Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[wasthecuteone]

Petra had come to the common room to watch TV while she did her nails, but she hadn't gotten quite as far as the 'doing her nails' part yet. This was because, while channel surfing for something to watch while doing her nails, she'd encountered a flashback. At first she just sort of stared at the TV screen, stunned to realize they still had boy

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[regretiz4suckas]

Kenzi wandered in, licking what had been an obscene chocolate lollipop, and was now just a vaguely disturbing shape, and stopped, looking askance. And askew. And aslant. "...the hell is this?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Kenzi!" Petra said, flailing one hand around in what might have been a greeting. "I think they've sung the chorus like a dozen times already!"

[regretiz4suckas]

"Is it 'na na na nah' or 'la la laaaa'?" Kenzi asked, wandering over and staring. "Oh my gawd. They are so... trendy."

[wasthecuteone]

"There was a na na na part! It was like thirty seconds. Of a song that can't be three whole minutes long. There's no there there," Petra said, sounding disappointed by their shallowness. "Don't you just love their hair? It looks like it was styled by an angry cat."

[regretiz4suckas]

"Suspenders! And what is up with those pants?" Kenzi marveled, staring at them. "The hair says 'I am dangerous.' To grade-schoolers."

[wasthecuteone]

"Yeah, you're right," Petra agreed after a moment. "It says 'I don't have to brush my hair, and that makes me rebellious." The last word was said in a sort of sarcastic sing-song. "I don't know what to tell you about the pants, though. Maybe that's why they don't dance. Their pants are too tight."

[regretiz4suckas]

Kenzi nearly fell against the couch, giggling. "Is that how they're reaching those notes? Who the hell thought this was a good-- Wait. Did he just say she's beautiful because she doesn't know she's beautiful?"

[wasthecuteone]

"She's beautiful because she doesn't know she's beautiful and that's what makes her beautiful," Petra corrected. "God, Kenzi, keep up with the tortured and insulting song logic."

[regretiz4suckas]

"Aahahahahahhah..." Okay, Kenzi needed to breathe now. Give her a couple bars. "Oh come on. Oh-oh-oh! ... Maybe she's shy because she doesn't want to deal with you, stalker!" she told the TV.

[wasthecuteone]

"I seriously think he's barking up the wrong tree," Petra agreed. "You missed the part where they were like, 'you don't need makeup to cover up, because the way you are is enough.' Um, excuse you, some of us like makeup. Maybe she just wants pink eyeliner, did he ever think about that? No."

[regretiz4suckas]

Kenzi spluttered. "Hello!" Pointed to her Gothed-out self. "Exhibit A for that! Do we think he only likes her for her physical attributes and clear skin? I think we do!" She snorted, and then tilted her head. "...they're not playing instruments?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Kenzi, it's a boy band. Of course they don't play instruments. I'd be shocked if they know how," Petra said bluntly. "You should have seen the guys I had to tour with, I think some of them didn't know what a chord was."

[regretiz4suckas]

"This is so sad," Kenzi marveled. "I mean, at least drums! I can play drums! Pretty well, too... or a tambourine?" She watched them frolic in the surf, and then snorted. "Are we supposed to think they're all from California or something?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Maybe the triangle. I don't know where they're from. I think I detect British accents," Petra said. "They probably wish they were from California, but this way is more marketable to American girls. They're exotic, oooh."

[regretiz4suckas]

"La la la... this tune is freaking sinking into my brain," Kenzi complained. "Exotic, my ass. They're all the same! Just different hair-combings and colors and shirts!"

[wasthecuteone]

"But they're British! I think!" Petra considered. "Which one do we think is gay? I mean, not to stereotype or anything, but I have been on the inside. There's always a gay one. Or, you know, me."