Remind me why { OPEN! }

[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Why exactly am I here again?

Bartholomew Sauer asked himself this question for the seventh time in the last twenty minutes. That was exactly how long it had taken for him to decide that he wanted to go to the karaoke night that had been announced earlier on the intercom at the school. He had questioned himself all during the walk into town. He had to keep reminding himself that he wanted to go to meet new people. He didn't necessarily have to sing, but it would make sense that other students would be here, and it would be a good, possibly fun way to interact. Socalization was good for him, and it would help keep him distracted from memories, or so he hoped.

He had, of course, finished all of his schoolwork ahead of time. That meant he was free to do what he liked, especially considering the next day was Saturday.

Looking at the odd comedy club, however, he had begun to have second thoughts again. But he took a deep breathe to steel himself and walked inside.

He handed the bouncer three dollars to pay for his entrance, and saw that the club was a little quiet. Not many people were here, yet. The night was young, and it had only just turned eight-fifteen. It wouldn't be long before other people showed up.

He moved to sit in a chair at a table when he heard giggles behind him. He turned to see a few girls sitting at a booth, pointing at him and gesturing up onto the currently empty karaoke stage. He pointed to himself questioningly. They weren't pointing at him, were they? They giggled harder, and he took that as a yes - they were pointing at him. He stood there for a moment to think, then abruptly sat down in the chair, facing deliberately away from the giggling group of girls. He didn't succumb to peer pressure often, but he did hope they would stop giggling. It was distracting.

If someone came in and asked him to, he might go onstage, but that was unlikely. Hopefully he could just meet people and he wouldn't have to subject himself to anything traumatic.



Summary: Bart enters the club, is taunted a little by some girls to sing, but refuses. He's sitting in a chair, hoping someone will come along for him to talk to.
Comments: Oh please come and make Bart sing! You know you want to~ ;]

[C. Melody Kohnas]

The only thing better than singing? Singing in front of people. Peers. At least Mel thought so as she ran through a latin song again in her empty dorm room. She couldn't hold the high E. Her Vocal Performance instructor would be very displeased, since it was a note Charmaine could hit on command in rehearsals. But Mel just brushed it off. She was too excited and hyper to care if she hit that high E or not. After all, she was getting ready for KARAOKE NIGHT! One of the best things invented in the world, after bells of course. Mel was so excited that she was shaking...well almost shaking. Maybe like a dull vibrating.

No matter how excited she was, Mel forced herself to concentrate on homework. Melody had promised herself that the work came before pleasure, no matter how un-fun it was. So Mel bit her tongue and did some math problems for practice. She heard wind of a pop quiz. Mel hated quizzes, they were like, the least enjoyable thing to do. You never knew when they were, what was on the test, and how long it was. Mel considered herself a very bad test taker. I can't sit still for a hundred bucks, I'm freaking out before I get the paper and then I draw blanks. Sounds like a B average student to me. Melody thought rather calmly as she did trig ratios. Who cared about the Cosign of Theta. Apparently my math teacher does. She thought grimly as she toiled on.

Finally, it was 7:30, and Mel was done with her homework. Wiping pretend sweat off her brow, she allowed the night's festivities to grow inside her mind until she was going to explode with excitement. Melody Kohnas was going to sing at a karaoke night. In front of people from the town. She didn't know if it was a dream come true or if she was still actually dreaming. Pulling on a pair of dark purple leggings, a grey skirt and light purple cardigan with the sleeves rolled back, Mel made sure her hair wasn't all crazy before she left the dorm room, directions to the club in hand.

Melody was practically skipping into town, no longer caring about what her hawaiian locks looked like. She was too excited. Mel had been dreaming of singing in front of more than just the few Vocal Performance students for a while now, and here was an almost free chance. Not only that, but Melody got to hear other people sing. Good singers, bad singers, growling singers. She couldn't wait to see who had the guts to get up on that stage and sing their little hearts out. It was going to be an entertaining night.

