RSTCBN Contest One, Round Two! (Never Was Idol!)

[ixhydromancer]

[The Town Square has been set up with a sound system, makeshift stage, and chairs for audience members. Between the chairs and the stage is a table for the 'guest judges'. Demyx is on stage, grinning at the crowd and steadfastly ignoring the moogles trying to sell ear plugs that don't work very well for ridiculous prices.] Hey Never Was, it's time

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[sugarnrainbows]

I hear number six just learned to sing this week - let's give a warm welcome to Kadaj!

1/3

[incompletemania]

[Kadaj wasn't sure how these things went, so he arrived looking the same as always. Stage fright had never been a problem, but this is different. Looking at the crowd with none of the uncertainty he felt, he begins to sing, only in a clearly male voice. Higher and more airy than he finds wants, but male. There's a longing and sadness in his voice that he doesn't hide.]

Lost in the darkness, hoping for a sign
Instead there's only silence, can't you hear my screams?
Never stop hoping, need to know where you are
But one thing's for sure, you're always in my heart

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying
Until my dying day
I just need to know whatever has happened
The truth will free my soul

2/3

[incompletemania]

[Kadaj pauses and furrows his brows, lowering his eyes on the stage. He hasn't looked at Sephiroth once.]

Lost in the darkness, trying to find your way home
I want to embrace you, and never let you go
Almost hope your heaven so no one can hurt your soul

[He obviously means space.]

Living in agony, cause I just do not know...WHERE YOU ARE!

[He does nearly shout the last part, but there's some semblance of singing still. He clenches one fist.]

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying until my dying day
I just need to know whatever has happened
The truth will free my soul

[He's obviously not used to it, though he's doing better than his...first attempts. What he lacks in skill, he makes up for in emotion and determination now.]

Wherever you are, I won't stop searching
Whatever it takes, need to know

3/3

[incompletemania]

[He smiles slightly. It's a not-crazy smile. Adoring, though it's not meant for the crowd.]

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying until my dying day
I just need to know whatever has happened
The truth will free my soul

[He finishes slowly, as if he'll never run out of air. Once the song has ended, the smile is gone, his expression unreadable again as he exits the stage. It's a time too awkward for theatrics.]

[ixhydromancer]

Number seven sure is a familiar face around town; let's hear it for Kefka!

1/3 -- the song is Johanna from Sweeney Todd, with some adjustments

[sandinmyboots]

[Kefka starts by putting a getting a record player ready onstage, putting a record on carefully before he goes to center stage. He clears his throat carefully as the music starts.

He's dressed all in red: red cloak, red boots, red tunic with red pants, red leather gloves and red feathers and ribbons decorating his long braid. His face, on the other hand, is bare: no make up on his hollow eyes and thin lips. There is a small knife in his red belt, tucked neatly inside.

And at the right moment, he starts to sing in a passable tenor, with none of the usual fluctuations in his voice.]

2/3, with apologies to Stephen Sondheim and the cast of Sweeney Todd <3

[sandinmyboots]

I feel you,
Scarlet One.
I feel you.

[He starts to pull off his gloves, revealing pale hands.]

I was half-convinced I'd waken.
Satisfied enough to dream you,
happily I was mistaken,
Scarlet One.
I'll steal you,
Scarlet One,
I'll steal you.
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at your window...
I am in the dark beside you,
painting crimson all the world!

[And he finishes taking off the last glove with his teeth. He then takes the knife from his belt and slices his palm open, then dips two fingers in it and runs them over his mouth to paint his lips bloody.]

I feel you,
Crimson one!
And one day,
I'll steal you!
'Til I'm with you then,
I'm with you there...
painting crimson all the world!

3/3 AND PRETEND THAT IS A SINGING SPRITE UP IN PART 2

[sandinmyboots]

[And when he finishes, he snaps his fingers; fifteen roses fall onto the judges' table, one each for Sephiroth, Vincent and Paine and the rest for Rosso, bound with a red ribbon. They're quite literally blood red, since they're all white roses he dipped in monster blood while he was getting ready for the stage.

