Memoirs of a RAFian

[Cloak]

True. But don't let HER hear you say that.

Anyway, I'm curently on the fifth notebook and planning my way through Book CCCLXX ("The Saccharine Slime of Sublime").  And I have ideas for books up to Book DXXX -- I think.

New chapter.
 

CHAPTER EIGHT:
Fifth Performer

"Very impressive, Sakki," Abby said, "now, next up on the roster -- Estrid!!"
 
It was very odd to see an Andalite tapping their right forehoof in tandem with a musical beat, but Estrid was doing just that.
 

<Q-U-E-E-N! I-C-K-Y!
The sound of her username
Makes the little RAFians cry!
Ahhhhhh!
Hey, Queenie,
You’re so, so icky.
Just the thought of being around you,
Makes me oh so sicky!
Oh Queen Icky,
Won’t you please explain
Why you get so much enjoyment out of causin’ RAFians pain?
Oh! Oh! Oh!
A chick who’s just plain mean.
A sour sweet-sixteen.
She’s a fire-breathing troll
In a pair of black jeans!
Ew! Ew!
Queenie, tell me true,
How’d we ever get the bad luck to be stuck with you?
Oh, Queenie, can I say one thing?
It’s your super total yuckiness that makes me wanna sing!
Queen Icky!
Ew! Ew!
Queen Icky!
Ew! Ew!
Queen Icky!>

Estrid's emnity with Queen was as well known and on par to Cloak's emnity with the Banned Queen, but the Realm Walker's was waning with time, whittling down to mere indifference. The things she had said had mattered very little compared to Cloak's mother's barbed remarks.

Anyway, the judges made their marks and each said their piece, and the audience eagerly awaited the next contender.

[Gaz]

Nice work on these!

[redtailedsaffa]

I'd like to see a tap-dancing Andalite. XD

[Cloak]

Didn't the Piper make them tap-dance?
 
New chapter.
 

CHAPTER NINE:
Sixth Performer

"Very good, Estrid, if not completely predictable," Abby said, obviously segueing to the next performer. "Now, next up is possibly our biggest performer, and I'm not talking only in name -- let's hear it for DinosaurNothlit!!"
 
Dino appeared onstage, in her compact form, obviously. She tapped her therapod foot in time with the musical introduction, before starting the song adaptation.
 

"R-A-F-I-A-N . . . Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N . . . Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N . . . Power!
Hyperactive Insane RAFians!
On the half shale, they're heroes galore.
In this day and age, who could ask for more?
The crime wave is high with muggings mysterious.
All FBI and detectives are furious,
'Cause they can't find the source,
Of this lethally evil force.
This is serious; so give me a quarter.
I was a witness, get me a reporter!
Call Saffa in on this case, and
You'd better hurry up, there's no time to waste!
We need help, like quick, on the double.
Have pity on the city -- man, it's in trouble!
We need heroes like the Lone Ranger.
When Tonto came pronto, when there was danger.
They didn't say they'd be there in half an hour,
'Cause they displayed . . . RAFian Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
Hyperactive Insane RAFians!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
Hyperactive Insane RAFians!
Now our ace reporter was hot on the trail.
Determined to put these trolls in jail.
She spied the Banned and saw what happened,
But, before she knew it, she fell in a trap and got caught.
Yeah, she was all alone,
With no friends, and no phone.
Now, this was beyond her worst dreams,
'Cause she was cornered by some wayward teens.
Headed by Malice they were anything but good.
Misguided, unloved -- they called them trolls.
They could terrorize and be angry youth, and
They mugged the people who needed proof.
Then from out of the dark came an awesome sound!
Shouted "Cowabunga!" as they hit the ground.
From the field of weeds, the heroes rescued the flower
'Cause they possessed . . . RAFian Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
Hyperactive Insane RAFians!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
Hyperactive Insane RAFians . . . POWER . . ."

Then Dino spoke in a deep bellow, "When you stand for what you believe in and find the strength to do what's right -- that's RAFIAN POWER!"
 
