Parents' Weekend Talent Show, Saturday evening

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The place was set up and appropriately glittered, Cecil was in his very best tie and well-trimmed furry pants, there was plenty of food for before, after, and between, Foucault was guarding the punch bowl against spiking, and all the equipment was ready - now they just needed the people

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Backstage before the show

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Mingle, fret, bounce, or peer out at the audience!

Re: Backstage before the show

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie Pie was bouncing, sproinging up and down in a circle around her sister making little squealing noises with each bounce.

Maud stood perfectly still, idly watching Pinkie go around and around, without any expression at all.

They were both just so excited.

Re: Backstage before the show

[fuckyeah_oreos]

"WHY IS MY HAIR NOT PERFECT!" George Fucking Michael was shouting. "I NEED PERFECT HAIR!"

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[notaweenie]

"SCREW THAT! MY PANTS AREN'T TIGHT ENOUGH!" Freddie Mercury shouted in complete diva fashion.

And if his pants were any tighter he might lose circulation.

In the Audience

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Arrive, schmooze, speculate, and find your seats!

Re: In the Audience

[not_called_icky]

Ichabod had brought his father here, hoping that the effort wouldn't be too much for Celia to handle. He had never doubted her talent, but was by now even more impressed than ever, as his father still seemed oblivious to anything too odd about this place.

Re: In the Audience

[exampletofollow]

"So, what kind of performances are we to expect?" Professor Crane asked, by now a little suspicious about the friendships his son had formed at school.

Re: In the Audience

[not_a_moonie]

Alana spotted Ichabod, smiled, and gave him a small wave. She assumed the guy with the wig next to him was his dad, and she didn't want to make too big a deal out of saying hi in case Ichabod's dad wasn't quite ready to meet an actualfax alien.

The Show

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"Hi, everybody!" Cecil grinned at the audience as he came onstage. He was having a good night; his voice had even mostly decided to stay changed for the evening! "Thank you all for coming. I'm Cecil, one of the sophomore class representatives. I'd like to welcome you all to Fandom and to the show, and I hope you all have a wonderful time!

"Oh, and just in case anything deadly materializes, please don't forget to note where the nearest exit is," he added cheerfully. "Thanks!"

Barry Ween & Jeremy Rodriguez - The Act

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Cecil pulled out the cards of the announced acts. "First up, we have Barry Ween - who's my little brother in school terms, so I hope you're all nice to him - and Jeremy Rodriguez, his guest. And Freddie Mercury and George Michael will be singing a medley of their best hits! Oo, neat - we don't get Freddie around much anymore."

There was a reason for that, Cecil. Dark Owl Records notwithstanding.

"So everybody please welcome Barry and Jeremy!"

Re: Barry Ween & Jeremy Rodriguez - The Act

[fuckyeah_oreos]

Nope. Not Barry and Jeremy.

A gremlin bitten Barry and Jeremy.

Or at least in Jeremy's mind... George Fucking Michael and his glorious hair and tight jeans.

"Iiiiii don't want your freeeeeeedom!" George crooned as he stepped onto the stage. "I don't want to play around! I don't want nobody's baby! Part-time love just brings me down! I don't want your FREEEEEEEEEEEDOM!"

George spun around so his tight jeans and luscious bum were facing the audience. "You know why I don't want your freedom?" he asked the audience as his perfect wig-hair flipped this way and that.

I WANT YOUR SEX!

The music changed as George Fucking Michael began to gyrate and shimmy his glorious bum at the audience.

There's things that you guess
And things that you know
There's boys you can trust
And girls that you don't
There's little things you hide
And little things that you show
Sometimes you think you're gonna get it
But you don't and that's just the way it goes..George wiped his brow with one finger and tossed a bead of sweat out to his screaming admirers

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[notaweenie]

Freddie Mercury marched out onto the stage in all his 70's glory. Which included a white tank top and tight white pants.

And if anyone watching "Freddie" was curious about anatomy they might wonder if Freddie was naturally endowed or had an armadillo stuffed down his pants.

GIIIIIIIIIVE MEEEEE! YOUUUUUUUUUUR BOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDYYYYY!

For a dead guy, Freddie had quite a pair of lungs.

Open mic time!

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Feel free to just ping in with your spur-of-the-moment-or-gremlin-bit acts, or ask Cecil to introduce you before you go out! (OOC thread or e-mail is cool.)

Freddie Mercury - Encore!

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Freddie took the stage by storm. "Who wants an ENCORE?!"

Didn't matter if you wanted one or not. You were getting one people!

But the music that started in the background was not your typical Queen song.

I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.

I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty-

Re: Freddie Mercury - Encore!

[notaweenie]

"Fuck."

Yep. The gremlin venom just wore off with Barry onstage.

"What the fuck is in my pants?"

Once Barry realized where he was he realized there was only one thing to do.

"THANK YOU FANDOM!!! GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!"

Mic drop.

Exit stage right.

Re: Open mic time!

[vdistinctive]

Oh, great, not only had Parker just stolen him a guitar to make him get up and sing, he had to follow up the faux-Freddie Mercury.

"Hi," he said into the mic, glaring out over the audience. "I'm Eliot. This song was written by someone named Kaye Lynn Gold. You should check her out."

There. Now he was at least supporting someone else with this mess.

Well I know they say all good things

The Aftermath

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For all your mingling, congratulating, shell-shocked wandering, and trying-to-get-past-the-giant-bird-to-spike-the-punch-ing!

Re: The Aftermath

[never_dull]

Since he hadn't been able to mingle beforehand, Hannibal was going to wander about after. He wasn't going to try to spike the punch, either. He was, however, going to be drinking some very good home-brewed beer for both himself and Jono.

Re: The Aftermath

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//That went fairly well, I think,// Jono noted, sitting down with his guitars close by, careful to keep his words to himself and Hannibal so as to not freak out any visitors who wouldn't know what to do with telepathy. //It was fun, at any rate. We'll have to do it again sometime, I think.//

Re: The Aftermath

[never_dull]

Oh, sure. Now they wouldn't be freaked out by telepathy, just by the teacher sitting and talking to himself. Thanks for that, Jono.

"I was thinking the same thing," Hannibal answered with a smile. "I should visit you more often. And vice versa, of course, but my visiting you in Glacia would give us more time." Also, he wanted to be there for other reasons, which had nothing to do with music. Sorry, Jono.