Mel gave her money to the bouncer...he did have sort of a 'I'm scary, fear me.' Look towards him, but Melody didn't notice as she skipped right on inside. She was acting like a giddy school girl. Heck, she was a giddy school girl. Melody looked around the club. It was called the Ghastly Comedy club, but it didn't look too scary. The room was partially dimly lit, and a small number of people she never knew were milling about, and some giggling girls a few feet away.

None of that mattered when she saw the beat up, empty stage in front of her. It was like heaven touched that comedy club just for Melody. It was just how she pictured it. Worn floors, monitors staring up from infront of the microphone. A song selection table in the corner. Melody could've stared at it forever. had she not seen the flashing screen above the stage that said, "Duets Only at this Time."

That settled it. Mel had to get on that stage and experience her dream. But now she needed someone to sing with. Quickly, she looked around for familiar faces. She saw none. So Mel took the direct route. She may have seemed rude, but when someone wants something really bad, manners almost go out the window. Melody went around and asked people if they wanted to sing with her. Most just looked at her short stature and laughed her off.

Mel decided to put her foot down. The next person was giving her no for an answer. So Mel walked briskly up to the next person she saw, a boy with dark hair around her age, looked at him and spoke.

"You are going to sing a duet with me...please? Oh, I just have to sing and they're only allowing duets...soo......LET'S GO!" Melody said rather forcefully and pulled the kid by the arm to the song selection table. She didn't even give him time to respond as she talked to the guy at the song selection table. Melody told the guy they wanted whatever he decided to give them, then marched herself and they boy on stage. She gave him a Mic, and pulled hers from the stand.

She was breathless. It was going to happen, she was going to sing! she could see some curious faces turn towards them and she smiled wide as the background music kicked in. Melody took a deep breath and got ready to sing, sneaking a glance at the kid she pulled up here in her rampage for her dream.

Say...he looks kind of familiar...
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Summary: Mel, so excited to get her chance to sing, forces an unknown person(Bart) to go up on stage and sing with her, no matter what the consequences.

Comments: Mel's never been so forceful! Have fun!

[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Bartholomew was starting to enjoy his strange surroundings - they were pleasant enough, even if it didn’t look that way on the outside - when a dark-haired girl bounced up to him and eagerly begged him to sing with her. His first thought, after registering his strong aversion to being up on that stage, was that she looked familiar. However, she was not about to let him ask if they had met before, because the next thing he knew, Bartholomew was being pulled onto the stage.

He blinked in the stages lights, his face slowly turning maroon as he stood in front of the microphone next to Pushy Girl, who had her own microphone. This had to be a nightmare. Why else would he be up here, about to sing... What was he about to sing? He hadn’t heard his partner say any specific song.

He glanced at the song selector at the table, who just shrugged and pressed a few buttons to choose a new song. He couldn’t imagine what song was coming up until he saw the monitor in front of him: “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor. That song, like the girl next to him, seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place it. There were howls of laughter from the audience as a piano part introduced the song. And then,

“At first I was afraid, I was petrified.
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side...”

Horrible realization bubbled up in Bartholomew’s stomach as he recognized the song. He barely knew this! Why was he up here, singing this? Even as his horror was setting in, he briefly wondered if he should start singing. He hadn’t heard his partner start, but then again, with the blood pounding in his ears and sweat starting to form, that wouldn’t have been too surprising if she had started without him.



Summary: Bartholomew is roughly dragged onto the stage by a girl he thinks he might recognize, though for the time being he has 'named' her "Pushy Girl." Once on stage, the guy at the song selection picks a random song, which, in this case, happens to be "I will Survive." Horror settles into Bart as he recognizes the song and then starts thinking, 'Why, why, why??' desperately. (Whether Melody has started singing or not is up to you, Bart hasn't noticed either way.)
Song Chosen: I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor. Lyrics for the song included in the video description.
Comments: SO. EXCITED. 8DDD

[C. Melody Kohnas]

Melody Kohnas was trying to think of how she knew this dark headed boy when the music started. The sweet sweet music to Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive. Melody could've cried, had she not sworn to keep her composure. 'I Will Survive' was one of the songs she sang at a contest in Missouri when she was younger. Therefor, Melody knew it by heart. This has gotta be the best day ever. That song? This stage, and a microphone in my hand? I can die happy now. Though, that day might be coming sooner than Melody thought, given the look on the poor boy's face that she drug up to the stage. He looked absolutely petrified. Melody made a note in her mind to deeply apologize to the boy for making him go up there so she could live her dream.

