APRIL FOOLS: A FINALE

[musicalscheme]

[How has this holiday been treating you Paradisa? Well for those of you who are not hiding under your beds and happen to be in the lobby, there is an orange flash before the front doors open up, revealing this strange fellow riding what seems to be...an eighth note bike. He rides it into the lobby and stops in front of a grand piano near the DJ

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[beltbucklerebel]

[taking a deep breath, Booth knocks on Brennan’s door. He’s not sure where her song confession puts them. He’s not sure it even counts for anything. But, either way, he needs to let her know they’re cool. They’re partners. They’re always partners.

The rest can be sorted out later.

When she comes to the door, he manages a lopsided smile, nodding his head in greeting] Bones-

[and then the singing starts. Just a few short lines, but he can’t stop them all the same]

♪ If I could…
Then I would…
I’ll go wherever you will go. ♪

[oops]

[truthin_bones]

[She opens the door to see Booth standing there. She shouldn't be so surprised, no matter how much she wants to pretend this morning never happened. At least - at least it's not that evening in front of the J. Edgar Hoover building all over again.

And then he starts singing.]

...Booth?

[beltbucklerebel]

[there's a cough...and then a great deal of relief when he realizes the song doesn't plan to continue]

Bones...uh... hi.

[truthin_bones]

[Not fair.]

You spontaneously burst into song.

[abravelikehero]

[Almaz had been gladly listening to people all day. It was kind of funny and entertaining to do so. The journal was open so he could hear it all. But then suddenly he got an urge, an urge to burst into the main hall and cry out at the top of his lungs.]

And caaaan you feeeeel
The loooove tonight

[His arms were outstretched wide and after that burst he was... well rather confused. What was that?]

[daddyhost]

[He had been in his room, thinking COMPLETELY NORMAL THOUGHTS about Haruhi, when he suddenly starts singing into his journal idly;]

And she will be loved
Yes she will be loved

[sipitbitch]

[Dancing about on the dinning room table, and by dancing I do mean rocking back in forth to the sound of her own singing.]

Pictures of you,
Pictures of me,
Hung up on your wall,
For the world to see.

[givingchase]

[MRS. POTTS!!!]

[ascensional]

[ she just happens to be minding her own business in her room, so fortunately no one has to SEE her randomly bursting into song. just...hear it through the journal ]

♫ 'Cause I can't lii~iiive
With or with out you ♪