Then there was a brief musical intermission, that caused people to question whether the song was done or not, but their questions were soon swiftly answered when Dino sung again, holding an old timey microphone. Where did she get that prop from? She didn't have it a moment ago.

"Heroes on the half smell, they're on a mission.
When there's a battle got the enemy wishin'
That they stayed at home, instead of fightin'
These forum masters with moves like lightnin'.
They were once normal (), but now they're RAFian.
Terenia's the teacher so they are the students.
Horse, Blocky, Blade, and Faerie,
Make up the "Blue" team with one other fellow --
Cloaky.
Pizza's the food that's sure to please,
These species are into pepperoni and cheese.
Back to the story, it's not hard to find.
RAF's not just of the body, but of the mind.
Those are the words that their master instructed,
But a letter from Malice had Terenia abducted.
That was the last straw, spring into action.
Step on the trolls, now they're gonna lose traction.
Now this is for real, so you fight for justice,
Your resolve is hard, so you shout, 'They can't dust us off!
Like some old coffee table!'
Since you were born, you've been willing and able
To defeat the sneak, protect the weak,
Fight for rights and your freedom to speak.
Now the villain is chillin', so you take a stand.
Back to the wall, put your sword in you hand.
Remember the words of your teacher, your master:
'Evil moves fast, but RAF moves faster!'
Then light, shining from your illumination:
RAF versus Evil equals confrontation.
So, when you're in trouble, don't give in and go sour,
Try to rely on YOUR . . . RAFian Power!!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
Hyperactive Insane RAFians!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
Hyperactive Insane RAFians!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
Hyperactive Insane RAFians!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
R-A-F-I-A-N Power!
Hyperactive Insane RAFians!"

This led to some uproarious cheers. The judges waited for it to die down to say their piece, and the audience waited eagerly for the next contestant.

[redtailedsaffa]

Hah! I thought I knew this number.

[Cloak]

"T-U-R-T-L-E Power", Saffa? That was the song that adaptation was based off of.
 
New chapter.
 

CHAPTER TEN:
Seventh Performer

"Very . . . long, Dino." Abby said.
 
"Don't make me eat you," Dino threatened.
 
"That'll disqualify you," Abby said, without missing a beat. Dino went offstage, glaring at Abby with jovial disapproval. "And now, the next performer -- Faerie!"
 
The stage decended into inky darkness, as the musical introduction began and a spotlight revealed Faerie. Revealed her doing something no one -- with the possible exception of Horse and Guy -- knew that she could do. She was riverdancing. Riverdancing until her cue came.
 

"I don't care about your karma.
I don't care about what's hip.
No RAFian newbie's gonna tell me what to do!
I won't swim in your Jacuzzi.
You can't make me settle down.
I'd rather kick and jump and bite and scratch
And scream until I'm blue!
I may as well be hyper,
As long as I'm still around,
'Cause I'll have lots of time to be laid back
When I'm six feet under ground!
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead)
When are you
RAFian cowboys
Gonna get it through your head?
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I can't stand the smell of incense.
I don't really like to jog.
No Justin Bieber eight-tracks in my car (ooh)!
I hate anything organic.
Even health food makes me sick.
You won't catch me sipping Perrier.
Down in some sushi bar.
I tell you, now's the time to go for
All the gusto you can grab.
You'll have plenty of time to be low key
When you're laid out on the slab!
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
When are you
RAFian cowboys
Gonna get it through your head?
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
Ow!"

There was a brief, all-intrumental musical interlude, before Faerie proceeded.

"I don't want no part of that vegetarian scene.
I won't buy me a pair of designer jeans.
No redwood hot tub to my name.
I got all that I want,
And if it's all the same to you,
I don't need a course in self-awareness
To find out who I am!
And I'd rather have a
a Big Mac or a Jumbo Jack
Than all the bean sprouts in Japan.
So don't ask me what I'm into.
I don't need to prove I'm cool.
I'll break your arm
If you ask me what's my sign.
I won't tell you where my head's at.
I don't need to see no shrink.
Psychosis may be in this year
But I'm really not that kind.
And I'm in no hurry to be casual.
In fact, I think I'll wait
Until I'm pushing up the daisies."