Then Charmaine Melody Kohnas started to sing.

She was facing the crowd, and she looked at them, instead of sheepishly looking at the screen. She felt natural doing this, singing and wanting to interact with the crowd. She walked around as the beginning verses started, and Mel jumped in right on cue, not faltering once...yet.

“At first I was afraid, I was petrified.
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side...”

Melody sang it with precision and attitude, like the boy next to her was the one who broke her heart. So she reacted to the song, singing it almost directly at the boy before glancing at the audience a couple of times. it was part of singing for her, like she had to act too. It was probably because her minor was musical theatre, but Mel didn't care as she looked the boy in the eyes and sang on. He wasn't singing yet, but Mel had confidence that he'd jump in sometime around the chorus.

"But then I spent so many nights
Thinking how you did me wrong.
And I grew strong!
And I learned how to get along!"

About halfway through that verse Melody stomped her foot and looked around to the audience, feeling like she was Gloria Gaynor herself, stating that she was strong. Mel really wanted to sell it. The rush of singing to people she didn't know made it impossible for her to hear if the familiar boy was singing yet, so she just kept singing on, hitting the notes pretty spot on despite her flukes earlier in the evening.

"So now you're back from out of space.
I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face.

I should have changed that stupid lock!
I should have made you leave your key!
If I had known for just one second you'd be back to bother me."

Melody was pointing at the crowd now, truly enjoying every minute of what she was doing, regardless of whether the crowd liked it or how she looked. She didn't even care if the boy was singing, though she hoped he discovered how wonderful it was to sing in front of a crowd, as long as you didn't have stage fright or something. Come to think of it, the boy's face was redder than a tomato earlier... I hope I'm not embarassing him, that'd be terrible! I better go see how he's doing. Melody thought to herself as the chorus kicked in.

"Go on now, go, walk out that door!
Just turn around now‚
cause you're not welcome any more.
Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye?"

Melody sang with a louder voice than one would think her small stature could carry, and continued to act like someone who was experiencing this would act, despite the fact that she was nearing the boy to make sure he hadn't fainted or anything yet. The song was about halfway over, if it was the same short version that Melody had sang in that competition.

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Summary: Melody has started singing and is really selling it, but then she experiences the guilt of dragging 'familiar boy' onto stage, and while singing, tried to go and comfort him.

Comments: You picked the perfect song.

[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Horror had temporarily paralyzed all of Bartholomew’s mental processes. What was he doing? Perhaps the more accurate question was, why was he doing this?

He felt the eyes of Pushy Girl as she sang upon him, but she didn’t look mean or pushy - instead somewhat concerned around a thrilled sparkling in her eyes. He realized that other people were looking at him too. He saw the screen bearing words that were highlighted where they should have been sung. He gulped once, and nervously, quietly, tried to sing into the microphone.

“Did I lay down and die?
Oh no, not I! I will survive!”

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As he sang, his voice grew just a little louder, a little more confident - but he was clearly overshadowed by Pushy Girl. Nevertheless, he felt a reckless abandon pulling at his introverted and responsible nature. He took charge briefly, singing in a somewhat off-key tone, but louder than he had started.

“Oh and as long as I know how to love I know I stay alive.
I've got all my life to live, I've got all my love to give.
And I'll survive!
I will survive! Hey, hey.”

