fandomhigh | Music 201 - March 2 - Period 7

Bernadette, Pip
Blank, Martin
Callisto
Carlyle, Boone
Carson, Bridge - TA's assistant
Chase, Angela
Crichton, John - TA
Ford, James
Gavin, Jake Jr
Hopeless-Savage, Skank Zero
McDonald, Lindsey
Mitchell, Cameron
Potter, Harry
Solo, Han
Stevens, Isobel
Sullivan, Chloe

Today's Junk Food: Seafood of all kinds. Most of it's deep fried. There are also rumballs, because Ted figured he'd get fired if he brought real rum for the kids. For himself? Weeell...

"Afternoon dudes!" Ted greeted. "I'm not going to bore you with a lecture today, so I'll just say a few things. We're learning about songs of the sea. Pirates and sailors sing sea shanties and make up tunes to keep themselves busy on those long voyages. After all, what else would they do?" Ted looked quite innocent as he said this. Please don't tell him what pirates and sailors might do otherwise.

Project: "Anyway, this week's classes are for working on a project. Grab a partner or trio and come up with your own sea shanty. The tune doesn't matter. It just comes along on its own. The lyrics are the important part. You've got today and tomorrow to work on it. Have fun, dudes!"

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"Our sea shanties?" Angela said. "You know, Mr. Logan told us to pair up for them?"

She stared back at him as she talked, since it seemed like staring was the thing for the day. Ooh, pretty eyes.

Marty continued to gaze at Angela. Then he giggled.

"Shanties."

More giggling.

"Shanties are cool."

"I guess," Angela said, then leaned in and whispered, "Why are you giggling?"

"Shanties," Marty whispered back along with a nod as though this explains everything.

He then looked around the room to see if anyone was watching or listening and then leaned in closer to Angela.

"Why are we whispering?"

That made Angela giggle. "I don't know! Just seemed like a thing to do." She drew out the last few words, returning her voice to a normal volume.

"So ... do you want to work together, seriously?"

Marty nodded his head looking something like a little bobble head.

"Seriously. Very much."

He stared at Angela for a little while longer before leaning in to whisper, "Do you like pine trees?"

Angela blinked. "They're nice," she said. "Why? And are you okay? You seem kind of ..." she lets her voice trail off, not sure how to complete that sentence.

Marty leans in closer. "Kind of what?"

Angela frowned. "Um, don't take this the wrong way? But back at my old school? I would have said --" she lowered her voice. "Stoned."

"Here? Maybe it's the miniature gremlins."

Marty stared at Angela for a few seconds before saying in an incredulous tone. "Me? Stoned?!"

He then seemed to get distracted by the pile of deep fried seafood that Professor Ted brought in.

"Man, I'm hungry. Is it dry in here?"

Marty's gaze finally comes back to Angela.

"I'm sorry what was the question?"

Angela blinked.

Yep. Stoned. Or else gremlin bites now made people act like potheads, in which case about half of Jordan's friends would probably be lining up to swill gremlin saliva if the word ever got out back in Three Rivers.

But it was kind of cute on him, so she smiled.

"Um, you asked if I liked pine trees, then I asked if you were stoned, then you asked if it was dry in here. Then you asked what the question was. I think that's everything"

Marty couldn't follow a blessed thing Angela was saying. But she was smiling so it must be good.

"You're cute," he blurted out.

He then looked at Angela very carefully.

"Am I stoned?"

"Thank you. And, um," Angela tucked her hair behind her ear. "Did you smoke anything? Get bitten?" She frowned. "Lick any toads?"

Marty thought about it for a few seconds and with a serious expression on his face he said: "No."

Then he burst into a short bout of laughter.

Then he he said "No," again in a calm manner. "You want some Calamari?"

"Not really," Angela said, frowning a little in concern. "Hey, Marty? Do you wanna go to the clinic after class?"

"Not really. You want a brownie?" Marty said pulling out a baggie with a couple of chocolate brownies in it. "They're fantastic!"

Angela looked at the brownies.

Then at Marty.

Then at the brownies again.

Slowly, the hampster powering her brain started to put things together. "Maybe?" she said. "Did the guy with the long hair at Kwik Stop give you those?"

Marty shook his head. "Noooooo. Found them at the record store."

"Ohhhhh," Angela said, here eyes going very wide.

Then she glanced at Mr. Logan. He probably wouldn't care -- unless he wanted to know where he could score some -- but on the off chance he did, getting detention instead of going to London would suck.

She lowered her voice. "Put those away; don't eat any more, okay? I think they're sort of ... special. Magic. They might be why you're acting funny." She hopes to God he gets it.

And then, because she could, and because she'd never had pot in a brownie, and, apparently, she's an idiot: "But can I have one first?"

Marty looked at the brownies very carefully as though he were looking to see *exactly* how they were Magic.

And because he's stoned out of his gourd he handed one over to Angela.

Angela carefully wrapped it in a Kleenex and tucked it into the outside pocket of her backpack. Getting high right under Mr. Logan's nose? She's not that dumb.

"Thank you," she said politely, trying not to giggle. "So ... the shanty."

Marty nodded emphatically. "Shanty. There should be pirates. And ninjas. And pie. Ooo! Pie! Can we have pie? I want pie."

Angela scribbled down Marty's suggestions.

"Pie would be good," she agreed. "We could write about a ship with pirates and ninjas sharing pie. And then they can feed it to dolphins." Sheepishly, she added, "I like dolphins."

"I *LOVE* dolphins! They're a mammal yet still a fish. They totally have to be in our shanty!"

"Dolphins rule," Angela agreed.

She began trying to sketch out the shanty. "What rhymes with ninja?" she asked.

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