Then the music stopped abruptly, as Faerie spoke, "Like, wow, man, can you relate?"

Then the music started up again as if nothing happened.

"I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead).
I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead)."

There was a brief silence before the near-obligatory applause. This song was very apt in identifying who Faerie was as a person.

The judges said their piece and then the audience waited for the next participant.

[Cloak]

New chapter.
 

CHAPTER ELEVEN:
Eighth Performer

"Very good, Faerie, very . . . apt." Abby said. "Now, our next contender is . . . Estelore!!"

The star appeared on the stage in such a flashy entrance that it could only be Estelore. She waited demurely on the stage as she patiently anticipated her cue. When it came, she sang:

"I know a man named Otis
Who built a room, and his heart was filled with pride.
I said to Mr. Otis, 'What does your room do?'
He said, 'It goes from side-to-side.'
So I said, 'Mr. Otis, if you take my advice,
You’ll be the richest man in town.
You’ve gotta take that room that moves side-to-side,
And make it go up-and-down!'
And that was good advice.
Good advice.
Good advice costs nothing
And it’s worth the price.
I sincerely doubt that
The world could do without
My good advice.
A man named Mr. Waterman invented a tube.
He was sad, because it sprung a little leak.
He said, 'Darn it.  When I hold my tube up to a piece of paper,
The ink leaks out and makes a little streak.'
He said, 'I’ve got to find a way to stop that leak.
I start working on my leak-proof tube again.'
I said, 'Waterman, you idiot! Don’t stop that leak,
You just invented the fountain pen!'
And that was good advice.
Good advice.
Good advice costs nothing
And it’s worth the price.
I’m so worldly wise,
I should get the Nobel Prize for
Good advice.
Good old Henry Ford was a hard-working man.
He worked all night and all day.
I said, 'Henry, whatcha doing?'
And Henry, he said, 'I’m inventing the Chevrolet.'
He said, 'I’ve already built twenty-five models.
One for each letter, from "A" to "Z".'
I said, 'Henry, you fool!
There are twenty-six letters in the alphabet!'
He said, 'Good heavens, I forgot the Model "T"!'
And that was good advice.
Good advice.
Good advice costs nothing
And it’s worth the price.
It’s helpful as can be,
And it’s absolutely free!
My good advice.
Oohka Magook was a Neaderthal man.
A very poorly educated soul.
He had a great big thing made of solid stone
And in the middle of it was a hole.
One day, he had to go from his cave in Natches
To his uncle’s cave in Mobile.
I said, 'Round off those corners and buy yourself a pair of tires
And Ooky, baby, that’s a wheel!'
And that was good advice.
Good advice.
Good advice costs nothing
And it’s worth the price.
Harvard offered me a Phi Beta Key,
For good advice.
Alexander Graham Bell was building a fence
With some wood and a long piece of wire.
He said, 'There’s something strange goin’ on around here!
I keep hearing the voice of Uncle Mire!'
I said, 'Mr. Graham cracker,' – that was my little joke –
'With that wire, you’ve got the world in your power.
Just get a mouthpiece, and an earpiece, and a part in between
And you’ll sponsor the telephone hour!'
And that was good advice.
Good advice.
Good advice costs nothing
And it’s worth the price.
Every word you hear
Is the message of the year.
It’s good advice.
Christopher Columbus was a seaman, second-class
When I told him that the Indies could be found
By sailing to the west, instead of sailing to the east.
I advised him that I thought the world was round.
I really thought so.
Then I sat him down to as dear Queen Isabelle
To pawn her jewels for all they’re worth.
Next day, he set sail, and as everyone knows,
He fell off the edge of the Earth.
Now, that was bad advice.
Bad advice.
Bad advice is just as the same as
Good advice.
Everyone makes occasional mistakes,
And that was –
Bad . . . advice!"

There was a fair smattering of laughter at the novelty song adaptation of Allan Sherman's "Good Advice", and barely at that.  No one was expect such an egotistical song from Estelore, a fact that she exploited.

