Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2011 11:08:07 GMT -5
“That was great catering, Sharon,” Ryan informed the producer as he attempted to put on his suit jacket.
“Agreed,” Keith said, licking the remnants of the meal from his greasy fingers before he went near his wardrobe, knowing full well that Sharon would maim him if he got any on the clothes.
“Glad you all liked it,” Sharon smiled. “Ryan, you seem to be having some trouble there, you sure I didn’t give you too much?” She chuckled.
Ryan laughed as well as he struggled to get the button through the button hole, the fabric didn’t seem to want to go that far. “It’s fine,” he told her, blushing. With one final tug, he got it connected. “There, see?”
“Alright then guys, hurry now, Neil will be waiting.”
~*~
“Hallelujah…” The three men made their way down the stage steps. “Hallelujah…” Keith Neil and Ryan got softer as they sang. “Hallelujah…” They lowered their heads as they finished the note.
A second later, they raised them and threw out their arms. “Maybe there’s a--”
Just as Ryan spread his arms, the fabric at his stomach strained and stretched, the button fighting hard for its freedom, when suddenly, POP!
The button went reeling off the stage and hit something with a loud smack.
“OWWW!!!” Damian squealed when the thing hit his nose. “Why is it always me?!”
THE END
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Miss me y'all? Sorry I haven't been doing these as much, I have just had...not much inspiration, I hope y'all like it! And what Damo is referring to there at the end is another story of min, The V-Day Fiasco from...a year ago, actually. Wow. I've been doing this a while, haven't I?!
“Agreed,” Keith said, licking the remnants of the meal from his greasy fingers before he went near his wardrobe, knowing full well that Sharon would maim him if he got any on the clothes.
“Glad you all liked it,” Sharon smiled. “Ryan, you seem to be having some trouble there, you sure I didn’t give you too much?” She chuckled.
Ryan laughed as well as he struggled to get the button through the button hole, the fabric didn’t seem to want to go that far. “It’s fine,” he told her, blushing. With one final tug, he got it connected. “There, see?”
“Alright then guys, hurry now, Neil will be waiting.”
~*~
“Hallelujah…” The three men made their way down the stage steps. “Hallelujah…” Keith Neil and Ryan got softer as they sang. “Hallelujah…” They lowered their heads as they finished the note.
A second later, they raised them and threw out their arms. “Maybe there’s a--”
Just as Ryan spread his arms, the fabric at his stomach strained and stretched, the button fighting hard for its freedom, when suddenly, POP!
The button went reeling off the stage and hit something with a loud smack.
“OWWW!!!” Damian squealed when the thing hit his nose. “Why is it always me?!”
THE END
--
Miss me y'all? Sorry I haven't been doing these as much, I have just had...not much inspiration, I hope y'all like it! And what Damo is referring to there at the end is another story of min, The V-Day Fiasco from...a year ago, actually. Wow. I've been doing this a while, haven't I?!