There was a long interlude where Bartholomew started bouncing his head and tapping his right toe in time to the rhythm of the song. He glanced at Pushy Girl with a look of desperation and anger, but at least the song was catchy. He supposed it could have been worse, though this definitely was not his definition of good. It still seemed nightmarish and surreal that he was up on this stage, singing for a small, yet captive audience. They seemed only interested for his partner’s good singing voice and in amusement at his humiliation. What else could he expect?

Words appeared on the screen. He took a deep breath that must have been audible with his microphone in front of him, and started up with the last refrain.

“It took all the strength I had not to fall apart.
Kept tryin' hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart!
And I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself. I used to cry!
But now I hold my head up high.
And you see me somebody new!
I'm not that chained-up little person still in love with you.

And so you feel like droppin' in,
and just expect me to be free,
now I'm saving all my loving for someone who is loving me!

Did I crumble?
Did I lay down and die?
Oh no, not I!
I will survive!”

With the last several words, the song ended on a single, strong note. The audience laughed and clapped, some boo-ing in a mocking manner and pointing at Bartholomew. He sighed. At least this was over and he could go back to his seat. He could forget all about this horrific experience now. He turned to leave the stage.



Summary: More horror and questions of 'why??' Bartholomew gets a little more into the song, since he is somewhat familiar with the tune, and starts bobbing along. He gives Melody (Pushy Girl) a meaningful look in the interlude, and then finishes out the song. He turns to leave the stage, hoping to get back to his seat and forget the whole experience.
Song Chosen: I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor. Lyrics for the song included in the video description.
Comments: Pull him back on stage or something! His humiliation is not over yet! xD (Nick will be joining us soon, hence why I ended the song. And yes, I am aware I changed the ending. Figured it might be different in a karaoke version.)
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[Nick Alaric]

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[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: FFF205]	[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: 000000]	[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: c627ff]	[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: A7F2EB]	[atrb=style, width: 65px]	[atrb=style, height: 340px; background-color: FFF205; border: 4px dotted #000000; opacity: 0.59] How had he not heard of this?! It was absolutely unbelievable. Ugh. He hated not being in the know. But it didn't make any sense at the same time. There were posters posted everywhere around the school about this. Then again... he tended to spend all his time in the Japanese classroom. And since school had started, he had been struggling ever so slightly to get his bearing together. But really. How could he, THE Nick Alaric, not know about a karaoke night? Oh how he hated finding this out last minute. Why had Iori not told him earlier? But that was all entirely irrelevant. Here he was, frantically searching his room for the partner of the boot that sat on his bed. "Ugh, screw it," he breathed, grabbing a simple pair of converse from his closet. He hated these things. Why did he even have them? They were a memory of his past self. Whatever. They'd work. He slipped them on and grabbed his signature creme colored cardigan. The walk into town wasn't too long, considering Nick's strides were long. Despite his lateness, he refused to run. Getting sweaty over running wasn't his style. He slipped into the club undetected, searching for his friends who were bound to be there. Slipping his iphone from his back pocket, he checked his messages, his fingers running along the pink and white gems that adorned the back of it. Yup. Iori was definitely here. The message that clearly read "I'm here, where are you?" made him scoff. His attention shifted as he looked to the stage to see two people already up there. He vaguely recognized the girl. Perhaps he had seen her in one of his vocal classes. On the other hand, the boy appeared to be very out of place. There was no stopping the laugh from spilling past his lips as he watched the younger male awkwardly try to get his bearings. It didn't take too long, though before he could see the aforementioned boy begin to sing a bit stronger. Albeit, he was a tad off key, and his didn't have enough power behind his voice to match Gloria's voice. But it was the effort that counted, right? Oh how badly he wanted to sing now! There was an undeniable, inexplicable feeling welling up in his chest and if he didn't sing his heart out, it would surely be the death of him. He considered his favorite song "Redemption" but quickly remembered that the chances of this karaoke place having the song instrumental was extremely low. He'd have to settle for something different. He tuned out the music as he thought. It had to be upbeat and require a strong voice. He was good at that. It had to be something people would know otherwise they'd tune him out (which was a total crime to an attention hog like him). His blue eyes glanced up at the sign that was lit up, reading "duets only at this time". Damn. He'd have to share the stage. He could go on stage with Iori but she wasn't exactly the best singer. Hm, he had no idea at the moment. He glanced at the girl already on stage. Perhaps she'd sing with him. But what song to sing... Nick snapped his fingers together as the greatest idea in the world hit him like... well, the greatest idea in the world. He sidled on over to the man behind the sound system and requested his song. Since the other guy was already up on stage, it couldn’t hurt him to stay on for too much longer. Besides, this way he could do a duet and hog most of the stage for a majority of the time. Not to mention the fact that the other boy’s part would be smaller hence he wouldn’t have to worry as much. It was a fantastic idea! Nick put his hands together as the song ended, clapping as the two began to walk off stage. It was at this time that Nick promptly strode over to the stairs and held his hand out to stop the boy before he made his way down. “What do you say to one more song? You won’t have to sing too much,” he grinned. But before he allowed the boy to say anything more, he ushered him back on stage and practically forced the microphone back into his hands. He himself grabbed his own microphone, tapping it a couple times to test the sensitivity of it. His blue gaze shifted back to the poor underclassman he had dragged back on stage. “You’re starting,” he said.
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[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Bartholomew slowly trudged off of the stage. Relief was filling him with every step that he took. He was getting away, and it was over for the most part. He could go home and work on his biology homework. Yes. That sounded reasonable, unlike singing “I will Survive” for a crowd of people in a nightclub. When would he ever do that? It was just so strange, he could hardly even remember having just completed such an act.

