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The only reason Sherlock was in class today was because it was better than singing at John. Which essentially ranked it just below certain levels of hell. And grammar school.

He had a violin out of self defense and wasn’t afraid to use it should the urge to sing crop up.

“Class today is going to be on the importance of using a mobile phone,” Sherlock said, making sure each word was precise and devoid of musicality. “Access to the internet and the ability to contact someone at a moment’s notice is--”

God damn it all. His fingers were twitching for the violin bow. Gritting his teeth, Sherlock tucked the instrument under his chin and started to play.

William had so far managed to avoid bursting in to song. But the day was young, and as soon as Sherlock had uttered the word “phone” he suddenly found himself compelled to pull his own out of his jacket pocket.

Hello hello baby you called
I can't hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you say? say?
Wha-wha-what did you say huh?
You're breakin' up on me
Sorry I cannot hear you
I'm kinda busy
K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy

Oh good Lord, why was this happening? Was that even music?

As Bruce saw William get up and start singing, he felt relief that it wasn’t him this time. He quickly realized that such thoughts were foolish at a time like this, because he was suddenly standing on his desk with his phone held up to his ear.

Stop callin'
Stop callin'
I don't wanna think anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor
Stop callin'
Stop callin'
I don't wanna talk anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor

The dancefloor in this case was, of course, his desk. It was basically Bruce’s first table dance. ~~You’re welcome, ladies.~~

Which meant that Sherlock was not immune to the singing just because he was playing an instrument, it would seem. And, unfortunately, he managed to have a decent voice despite singing Gaga.

E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin'
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
I'm busy e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin'
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Can call all you want but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club
And I'm sippin that bubb
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Call all you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club
And I'm sippin that bubb
And you're not gonna reach my telephone.

God help you all. He was going to murder everyone who witnessed this. And find a way to delete it from YouTube.

Bruce felt a little better about the ordeal when Sherlock got in on it. It was a fleeting feeling, though, because he started rapping the bridge.

Boy the way you blowing up my phone
Won't make me leave no faster
Put my coat on faster
Leave my girls no faster
I shoulda left my phone at home
'Cuz this is a disaster
Calling like a collector
Sorry, I cannot answer

Bruce wondered briefly what would have happened if he hadn’t brought his phone to class. It was an idle thought that was lost in the music, though.

William, meanwhile, was wondering just who he was singing to.

Not that I don't like you
I'm just at a party
And I am sick and tired of my phone r-ringing

Bruce was pretty sure he was just talking to the operator at this point.

Sometimes I feel like I live in grand central station
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls
'Cuz I'll be dancin'
I'll be dancin'
I'll be dancin'
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls
Cuz I'll be dancin'

This would all be so much easier if Sherlock had any idea who Lady Gaga was. Or could figure out why the hell they were all singing.

Beyond the simple fact that the island was screwing with them.

Once he clenched his jaw shut and sped through the rest of the damned song, he drew his bow across the violin strings, drawing out a noise not unlike a cat being strangled. It was charming. Really.

“If anyone else sings, you’re not welcome in class. Understood?”

[[Preplayed with

faithandscience and

willbethenight who put up with my weirdness.]]

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//Mm. But most freaks of nature can at least take a deep breath and count to ten when they're being patronized,// Jonothon replied, his tone dry.

"If they care what people think of them," Sherlock shot back just as dryly.

//Well, not everybody can be Sherlock Holmes, can they?//

Jonothon Starsmore is being petulant. Your argument is invalid.

Wait.

Sherlock just smiled. "Of course not."

Oh, Jono would get you for this, Sherlock.

//And yet, you still don't know much about me at all, do you?//

See Jono poke at the scary smart man's ego. Poke, poke.

"I thought this was a bad thing." John assure him it was, Jono. Don't try to undo that careful work.

It had been such a long and painful process, too!

//Right. Bad thing.// Jono had actually had the presence of mind to realize that it was a bad thing, somewhere in there. And yet, here he was, still hanging around Sherlock's room, poking at the teacher who managed to be able to hit all of his twitchy little buttons. //But it really does limit th'amount of presumptions you can make about my motives, I should think.//

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