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.]

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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

Re: Sing! [3/23]

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I'm not sure where the pants come in," Valenteen said thoughtfully, "but you sang that with such passion that I'm willing to not only forgive that, but offer you a role in the sequel! FancyPants! Mostly attractive leather-clad teenager by day, super-powered avenger of bad pants by night!"
He was brilliant, okay?