At the top of the steps, however, an arm reached out and stopped him. He looked up the arm to see its owner: a blonde asian boy was smiling at him, and asked him to sing another song. He didn’t even care that he wouldn’t have to sing all that much. He started trying to push against the other boy’s arm, shaking his head fervently.

“No, no, I don’t want --” He found himself being directed back to the microphone. Pushy Girl was already gone - why wasn't he? He looked over and saw the asian’s encouraging smile.

“You’re starting,” He told him. Great. That was just great. He swallowed once. The crowd seemed amused and sympathetic that he was back on-stage. He saw words appear on his tele-prompter type screen and began to read.

“Ah, an afternoon alone with my favorite book: Broadway Musicals of the 1940s. No roommate to bother me - how could it get any better than this?”

Was this a song? It certainly wasn’t one Bartholomew had ever heard of before.



Summary: Bartholomew is leaving and hopeful that he can go home, work on biology homework, and forget that this night ever happened. He is, however, pulled back on stage by Nick (despite Bart's protests). He starts the beginning of the song, and is confused because he's never heard this before.
Song Chosen: If You Were Gay by Avenue Q.
Comments: Okay, faded Melody out here, and started the song. Poor, innocent Bart. XD (EDIT: Messed up lyric. Oops. Fixed now. ^^')

[Nick Alaric]

