fandomhigh | 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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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."

"I have no idea," she shrugged a shoulder and looked unconcerned, "but I don't see why it wouldn't. I mean, you're totally smart and cute and nice. Guys like that too, I think. If he does, tell him you're not interested if you're not, and say yes if you are." But boy, she hoped he wasn't. For Buffy's sake. Yes.

It was also possible she'd gotten a lecture from Tara on this very subject.

"Might I add that it's difficult to know if you're really interested without a little experimentation?" Chloe piped up, matter-of-factly. "That's why a lot of the boykissy and girlkissy happens, because it's hard to say whether or not you're interested in the same sex if you haven't done anything with them."

"Can I make an official note that you are not helping?" Sam said to Chloe, before glancing at Dawn. "I don't need to experiment, really. I'm totally not interested. I mean, besides the fact that I have Buffy, which would make doing anything with anyone else completely inappropriate, I'm just...not like that. Not that it's wrong!" he added quickly. "I just...there's really no way for me to end this conversation without wanting to die again, is there?"

Dawn? Relieved? Oh yeah. For Buffy's sake, still, of course. "No, probably not, but I know what you mean. I mean, I'm a little curious, because I know a lot of people that like it? But it's not really my, er, primary area of interest."

If Sam was anywhere close to his normal state of calm, he might have used that as an opportunity to picture Dawn engaging in girlkissy, but not today. "That's good to know. For Dean's sake," he said.

"Why would Dean care?" She stopped, and blushed, "Oh, yeah. Right. No, I don't cheat. My dad, my, er, real dad, did that to my mom. And one of Buffy's boyfriends, er, my Buffy, obviously, did it to her. It's kind of a touchy subject with me."

"I can understand why," Sam replied, giving her a light smile. "Luckily, Dean and I were both raised better than that." He sighed and glanced back at the stage. "Maybe I shouldn't have come to see this show. I probably would have been better off not knowing about any of this."

"Awwww, Sam," Dawn said, hugging him, "Don't say that. It's still funny, and I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it.

Okay, the hug definitely made him feel better. "I'm glad you think it's funny," he said, smirking to let her know that he was serious about that.

"Well, guys dressed up as the Andrews sisters?" Dawn started giggling again, "That's comedy, Sam. Even without the dedication."

Sam laughed. "You'd think they'd be better at the drag thing if they've done this before."

"Maybe they're that bad on purpose?" Dawn cracked herself up, then said, "Buffy could give them a makeover..."

"See, that's the kind of thing that I would consider revenge," Sam said, grinning.

"Ah, but see, the beauty part? Is that Buffy'll probably think of it herself, and to her it won't be vengeful."

Sam frowned just a little as a thought occurred to him. "This might mean having to tell her about the dedication though, won't it?"

"Um....yeah? Why, weren't you going to tell her?" Dawn asked, a little bit bothered by that, "She's already met the Andrews Sisters. I'm sure she'll be happy to help."

"I was hoping to not have to tell her," Sam admitted, squirming a little at the tone of Dawn's question. "If only because I don't know if I want her laughing at me too."

"She probably won't laugh at you," Dawn admitted. "At least, not about that."

"Oh, you think she'll laugh at me about something else? Way to make me feel better."

"No, that's not what I meant," Dawn threw up her hands, then put them on her hips. "I think she finds stuff to laugh about, and sometimes it's you, and sometimes it's me, and that's such a good thing I can't tell you!"

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