Cafeteria [Wednesday, Lunchtime]

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

It was all Mac's own fault, really.

She'd gone and said that she was avoiding them, so of course, one of those helpful little gremlins came and found her, and bit her. Hard.

So, that would explain why she was standing centre stage on one of the cafeteria tables, addressing the gathered crowds - her screaming, adoring fans - in pink tights, shiny white boots and a little dress with sparkles.

That banana she's holding? That is a microphone, yes.

And she's going to use it.

[So, she thinks she's Hannah Montana. The girl really did have it coming to her for broadcasting everyone else's embarrassment! The cafeteria is open for your boggling and/or lunching needs, obviously.]

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[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's so awesome," Mac enthused. Well, she was a Disney star, the little kids were usually the biggest fans.

"Do you have a request?" she asked.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm happy to hear whatever you want to sing."

And she was sliding out her phone, grateful that the camera part would record video clips.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Okay then, I'll do one most of you should know." Yes, she was back to addressing her multitude of fans.

Mac waved cheerfully, standing back up and striking a pose briefly before breaking into a rendition of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmzDyOAaRJE).

She would be mortified later.

For now, she was having a great time.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was too good. Not as good as Marco's video of Professor Skywalker, but still pretty damn good.

The Wokling enjoyed the performance, clapping and bouncing along.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

About half way through her performance, she offered the microphone towards her imaginary audience (and Joan).

"Sing along with me!"

Uh... Right.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan shook her head. "That's okay. Don't want to ruin your song."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"It's all about audience participation!" she claimed. "The more you join in, the better."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan muttered along with some of the words half-heartedly.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Sing it louuuuder," she said, doing that herself.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Reluctantly, Joan sang louder. A little.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac beamed at her, so broadly (her face was going to hurt later).

... and went quiet, letting Joan take a solo for a minute there.

Isn't that what every girl wanted? Of course it was!

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Not Joan, she stopped singing when she realized that Mac wasn't singing either.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Awww, she must have stage fright! That was it.

Mac mouthed the words encouragingly, still smiling.

It was amazing how she could multitask. Mouth word and grin, and everything aaaaall at the same time.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan felt really, really bad for Mac, but she started half-singing again.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Aww, but Mac didn't feel bad! Not... right now, anyway.

Later would be another matter.

She nodded happily at Joan, and bounced up to finish off her song, with a few sweet dance moves (they... were not that awesome, really).

And stood there for a moment, basking in the applause. And grinning.