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[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: FFF205]	[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: 000000]	[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: c627ff]	[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: A7F2EB]	[atrb=style, width: 65px]	[atrb=style, height: 340px; background-color: FFF205; border: 4px dotted #000000; opacity: 0.59] Proud of his accomplishment of forcing the underclassman back on the stage, Nick stood off to the side after grabbing his own microphone, close to the stairs. He knew this song by heart and he was going to make it a good performance, even if only by him. He crossed his arms, holding the microphone in his right hand. There was no beat to count at the moment, so the cues were all based on this other boy. He waited with baited breath, hoping that this underclassman wouldn’t cause him to miss the cue. Thankfully, though, as he noticed the words light up on the screen, Bartholomew began to speak. As the last of the lines lit up, Nick strode towards the center of the stage, his long strides making quick work of the smaller-than-average performance area. It was a good thing he tended to stand still while he was singing. However, this song required him to move around and be odd. So Nick would deliver, of course. He plotted the movements in his head before trashing the thoughts and deciding to wing it. He knew the song. He wouldn’t have to look at the screen. “Oh, hi, Rod!” “Hi, Nicky.” “Hey, Rod, you’ll never guess what happened to me on the subway today. This guy was smiling at me and talking to me…” “That’s very interesting.” As Nick spoke, he drew closer and closer to the underclassman, daring to enter his personal space just for a moment. His knees were bent as he temporarily shrunk down to Bart’s height. However, as quickly as he entered Bart’s space, he straightened up and turned his back to him. For a split second, he glanced out to the audience. The lights were dimmed, so seeing their faces was difficult but not impossible. It was at this point that Nick remembered just how much he belonged in the spotlight. Oh how he loved the attention! “He was being real friendly to me, and I think he was coming onto me. I think he might’ve thought I was gay!” Nick put his left hand to his chest to indicate himself, leaning back slightly as he feigned surprise and shock. Oh he was just too much of a ham for this.
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[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

“Hi, Nicky.”

“Hey Rod, you'll never guess what happened to me on the subway this morning. This guy was smiling at me and talking to me...”

“That’s very interesting.”

Bartholomew wasn’t sure what he was reading. Well, maybe it was singing. Right now it was just reading. His bored tone, unbeknownst to him, was rather fitting for the context of the song he was prefacing. As the lyrics continued, however, he was becoming more and more confused.

“Mmhmm, and he was being real friendly. I think he was coming onto me. Heh, I think he thought I was gay.”

“So, um, why are you telling me this, hmm? Why should I care? I don’t care. What did you have for lunch today?”

“Oh, you don’t have to get all defensive --”

“I’m not getting defensive. Oh, what do I care about some gay guy you met, okay, I am trying to read.” (Bartholomew spoke more plainly at this point, not really realizing the feeling that was supposed to go into the part.)

“Well, I didn’t mean anything by it, Rod. I just think this is something we should be able to talk about...”

“Yeah, well I do not want to talk about it, Nicky, this conversation is over.”

“Yeah, but Rod --”

“OVER!!” (He only got that because there was a cue that read “shouted”.)

Now he was a little alarmed. What exactly was this song talking about? Why was his part the defensive part (which he hadn’t read in a very defensive voice, earning a few chuckles from the audience)? He noticed the blonde was gesticulating in a silly manner, and that made him a little nervous too. This song seemed like it would be silly, but what sort of silly were they talking about? Bartholomew wasn’t the type for inappropriate humor, and it seemed that this song was rapidly approaching the inappropriate, or at least the inappropriate for school level of silly. The main part of the song, a bouncy melody started up and the blonde started singing.

“If you were gay...”

Bartholomew looked up at him sharply. His partner seemed to be having fun with this song. But he wasn’t... suggesting anything, was he? Bart hoped not. If he wasn’t, what was this strange song? He was already fairly sure that he didn’t like this song right now. It was confusing him, and making him a little uneasy. He didn’t have a problem with gay people, per say, he just wasn’t gay himself. The subject was just something he was a little more unfamiliar with, having come from a rural Indiana town. His family wasn’t for or against anything - they just skated around the topic as much as possible, and so to hear this...

“...that’d be ok.
I mean ‘cause hey, ha! I like you anyway.”

Bartholomew looked around to see if anyone else was confused. Or maybe it was just him. What was going on here?



Summary: Bartholomew read/sings his part, and is very confused about the meaning of the song. He wonders if Nick is suggesting something, and is a little uneasy about this. However, he has never heard this song, so he has no idea what's going on. He looks around to see if he's the only one confused.
Song Chosen: If You Were Gay by Avenue Q.
Comments: Olololololol. XDDD

[Midge Kirsten Dearivus]

Midge strolled into the Karaoke room and realized exactly what song was being (for lack of a better word; hollered) at the moment. She LOVED this song! For its pranking abilities of course. She scuttled over to a small girl nearby and whispered into her ear; "I'll pay you ten dollars if you whistle when I tap your shoulder." The girl looked her in the eyes and grinned. Understanding why and what, she nodded and turned back to the stage. The blond was just saying "Ha! I like you anyway-" when Midge nudged the girl. She went even farther than the whistle with a "Don't we all know it!" Loud enough for the whole crowd to hear. Midge giggled and high fived the girl. "This is gonna be too good," the girl laughed mischievously with her. "Keep your money."
Thanking her, Midge added a "W00T!" and clapped a bit.

