Post by orinocoflow on Nov 13, 2010 19:06:32 GMT -5
“We’ll answer Ireland's call!”
“Damien! Get back up there!” Sharon yelled as Damien marched down the steps again. Turning red, the teenager marched right back up, making sure not to meet the teasing eyes of the tenor standing right next to him.
“Let’s try again. If you do that again, Damien…” said Sharon warningly, letting him use his imagination for the consequence.
Nodding, he focused every molecule he had on the correct part.
“We’ll answer Ireland's call!”
“Keith! Not you now!” Sharon exclaimed, walking forward. The blond looked at her in surprise and then realized what he had done. Before she got close, he leaped back up.
“You guys…” shaking her head, she stepped back and motioned for the music guy to bring them through again.
“We’ll answer Ireland's call!”
This time, Sharon did not say anything as Ryan took a half-step down and then caught himself, his eyes wide as he realized what he had been about to do.
Nodding at the music guy, he got the idea and played it through again.
But by now, Damien’s focus was straying…
“We’ll answer Ireland's call!”
Just as Damien stepped down as usual, Paul’s hand shot out to grab his shoulder, but the charging seventeen-year-old did not stop, plowing right down the steps and tugging the tenor along with him. Caught off-guard, Paul stumbled down the steps, his hand still planted firmly on the skinny shoulder, and hit his shin hard on the bottom step as he went down beside the teenager. With a groan, he flipped back right-side-up and sat on the bottom step, vigorously rubbing the spot that was already turning blue.
Sharon buried her head in her hands. “Guys, do you want to take the song out, or do you want to take out the steps down from the stage? Because the combination is very dangerous to your health.”
The five heads shot up to stare at her in horrified unity and yelled in one voice, “You can't take out the kilts!!!”
“At least you can do that in unison,” she mumbled, shaking her head.
THE END
“Damien! Get back up there!” Sharon yelled as Damien marched down the steps again. Turning red, the teenager marched right back up, making sure not to meet the teasing eyes of the tenor standing right next to him.
“Let’s try again. If you do that again, Damien…” said Sharon warningly, letting him use his imagination for the consequence.
Nodding, he focused every molecule he had on the correct part.
“We’ll answer Ireland's call!”
“Keith! Not you now!” Sharon exclaimed, walking forward. The blond looked at her in surprise and then realized what he had done. Before she got close, he leaped back up.
“You guys…” shaking her head, she stepped back and motioned for the music guy to bring them through again.
“We’ll answer Ireland's call!”
This time, Sharon did not say anything as Ryan took a half-step down and then caught himself, his eyes wide as he realized what he had been about to do.
Nodding at the music guy, he got the idea and played it through again.
But by now, Damien’s focus was straying…
“We’ll answer Ireland's call!”
Just as Damien stepped down as usual, Paul’s hand shot out to grab his shoulder, but the charging seventeen-year-old did not stop, plowing right down the steps and tugging the tenor along with him. Caught off-guard, Paul stumbled down the steps, his hand still planted firmly on the skinny shoulder, and hit his shin hard on the bottom step as he went down beside the teenager. With a groan, he flipped back right-side-up and sat on the bottom step, vigorously rubbing the spot that was already turning blue.
Sharon buried her head in her hands. “Guys, do you want to take the song out, or do you want to take out the steps down from the stage? Because the combination is very dangerous to your health.”
The five heads shot up to stare at her in horrified unity and yelled in one voice, “You can't take out the kilts!!!”
“At least you can do that in unison,” she mumbled, shaking her head.
THE END