The judges said their bit, and the audience awaited the next contender.

[redtailedsaffa]

This is so great.

[Cloak]

Okay -- rough day at work. I'm sorry, but I forgot my writing notes, and, as such, I can't post the next chapter today. But I'll post a few come Monday.

New book ideas.
 

• Book DXXIV: "Blaze of Glory" -- Blaze's backstory.
• Book DXXV: " A Boy and His Toys" -- The Toyman returns, seeking the Toys of Power.
• Book DXXVI: "Untethered" -- Abby becomes untethered by time.
• Book DXXVII: "A Backwards Life" -- An accident makes Saffa live her life backward.
• Book DXXVIII: "The Last Moreau" -- A Moreau attempts to turn the world into dragons, and control them.
• Book DXXIX: "Strength of Will" -- The Horn of Dragons falls into the wrong hands.
• Book DXXX: "A Cartel of Children" -- A criminal cartel perpetrates crimes while disguised as young children.
• Book DXXXI: "The Dark Spires" -- Dark Rings suppress the Marks and control RAFians.
• Book DXXXII: "Abject Pacifism" -- A group tries to use a potion that erases all violent intent to exterminate violence from the universe. An impossibility.
• Book DXXXIII: "A Trans-Species Problem" -- Twenty-five animals inexplicably become 100% human.

New chapter.
 

CHAPTER TWELVE:
Ninth Performer

"Very good, Esty! A tad more egotistical than I had expect, but excellent choice!" Abby said. "Next up! Myitt and her host, Tara!"

Myitt stood on the stage, rather demurred. Behind her a three-dimensional model of a human brain -- Tara's brain, specifically -- was displayed. Then the musical cue triggered her into song, pointing to each part of the holographic brain.

'Neo-cortex, frontal lobe."

Then, in a very Yeerkish version of Tourrette's, Tara sang:

"Brain stem, brain stem!"

Then Myitt carried on as if nothing happened:

"Hippo-campus, neural node,
Right hemisphere.
Pons and cortex visual."

Tara repeated her line, as she would after every verse, before Myitt continued.

"Sylviun fissure, pineal, left hemisphere.
Cerebellum left.
Cerebellum right.
Synapse, hypothalamus.
Triaden-dendrite.
Axon-fibrous, matter gray.
Central-tegmantal path-way
Temporal lobe.
White-gormatter,
Forebrain, skull.
Brain stem, brain stem.
Central fissure, cord spinal
Bor-riato.
Piamater.
Men-ingeal vein.
Menulla-oblongotta and lobe limbic.
Micro-electrodes!"

Then she slid down the length of the stage, toward the audience, shouting, "The human brain!!"

From there, the usual happened -- the judges gave their piece, and the audience awaited the next performer.

[Cloak]

New chapter.
 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
Tenth Performer

"Very nice, Myitt. Very informational. Very educational." Abby said. "Hope that doesn't count against you. Now, next up! Slushie Man!"

Volumious purple smoke appeared on the stage obscuring everything. Only a lone figure was on the stage, vaguely lluminated from about 8:00. The music started rather suddenly with a pop, like someone popping up a sewer cap thing.
 

"Daring man of mystery,
Champion of right,
Swoops out of the shadows -- "

Slushie Man bursted into colorful view, revealing himself to be the lone figure. Although it was pretty obvious already.

"Slushie Man owns the night!
Somewhere some villian schemes
But his number's up!
3 . . . 2 . . . 1!
Slushie Man!
When there's trouble, you call the Man!
Slushie Man!
Let's get dangerous.
Slushie Man!
Slushie, Slushie Man!
Cloud of smoke and I appear,
the master of surprise!
Who's that cunning mind behind
That shadowy disguise?
Nobody knows for sure,
But the Banned guys are outta luck!
'Cause here comes --
Slushie Man!
Look out!
When there's trouble you call the Man!
Slushie Man!
Let's get dangerous!
Slushie Man!
You better watch out, you bad boys!
Slushie Man!"