[Nick Alaric]

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[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: FFF205]	[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: 000000]	[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: c627ff]	[atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: A7F2EB]	[atrb=style, width: 65px]	[atrb=style, height: 340px; background-color: FFF205; border: 4px dotted #000000; opacity: 0.59] Not a moment too soon, Nick parted his lips to begin singing, though how he managed to keep from constantly smiling was a mystery. "Because you see, if it were me~ I would feel free to say that I was gay, but I'm not gay." At this line, Nick draped his free arm over the underclassman's shoulders and pulled him close, just for a moment before letting him go as he finished the line. Oh the irony. Not that he was actually gay or anything. He just dressed rather... flamboyantly. As a whistle and shout were heard from the crowd, Nick found himself looking out and breaking the fourth wall once more, though he still sang. He knew the lyrics anyway. For a moment, confusion was written across his face before he pushed it away and replaced it with a smile. Perhaps it was Iori with her friend or something. With that in mind, he winked, knowing that she would see it. After settling that matter, he turned his back on the underclassman again as he spoke his line, taking a mental note that he wasn't half bad at this song. Maybe it was because he was actually awkward like the character. "Nicky, please! I am trying to read... What?!" "If you were queer, I'd still be here. Year after year because you're dear to me." Nick sauntered his way back to the center of the stage, circling Bart from behind before continuing on to the other side of the stage. "And I know that you would accept me too if I told you today 'Hey, guess what, I'm gay!' But I'm not gay." There was no denying the fact that Nick was having far too much fun with this.
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[Bartholomew B. Sauer]

Catcalls. He was getting catcalled. Good God.

Why on earth had he asked if it could get any worse? It was becoming worse and worse every time he blinked, it seemed like. The lights trained on him, the flamboyance of his signing partner, the stares (not to mention snickers, comments, and catcalls) of the audience, as well as the song in its entirety. Every second was permeating his brain with another moment that, if he wasn't living it, he would have never believed it would have happened. Things like this were supposed to happen to sitcom characters - not him!

Why? Just why was he here? Why did he have to go through this? Whatever I did, I'm sorry! Bartholomew prayed silently, desperately, his gaze flicking up to the ceiling. But he had to sing along. The more he sang, and the faster he sang, the sooner the whole experience would be over and he could go hide under the covers and never come out again.

"Ugh, Nicky! Nicky, I'm trying to read this book! Wait, I would?" He read his teleprompted lines in an irritated and rushed tone, which, unbeknownst to him was a very accurate tone to take for his part.

"High Toed Shoes, Pal Joey..."

"So what should it matter to me / What you do in bed with guys!"

Bartholomew's eyes widened in absolute horror. Now they had done it. That was it. It was the end. The wall had been broken. He stammered into the microphone, unable to disguise his horror and disgust. He didn't care that gay people existed and had relationships, just so long as he didn't have to watch, or talk about it...

"Nicky, that is WRONG!"

"No it's not! If you were gaaaay, I'd shout, 'HOORAY!'"

"I am not listening." Bartholomew literally put his fingers in his ears. He didn't want to hear anymore of this ridiculous, disgusting, scandalous song. If his mother knew he was here, he would have to clean out all the rotted fertilizer out of the barn. He did not want to be here any more.



Summary: Bart = horrified and confused. xP Suuuuuuuper lazy.
Song Chosen: If You Were Gay by Avenue Q.
Comments: Super late, but so many lulz! ;D