Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2011 16:19:44 GMT -5
I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
“All Gods creatures got a place in the choooooooir…” The group finished the song, though it was missing something. Namely…
“Where is Keith?!” Sharon growled.
Yeah. That name.
“I’m sorry!” They heard a familiar voice cry from the back of the theater.
Sharon turned slowly, glowering at the blonde man. “Where…have….you…BEEN?!”
Keith grinned sheepishly and held out a white and red paper bag like a peace offering. “I was hungry.” He explained.
Sharon looked ready to explode, and all there cowered, but after a moment, she stood up straight and looked dead calm. “Fine. Get up there.”
“Sharon,” George said. “We just finished rehers--”
“I know!” She barked. “And since Keith was late, we have to do it again.”
All groaned and glared at the man, but he took no notice.
“Okay, great!” he cheered, pulling a breakfast burrito out of the bag. “I can eat and sing, sure!” He seemed sincere as he hopped onto the stage.
Sharon merely shook her head and motioned for the band to begin.
Heartland blared out, with Keith center stage.
“When the storm is ra-a-ging,” he paused to take a bite of his food. “Aff funder folls, we bor frengf aff fro--” he coughed suddenly, making Damian jump out fo place.
“Oh my gosh!” He cried. “You just spat EGG all over me!” he wiped mercilessly at his face.
“Nuh-uh!” Keith said. “Fere fus faffage foo!”
They all looked to Ryan for translation.
The black haired man siged. “There was sausage too.” He explained.
“You’re SICK!” Damian yelled as he started to walk off the stage.
“Take another step, and no twitter for a week!” Sharon threatened.
His jaw popped open. “No! Not that!” Without another warning, he was back in place, but still giving the eating blonde man a look that could eat away at him as much as he was his food.
THE END
“All Gods creatures got a place in the choooooooir…” The group finished the song, though it was missing something. Namely…
“Where is Keith?!” Sharon growled.
Yeah. That name.
“I’m sorry!” They heard a familiar voice cry from the back of the theater.
Sharon turned slowly, glowering at the blonde man. “Where…have….you…BEEN?!”
Keith grinned sheepishly and held out a white and red paper bag like a peace offering. “I was hungry.” He explained.
Sharon looked ready to explode, and all there cowered, but after a moment, she stood up straight and looked dead calm. “Fine. Get up there.”
“Sharon,” George said. “We just finished rehers--”
“I know!” She barked. “And since Keith was late, we have to do it again.”
All groaned and glared at the man, but he took no notice.
“Okay, great!” he cheered, pulling a breakfast burrito out of the bag. “I can eat and sing, sure!” He seemed sincere as he hopped onto the stage.
Sharon merely shook her head and motioned for the band to begin.
Heartland blared out, with Keith center stage.
“When the storm is ra-a-ging,” he paused to take a bite of his food. “Aff funder folls, we bor frengf aff fro--” he coughed suddenly, making Damian jump out fo place.
“Oh my gosh!” He cried. “You just spat EGG all over me!” he wiped mercilessly at his face.
“Nuh-uh!” Keith said. “Fere fus faffage foo!”
They all looked to Ryan for translation.
The black haired man siged. “There was sausage too.” He explained.
“You’re SICK!” Damian yelled as he started to walk off the stage.
“Take another step, and no twitter for a week!” Sharon threatened.
His jaw popped open. “No! Not that!” Without another warning, he was back in place, but still giving the eating blonde man a look that could eat away at him as much as he was his food.
THE END