Another rather boastful song choice. Would this count against him?

Anyway, the judges said their piece as the audience cheered somewhat and awaited the next contestant.

[Cloak]

New chapter.
 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
Tenth Performer

"Um . . . oh . . . 'kay . . ." Abby said, "Now, the next contender -- and he looks like he'll put up quite the fight -- Parker!"

Suddenly, a lively techno beat was heard and Parker began on his cue with precise timing:

"Every time you see me,
You lurkers turn and run.
I don't know what your problem is
I'm really super fun!
I'm a RAFian!
Not a great white gun.
I'm a RAFian!
I stay within the forum.
Come over to the RAFparty,
It's not that long a trip.
You'll be glad you made the effort
For my seventy-layer dip.
I like sharing delish pizza,
You see, I'm not so bad.
Do you like little puppies?
Demos makes them in his lab."

"SHHHHH! Not so loud!" Demos was clearly heard to say. Parker paid him no mind and continued with the song adaptation.

"I'm a RAFian!
Does someone need a chill pill?
My name's Parker,
I'm a RAFian.
La la la la lee.
La la la la lee,
Lee lu.
Let's share an energy soda,
And talk about our feelings.
But don't insult my helmet,
'Coz then I'll hit the ceiling!
I've got a laser!
And it's pointed at your planet.
It's my laser!
So, don't take me for granted.
I'm a RAFian!
Boom shaka-laka.
I'm a RAFian!
Skaka-laka-
Boom."

Helen shouted, "PARKER!!!!  YOU JUST BLEW UP PLUTO!!!"

It was a nice presentation. Nice visuals that recalled Marvin the Martian and old Tex Avery style cartoons. The judges made their scores and the audience eagerly waited the next contender -- shifting in their seats slightly, as it was a long time to be seated.

[Cloak]

New chapter.
 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
Eleventh Performer

"Very nice, Parker." Abby said. "Shock, you're up!"
 
Shock stood on the stage, as a guitar strummed a sad ballad. A very atypical choice already for Shock.
 

"We've been together for so very long.
But now things are changing, oh, I wonder what's wrong?
Seems you don't want me around.
The passion is gone and the flame's died down.
You used to think I was nice.
Now, you tell all your RAFfriends that I'm the Antichrist!
Oh, why did you disconnect the breaks in my car?
That kind of thing is hard to ignore.
Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore.
I knew that we were having problems when
You put those Carvanhas in my bathtub again.
You're still the nightlight of my life.
Oh, Jess, darling, I'm beggin', won't you put down that knife?
You know, I even think it's kinda cute the way,
You toxify my coffee just a little each day.
I still remember the way that you laughed,
When you pushed me down that elevator shaft.
Oh, if you don't mind me asking, what's this poisonous Arbok
Doing in my underwear drawer?
Sometime I get to thinking . . .
You don't love me any more.
You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill.
Now, my scars are all healing, but my heart never will!
You set my house on fire.
You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers.
Oh, you think that I'm ugly and you say that I'm cheap.
You scraped off my eyebrows while I was asleep.
You drilled a hole in my head!
Then you dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead!
Oh, you know this really isn't like you at all.
You never acted this way before.
Jess, honey, something tells me you don't love me any more, oh no no.
Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore."

"You think that song choice was funny?" came an unamused voice. "Well, do you?"

"Jess, it was just a joke!" Shock said.

"Sure it was. Get over here." Jess growled.

Shock, instead, ran away. Jess gave chase.

The judges each blinked, surprises quite evident in their faces.

[Cloak]

New chapter.
 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
Twelfth Performer

"Does . . . does that mean Shock's disqualified?" Abby asked.
 
Cloak gave a noncommital shrug, and the other two judges gave no other acknowledgement of the question.
 
"Well . . . well, then," Abby said, struggling to get back into the usual flow of things, "Let's get this thing going again. We have one of our newest RAFians to perform next -- Guitarhero!!"
 
