fandomhigh | Talent Show, Fandom High Auditorium, Friday Afternoon, 07.07.06

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Talent Show, Fandom High Auditorium, Friday Afternoon, 07.07.06

The all too familiar opening chords of Europe's The Final Countdown sounded and after a short delay for dramatic effect, GOB danced out onto the auditorium stage. He pulled blue and gold handkerchief chains out of both sleeves (which was difficult with a hand still in a cast) until the chains clearly met in the middle underneath his shirt. A large burst of smoke appeared on stage and when it cleared, the handkerchiefs had turned into two cages of doves. One of the doves fell over in the cage, choking on the smoke.

Over the next couple minutes he disappeared cards, linked and unlinked rings, and made his cast say "GO GREMLINS." It was slightly more impressive than should normally be expected from GOB.

When the music wound down, GOB stepped up to the microphone. "Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and others. Today you will witness the finest example of amateur talent you have ever seen. Unless they suck. If they suck, you should make sure they know they suck. Not just today. Boo them this weekend, too. They'll deserve it for making me a liar."

"Anyway, let's hear it for today's acts!"

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up. Performers, please post in the thread named after you. Mod the Caritas Zombie Band at will. Audience, please stick to the Audience threads. And please don't react until the performer has performed. Everyone can post in the Talk to the Talent thread at the end.]

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"Me too," Chloe replied. "I know Johnina would have made an awesome cheerleader. She's so strong and athletic."

"I don't know," Dawn considered, "Greg's got the all important good hair, and that means a lot when you're a cheerleader."

"Oooh, that's a good point. It's important to look the part if you're going to be a good cheerleader." Chloe gave Sam a light nudge. "You know, most guys would be flattered if they had cheerleaders dedicating songs to them."

"I'm already dating a cheerleader, thank you," Sam said, before he made a strangled gasping noise. "Oh god, please tell me Buffy's not here somewhere to have witnessed that."

Dawn glanced around quickly. "I don't see her, but if you see someone lecturing the weird sisters later, you'll know she was here."

She may have looked a little entertained by that idea.

Sam buried his face in his hands, mumbling to himself about how he was going to die, and take the crazy cheerleader wannabes with him.

"You're not gonna die," she patted him on the shoulder. "You're just gonna be mortified and be getting flowers from a guy who likes to wear drag for a while."

"And this is good attention," Chloe added. "Now everyone who doesn't know you will be wondering who you are and why you got a whole song dedicated to you. You should be flattered that they chose you to pick on. That means you've been officially accepted into Fandom High society."

"But I didn't do anything to them, I don't think," Sam replied, almost at the point of whining. "You don't think they'll really send me flowers, do you? I have to find out if Dean was involved in this," he added absently.

Dawn couldn't help staring at her boneheaded roommate. "Sam. They just got up on stage and dedicated a song to you. I don't think flowers are going to cause them a problem."

"Good luck with that. I bet he'd say he was, even if he wasn't, just because he thought it was funny."

"If he wasn't involved, he can help me plot revenge," Sam explained. "Hell, he'd probably be willing to help me even if he was involved."

"Oh, come on. There's no need for revenge," Chloe says, smiling. "In the grand scheme of craziness that's gone on around here, this is nothing."

Sam glanced at Chloe, rolling his eyes. "That's because you're not the one who just got mortally embarassed in front of a room full of people."

"Revenge just ends you up in detention playing dodgeball or wearing a really tight corset," Dawn told him. "Trust me on this one."

"Okay then Miss I'm-Full-of-Advice, what do you suggest I do?" Sam asked.

"Dress up in drag and embarrass them back?" Dawn giggled, "although I don't know if that's really possible..."

"How are you at ignoring obnoxious people?"

"I am not going to dress in drag, and you are insane for even suggesting that," Sam said quickly, shaking his head.

"I'm not very good," he admitted.

"Hey!" Dawn said, very nearly offended, "I'm not insane. Just weird."

"Okay, so scratch the ignore them and they'll get bored plan. Hmmm."

"Maybe I should try the 'talk to them and find out what I did to get their inadvertant attention' plan. I've heard that works with some people," Sam said.

"Well, sure, if you wanna be mature." Dawn, clearly not in the mood to be at all mature, made a face at him. "But I bet they pretend not to know what you're talking about."

"Probably." Sam pouted fully this time, sinking back in his seat. "This is why my revenge plan works. It's not mature at all."

"But then you're spending a Saturday playing dodgeball in a corset, and you said you didn't want to do drag," she pointed out.

"At this point, I think dodgeball in drag would be less traumatizing than what I'm feeling right now. And besides," Sam added, "I'd only be in detention if I got caught."

Dawn snorted. "What? So some guy's got a crush on you. Like that's never happened before?"

"Hidden cameras. All I'm saying."

Sam blinked at Dawn. "You don't think he really has a crush on me, right? Because that never has happened before, not with a guy."

He frowned softly. "I keep forgetting about all the surveillance. I guess you have a point there."

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