
Everybody cheers
While he’s blinking back the tears
He doesn’t even have the best pants

Say a little prayer for Mr. Fancy Pants
It’s all he had
But don’t feel bad
He’d do the same
To you

Talk to Lorne!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Though he might be asleep behind those Foster Grants

OOC: [3/23]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

There's no C without OOC. Or Something.