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fandomhigh2016-05-12 09:42 am
captainskullpoopl) wrote in fandomhigh2016-05-12 09:42 am
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Life Soundtrack - Period 3, Thursday
If anyone expected this class to start with something other than a song, they were clearly not paying enough attention to the movie Deadpool came from. There was a Deadpool, sitting on his desk at the front of the room, rocking out to this piece of musical gold.
So. There was that.
And no, he wasn't going to talk until the song was over. "Angel of the Morning, Juice Newton, 1981. A classic. Made all the more classic by playing it in combination with non-stop violence."
You know, if you were into that sort of thing.
"Hello, and welcome to whatever I named this class. I don't really feel like looking it up, but you get bonus points if you can name it. And by bonus points, I mean nothing at all." Aren't you kids glad you took this class and not the other music class? No? Well screw you! "Okay, who are you, what are you hoping to learn here, yadda yadda yadda. I don't really care that much, but it seems to be a theme in what we do this week. So many introduction threads. So, so many."
Which may or may not make a lick of sense to anyone in the classroom, but would make perfect sense to the audience. No, the real audience.
"My name is Wade Wilson, but I go by Deadpool because all the cool kids have codenames these days. I'm a Scorpio and I like long walks on the beach and stabbing the fuck out of people who are a darker shade of grey morally because I'm an edgy anti-hero who makes box office bank, bitches!"
He held up a hand for a highfive and then used his other hand to deliver it.
"Oh! And make sure to pick a theme song for yourself. And I swear to god, if any of you little fuckers pick Nickelback, I will not hesitate to mercilessly belittle you until you cry and run out of here like this is some Carrie shit. They are an abomination and stain on the good country of Canada."
So. There was that.
And no, he wasn't going to talk until the song was over. "Angel of the Morning, Juice Newton, 1981. A classic. Made all the more classic by playing it in combination with non-stop violence."
You know, if you were into that sort of thing.
"Hello, and welcome to whatever I named this class. I don't really feel like looking it up, but you get bonus points if you can name it. And by bonus points, I mean nothing at all." Aren't you kids glad you took this class and not the other music class? No? Well screw you! "Okay, who are you, what are you hoping to learn here, yadda yadda yadda. I don't really care that much, but it seems to be a theme in what we do this week. So many introduction threads. So, so many."
Which may or may not make a lick of sense to anyone in the classroom, but would make perfect sense to the audience. No, the real audience.
"My name is Wade Wilson, but I go by Deadpool because all the cool kids have codenames these days. I'm a Scorpio and I like long walks on the beach and stabbing the fuck out of people who are a darker shade of grey morally because I'm an edgy anti-hero who makes box office bank, bitches!"
He held up a hand for a highfive and then used his other hand to deliver it.
"Oh! And make sure to pick a theme song for yourself. And I swear to god, if any of you little fuckers pick Nickelback, I will not hesitate to mercilessly belittle you until you cry and run out of here like this is some Carrie shit. They are an abomination and stain on the good country of Canada."
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