Guitarhero appeared on the stage with his signature guitar and began to strum it a bit before beginning his song:
 

"Dinosaur, every night I have the strangest dreams.
Dinosaur, listen to me, tell me what this means.
First, I'm goin' shoppin' in my underwear.
Then all of sudden I'm floating in midair!
My lips fall off and everybody starts to stare.
Donuts and hot dogs are flying everywhere!
Now, Dino, wait a minute, you ain't heard nothin' yet!
Next comes the part that I won't ever forget.
Now, I'm bein' followed by these Yeerky spies.
They give me some velcro, and an order of flies.
Suddenly, I'm bowling on the Skrit Na Enterprise!
I fall down a hole and that's when I realize:
I'm stuck in a closet with an Andalite!
I'm stuck in a closet with an Andalite!
Night after night after night after night!
All right!
Dino, won't you tell me, am I going insane?
Was it something I ate, or something wrong with my brain?
See, I'm naked in church, when I meet you, Dinosaur.
Try to run, but my feet have been nailed to the floor!
Then a Gedd pushes me through a revolving door.
And I'm back in the very same place I was before!
Now, I'm stuck in a closet with an Andalite!
I'm stuck in a closet with an Andalite!
Night after night after night after night!
And I can't bust out and I can't break free.
And it's gettin' just a little too stuffy here for me.
And I can't go home and I can't get loose.
And I try to escape, but it's just no use.
And I can't ever leave and I can't ever win.
And we're runnin' outta air, and the walls are closin' in!
And I can't go back and I can't get through!
But why won't that Andalite give me back that shoe I threw?
Come on, Andalite, come on!
Ow!
Dino, all those crazy dreams have started again!
That's right, I even wake up screaming now and then.
See, I'm coming home from work but I forgot my address.
I'm half an hour late for my RAFian test!
Then some slimy alien jumps out of my ears.
And I'm falling and falling and I guess you know the rest!
I am stuck in a closet with an Andalite!
I'm stuck in a closet with an Andalite!
Night after night after night after night!
I am stuck in a closet with an Andalite!
Stuck in a closet with an Andalite!
N-n-n-night after night after night night night!
Then I'm stuck in a closet with an Andalite (ya-ya ya-ya, ya-ya, ya, ya-ya)!
I'm stuck in a closet with an Andalite!
Night after night after night after night!
I am stuck in a closet with an Andalite (ya-ya ya-ya ya-ya ya-ya)!
I am stuck in a closet with an Andalite!"

Suffice it to say, it was a successful performance.

The judges said their piece, and the audience waited for the next performer to perform.

[redtailedsaffa]

Whoa, sudden inflow of chapters!

Haha, Parker and Guitarhero were fantastic.

[Cloak]

It was my dayoff, you know.

New chapter.
 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
Thirteenth Performer

"Exceptional, GH," Abby said. "Very good. Now, next up is a mod! But don't think that means he's guaranteed a win. Heeeeeere's Phoenix!"

The lights came up on Phoenix standing atop what appeared to be an old-timey carriage and an Arwing at the same time. It was a very strange juxtaposition.

Phoenix shouted, "Tally ho! Tally ho! Tally ho!" before singing in earnest;

"Am I on my way to Nottingham?
To Brittingham, to Buckingham?
Or any hammy hamlet by the sea?
No!
And now I'm on my way to Devonshire
To Lancashire, to Worcentershire?
I'm not so sure, we'll have to wait and see!
Oh!
Am I on my way to Dover
Or rolling merrily over
The jolly old road that goes to Plymouth --
Ho!
I'm merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Merrily on my way
To nowhere in particular!
I'm merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Merrily on my way!
Though the roads are perpendicular!
I'm always in a hurry.
I have no time to stall!
I've got to be there!
I've got to be there!
But where? I can't recall!
Whoop!
I'm merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Merrily on my way
And we're may be going to Devonshire
To Lancashire, to Worcentershire.
I'm not so sure, but
I got to be there!
I'm merrily on my way
To nowhere at all!"

And the audience didn't know what to make of this song choice.

The judges said their piece and the audience shifted to awaken their posteriors that had fallen asleep before the next contestant was introduced.