School Assembly, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

The auditorium has been transformed into what looks like a rock concert arena. As the students enter they might recongnize the Zombie band from Caritas playing a medley of John Denver tunes.

Suddenly the lights change and Lorne bounces out onto the stage.

"Welcome Cats and Kittens to the one, the only FANDOM IDOL! Each week my students have been honing their singing skills all for a chance to perform for YOU! And now the time has come for them to rock this house and for you... the student assembly to decide who is this year's FANDOM IDOL!"

"Before we begin let's give it up for our guest judges Principal Washboard, VP Hayden Dees and Dean Tic-Tac."

"So c'mon everyone... Let's get this party started!"

[OCD is up!]

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Re: Door

[notajar]

Door appreciates the introduction; since somebody was going to say it sooner or later, might as well get it out of the way first thing.

There's no screaming or funny costumes this time; the song speaks for itself, she decided.

The Dutchman's not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in,
But that's a secret that only Margaret knows.

When Amsterdam is golden in the summer,
Margaret brings him breakfast,
She believes him.
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow.

He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes,
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes,
His cap and coat are patched with the love
That Margaret sewed there.
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam.

And he watches the tug-boats down canals
And calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain.
Till Margaret comes
To take him home again,

Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm,
Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The winters whirl the windmills 'round
She winds his muffler tighter
And they sit in the kitchen.
Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew.

And he sees her for a moment, calls her name,
She makes the bed up singing some old love song,
A song Margaret learned
When it was very new.

He hums a line or two,
They sing together in the dark.
The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

Re: Door

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Way to go, Door!" Anders yelled, whistling.

Re: Door

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"Excellent song, Door! I never tire of hearing stories of The Dutchman and this was one of the best!" Tick said. It's possible that Tick knew of a hero called The Dutchman. Who knows?

Re: Door

[bigdamnprincipal]

"That was a lovely song," Zoe said. "And you gave a lovely rendition of it."

Re: Door

[ismyhairout.livejournal.com]

"Now since it in Dutch."