fandomhigh | Karaoke For Fun And Profit #6 [Monday, Period 4, 8/11]

The house lights in the far back of the Danger Room's club simulation were out, so if anyone was sitting back there, they wouldn't be seen by the person on stage. Right now, that person was Mike. "Today, we're going to practice dealing with two big problems you can have when performing karaoke: hecklers and wardrobe malfunctions," he said.

From the darkened part of the room, someone yelled, "Yeah, tell us all about your wardrobe malfunctions, Mr. December!"

"Oh, what do we have here? A heckler?" asked Mike. "Yo, buddy, it's my turn! Why don't you just shut up and give your mouth a rest?" Addressing the students sitting in front of him, Mike continued his lecture without skipping a beat. "See, the best way to deal with a heckler is not to let them rattle you. They're rude, they're usually drunk, and they wouldn't last a minute up here on stage. They're not worth getting upset."

"Now, another thing that can potentially go wrong when you're on stage is clothing problems. Obviously, it can be really distracting to have a piece of clothing rip or fall apart when you're right in the middle of your song! I can promise you that this has happened to plenty of other performers and they've all managed to go on. The important thing with either a heckler, a wardrobe malfunction, or any other incident is to maintain your composure. How you handle something like that can really win points with the audience."

"Yeah, you tell them, Mr. December!" shouted the heckler from the back of the room.

"Oh, just shut up already," Mike yelled back. "And what the heck is with this 'Mr. December' nonsense anyway?"

He would never really find out how it got into the simulation, but that's when Mr. December's calendar page flashed on every screen in the club, including the large projection screen behind him. Mike didn't get upset. He calmly walked over to the Danger Room controls, tapped a few keys, and the image disappeared.

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With you best "oops!" look.

Kevin Archer

Savannah Levine

Amber Atkins

Toby

Naomi Wildman

Watch Mike deal with a heckler, and keep your eyes on the screen for a surprise!

After getting lost several different times on her way to class, Amber was relieved to finally sit down when she made it, hyena!Cal at her side. But then she was (pleasantly) shocked to see a nearly naked Mr. Cannon flash across the screen. "Oh boy."

Cal made a noise and bumped her hand with his nose and her attention was instatnly averted. Amber gave him a Cheetos from a bag she'd carried with her.

"Looks like you got yourself a new pet," said Mike, staring at the hyena.

"Actually this is Cal, Mr. Cannon. He's a student. I'm taking care of him so had no other choice but to bring him to class with me today. I'm sorry."

"It's no problem. Hey, it's Fandom. This kind of stuff happens," said Mike. "As long as it doesn't happen to me, at least."

Amber laughed. "Better knock on wood!"

Toby always had a difficult time in this class watching anyone but Kevin during the lecture. He really wished Kevin would stop being so damned attractive.

After that last bit with the picture of Mr. December, Kevin couldn't stop thinking about Toby. He wondered if he could buy a Santa hat somewhere on the island.

It's your turn to get on stage and deal with a heckler hiding in the shadows!

As soon as Amber started to sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WY8ip4x2e68&feature=related), she heard a shout.

"Come on! Just find a pole honey!"

Snickering from the audience ensued.

"Shut up!" Amber shouted, losing her temper at that.

She started to sing again.

"Ah, just take it off already!"

Hyena!Cal started barking and growling and Amber threw her microphone down, realizing that she had a very short fuse for this sort of thing. She stalked off the stage, Cal following her.

What happen when your clothes just don't cooperate?

Kevin really wasn't sure how to cause a wardrobe malfunction. He looked at his sandals, his shorts, and his t-shirt. They were all pretty standard -- no bits that could fall off or anything. So just just unbuttoned his fly, pulled down the zipper, and let his shorts fall the ground.

"Oh, no," he said into the microphone, not really sounding surprise, "my shorts have spontaneously fallen to the floor." He wasn't wearing anything underneath them.

Toby stared for a moment, mouth watering with desire. Then he calmly stepped onto the stage, grabbed Kevin by the t-shirt and kissed him with undying passion, all wet and hot. Who gave a shit if he was supposed to be moving on? This was love.

God, he had missed that mouth and the things it could do. And those hands. He reached around to cup Toby's butt, the round, hard cheeks fitting perfectly in his hands.

"Dude," he whispered, "I'm getting a stiffy. Let me pull my shorts up and we can go find someplace to talk."

Talk. Riiiiight.

It was like Mozart, or waves crashing on the beach. Toby was in heaven hearing those words from Kevin. "Let me help you with that, dude," he said, reaching down to tug Kev's pants back up, brushing Little Kev in the process.

Kevin buttoned back up and reached for Toby's hand. They needed to find someplace private, quick.

He was sure the class would understand.

Mike was more than understanding. He was also grateful that he didn't have to haul Kevin and Toby off-stage.

"Well, that was... interesting," he said. "I guess Mama was right when she told me that I should always be wearing clean underwear, just in case."

"... Is he- Are they- Can they do that?" Troy asked, watching confusedly as the two walked off.

"As my boss used to say, 'Anything can happen,'" said Mike. "I guess as long as we don't have to watch, I'm not complaining. I may have to re-think the wardrobe malfunctions bit if I teach this course again next summer."

When he pings in.

Troy was totally around, and on time. Honest.

It didn't look like it bothered him earlier, but now he is blushing over that stupid calendar.

Today's post is brought to you by:

-- the drunk woman at the bar who decided to "help" at my last karaoke night
-- the poor guy whose shirt fell apart as he was singing "Livin' On A Prayer"
-- the fact that James Lesure looks so good without his shirt.

Karaoke For Fun And Profit #6 [Monday, Period 4, 8/11]

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