Post by orinocoflow on Nov 22, 2010 0:31:34 GMT -5
after you read this, click on the attachment to see what gave me this idea
“Shh!” hissed Damien at George, struggling to hold the door to Ryan’s dressing room closed. Grunting, he turned to George, who still wore the “What the heck are you doing NOW?” look on his face.
“You know, it would be nice if you gave me a hand here!” he muttered, leaning all of his weight on the door and bracing it, locking his knees but then deciding against it.
George stepped up and also leaned on the door, confused. “What are you—“
“Just keep him in there, okay? Please?” Not waiting for a response, Damien turned and sprinted towards the stage.
There, he ran into Paul, who was just running offstage after singing one of his songs. This was the final rehearsal before they had one complete run-through with costumes, and Paul trotted by in without a look at the teenager. Reaching out, he grabbed Paul’s arm, his skinny frame getting dragged a good few yards before he managed to slow the tenor down enough to talk to him.
“Hey, Paul, where’s your camera?” he panted, still gripping the tenor by the arm. Paul slowly looked down at the huge hand on his bicep and then back at its owner with an eyebrow raised in teasing warning. Immediately, Damien let him go and took a step back before he noticed that Paul was grinning. With a snort, he punched his friend in the same spot he had held a moment before, shaking his head.
“No, seriously, where is your camera?”
“Why do you need it?” asked Paul cautiously, remembering how Damien had borrowed his laptop and ended up breaking it.
“I just want you to film something. NOW,” he added for emphasis, tugging the tenor by the shirt back towards the stage where the music for “Ride On” was beginning.
Frowning, Paul snagged his camera out of his bag before following the teen out.
“Go over there, okay? Please, Paul, just do it!”
Still frowning, Paul did as he was told.
Just then the music lowered and the Dark Destroyer leaped out onstage, singing, “Should you ride the finest horse…” but it was not the Dark Destroyer. Eyes widening, Paul watched as the teenager sang, his voice low. Stifling laughter, the tenor continued filming, grinning from ear to ear while somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered where Ryan was at the moment…
Damien leaped forward, crouching, his arm stretched out as he drew it on front if himself, and then snapped it back to his chest, singing in what he hoped was a Dark Destroyer snarl. Unfortunately, with his baritone, it was near impossible; regardless, he continued singing even as the piano player stopped and leaned his elbows on the top of the board, resting his chin on his hands, grinning.
Just then, there was a crash backstage, followed by George’s ringing laughter and Ryan’s incoherent rant as the Dark Destroyer ran out onstage and locked eyes with Damien. Not staying to find out what happened when Ryan caught up with him and took in the situation, Damien turned on his heel mid-phrase and jumped off of the stage, tearing past Paul, who had caught all of this on his camera. Laughing hard, the tenor continued filming as Ryan ran after the teenager, shoving him aside to get to his target.
This was so going on his MySpace! thought Paul, grinning.
THE END
“Shh!” hissed Damien at George, struggling to hold the door to Ryan’s dressing room closed. Grunting, he turned to George, who still wore the “What the heck are you doing NOW?” look on his face.
“You know, it would be nice if you gave me a hand here!” he muttered, leaning all of his weight on the door and bracing it, locking his knees but then deciding against it.
George stepped up and also leaned on the door, confused. “What are you—“
“Just keep him in there, okay? Please?” Not waiting for a response, Damien turned and sprinted towards the stage.
There, he ran into Paul, who was just running offstage after singing one of his songs. This was the final rehearsal before they had one complete run-through with costumes, and Paul trotted by in without a look at the teenager. Reaching out, he grabbed Paul’s arm, his skinny frame getting dragged a good few yards before he managed to slow the tenor down enough to talk to him.
“Hey, Paul, where’s your camera?” he panted, still gripping the tenor by the arm. Paul slowly looked down at the huge hand on his bicep and then back at its owner with an eyebrow raised in teasing warning. Immediately, Damien let him go and took a step back before he noticed that Paul was grinning. With a snort, he punched his friend in the same spot he had held a moment before, shaking his head.
“No, seriously, where is your camera?”
“Why do you need it?” asked Paul cautiously, remembering how Damien had borrowed his laptop and ended up breaking it.
“I just want you to film something. NOW,” he added for emphasis, tugging the tenor by the shirt back towards the stage where the music for “Ride On” was beginning.
Frowning, Paul snagged his camera out of his bag before following the teen out.
“Go over there, okay? Please, Paul, just do it!”
Still frowning, Paul did as he was told.
Just then the music lowered and the Dark Destroyer leaped out onstage, singing, “Should you ride the finest horse…” but it was not the Dark Destroyer. Eyes widening, Paul watched as the teenager sang, his voice low. Stifling laughter, the tenor continued filming, grinning from ear to ear while somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered where Ryan was at the moment…
Damien leaped forward, crouching, his arm stretched out as he drew it on front if himself, and then snapped it back to his chest, singing in what he hoped was a Dark Destroyer snarl. Unfortunately, with his baritone, it was near impossible; regardless, he continued singing even as the piano player stopped and leaned his elbows on the top of the board, resting his chin on his hands, grinning.
Just then, there was a crash backstage, followed by George’s ringing laughter and Ryan’s incoherent rant as the Dark Destroyer ran out onstage and locked eyes with Damien. Not staying to find out what happened when Ryan caught up with him and took in the situation, Damien turned on his heel mid-phrase and jumped off of the stage, tearing past Paul, who had caught all of this on his camera. Laughing hard, the tenor continued filming as Ryan ran after the teenager, shoving him aside to get to his target.
This was so going on his MySpace! thought Paul, grinning.
THE END