He bows deeply, his braid falling over his shoulder, and he heals his hand and licks blood off it serenely as he waits for judgement.]

[sugarnrainbows]

Number eight certainly makes an impression, too! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeere's Kuja!!

[fallen_stage]

[Kuja steps up, in his most familiar surrounds as the center of attention. He notices Ashe in the audience, letting his gaze rest on her for a moment before looking at the judges.]

For this round of the competition, I composed a sonnet. I hope you all enjoy it.

[He recites to the judges, and Rosso in particular, giving her a specific look.]

A pulsating battlefield fills my sight
While benevolent blue has quit the sky
In favor of twin reds to pierce the night
Two wounds greater than any who dead lie
Undone by a tainted hand still wielding
A weapon stained with blood to mark their dooms
The corpses fall to this blade unyielding
Reflecting the light of the ruby moons
So stands this warrior, with such manners
Ruddy, burning, bright as the sun midday
Terrible as an army with banners
Nimble as a scarlet comet's display.
Red upon red, she fills my vision dear
I must be strong if I wish to draw near.

[red_tsviet]

[ It's not "paint it crimson" or blood-stained flowers, but it's war and red and violence, and she smiles. ] Beautiful, darling~.

[fallen_stage]

I thought it a fitting ode to you.

[it's original, too~]

[ixhydromancer]

Number nine sure gives my co-host a run for her munny in the "energetic" department; let's go, Rikku!

Because someone else had to be cute~

[mixinvixen]

[She really wishes she had Songstress, except that would probably be cheating. Well, it's okay. She can sing all right, and anyway, she likes an audience. She got an outfit from Kefka with lots of spangle, and okay, she's planning on enjoying this. She runs on the stage, waves, then takes her position. She's got a sphere set with background music - no way she's singing without some kind of track - and when it starts, she starts grooving to the music, and singing.]

I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I'm sure,
And I just cant wait till the day when you knock on my door,
Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down,
Cause I just wait till you write me you're coming around..

I'm walking on sunshine, wooah
I'm walking on sunshine, woooah
I'm walking on sunshine, woooah
And don't it feel good!!

[Things to note about this performance: One, it's sped up to ridiculous speeds (think faster than the Glee version from 'Vitamin D' which is about 1:00 into this), two, there is a lot of spastic dancing, which is kind of

[ibringpaine]

[Paine shook her head, but there was a small smile on her face. The only way that performance could have been better was if she had had Songstress, which probably would have been cheating.

She clapped slowly as Rikku bowed.]

[mixinvixen]

[Rikku's grin is about a mile wide. Is that a... smile!? Did Paine actually.... like it!?

She's still grinning as she runs backstage to get a much-needed drink.]

[sugarnrainbows]

And finally, young but determined, number ten: Shelke!

1/-undetermined

[fragmentedsnd]

Shelke walked out slowly, dressed completely different from her usual monochromatic attire. She's holding an acoustic guitar, strumming it as she begins singing.

"I'm not afraid of anything
I just need to know that I can breathe
I don't need much of anything
But suddenly, suddenly..."

Her head swayed lightly, almost delicately as she moved. Her eyes looked out over the crowd but she made it seem like she was just staring off in to the distance as usual.

2/-undetermined

[fragmentedsnd]

By the chorus she has made her way to the middle of the stage where she stood in place but her posture wasn't stiff like she usually was. She tapped her foot lightly against the floor to make up for the lack of bass in the background.

"I'm young, and--" she began to slap the guitar with the fingers not being used to strum, her body swaying as a whole and not just her head. Her eyes are now connecting with the audience themselves. She isn't looking through them but at them.

During the second chorus she drops her head and looks at the ground.

3/-undetermined

[fragmentedsnd]

"Would you comfort me...Would you cry with me;" her head slowly began to rise as the bridge started, and just as it became level again, her eyes locked on the judges.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh-ah..." her eyes clamped shut and she began to shaking her head with each ahh; her hands appearing to trying to still playing while clutching the guitar to her body.