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Thranduil and Josie Ch. 120- Black Friday

Summary: The Seelie Queen mandates an invitation. Josie dreams of a sinister serpent. She and Legolas speak of the dream and the Queen. Josie's gets a warning. She demands answers from Narcisse and has choice words for him as well. Garrett bears his heart and soul. Legolas and Josie gain another attendee to their outing. The sky turns black as the Elvenking plays a deadly tune.

*Warnings* Angst, language, violence

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Nov. 25

3 am.

"Why are you here Amara?" Legolas asked the Seelie Queen, a very well known faerie and ruler of the Seelie Court. To address her by her name was considered an honor and a privilege which was given to Legolas long ago because Amara had always been sweet on him., although the feeling was not mutual.

Faeries were never to be trusted, especially Amara. As beautiful as she was in her false younger image with long scarlet hair and ice blue eyes, she was thousands of years old and had an extremely dark and wicked side who had a proclivity for games and trickery....and knew people's deep dark secrets among other things. She could not lie though. If she ever did, it was because she perceived something to be true.

Her magical realm lied within the forest but it wasn't a place one could easily access, for a portal must be used in which only few knew where those were, Legolas being one....and if one ever dared to enter, great caution and care must be adhered when it came to nature, for the Seelie Queen had a great love for it and could speak to the trees, birds and bees as they to her. One didn't dare harm a fly in her world, not even by accident.

Amara stood at the forest's edge by an abandoned campfire.

"Legolas, I know it was not you who left this fire unattended so close to the trees, as you respect nature just as I do. What a tragedy it would be for them to be set ablaze by foolish carelessness. They are frightened, I can hear them."

Legolas offered a reluctant bow of frustration and began kicking dirt over the flames to please her. He did not fear Amara but certainly did not want or need her as an enemy.

"Respectfully Amara, I ask again, why have you come? I have things to tend to."

"You mean the one you are in love with? I saw you kissing her. The Queen of Mirkwood yes? Quite beautiful, red hair and blue eyes like mine. Such a shame for what has happened to her King, your father. I am sorry for your loss Legolas."

The jealousy reeked out of her through her passive aggressive tone and words.

"Amara...please. You were also seen at Chateau de Lioncourt. Why are you following us?"

"I am not following anyone but you. Biding my time, waiting for the right time to speak with you alone without all the chaos. I have come to invite you to a luncheon gathering. You may bring the girl. I would like to get to know her better. You know the way. I will see you both this day at high noon sharp. Do not disappoint me Legolas. We have much catching up to do."

Before Legolas could respond, she was gone. He closed his eyes and released a loud exasperated sigh, then returned to the party.

7 am

Violin music echoed through your dream. A tune that was very familiar but you couldn't place where you had heard it before and you couldn't see where it was coming from, for all was complete darkness. You then heard a snorting sound and there in front of you, an eye opened. A dragon's eye.

You jumped from your sleep so hard that you fell out of bed, knocking the lamp off of the stand and just sat there panting as you held your chest.

"Miss Josie, are you alright?!!" Lola said in panic as she was awakened by the crash.

"Yes..." you exhaled in relief. "I..I was just dreaming again."

Legolas came bursting in as he had heard it from across the hall.

"Josie! What has happened??"

Now Leean was crying so you rushed to her and picked her up.

"It is fine Legolas, I am alright. I just stupidly fell out of bed from another dream." you explained as you lightly bounced Leean and patted her bottom to calm her.

"Lola...would you mind giving Josie and I a moment."

"Certainly Prince..I mean King Legolas. I will go gather a breakfast tray for you both....That is...if you will be staying?"

You and Legolas both stared at each other, remembering the kiss from last night and his admission of love for you.

"Yes, Lola. Legolas will be staying, won't you?"

"Of course. If that is what you wish my lady."

"It is." you replied, your gaze still fixed in his eyes.

Lola noticed the tension and quickly exited.

You turned away from Legolas and offered your breast to Leean who immediately latched right on, then you draped a cloth over your shoulder to cover her while you spoke to Legolas.

"Do you remember your dream?"

"I do...and as usual, it makes no sense. Legolas...it was a dragon and....there was a song playing...a violin...I know I have heard it before. Why...why on earth would I dream of such a thing? Smaug is dead."

The look upon his face drastically changed to that of worry.

"There are many other dragons of the north and there is only one tune that will summon them which no one dares to play. It is the one my father played in Laketown."

"Oh my god...I...I remember now. But...why Leggy, why am I dreaming of it?"

"I do not know my lady, but it can mean nothing good. I will send word for it to be looked into in case Jareth is involved and possibly planning an attack."

Your heart sank into your stomach at his words and he noticed your fear. He came to you an placed his hand on your cheek.

"I will let no harm come to you. Not as long as I breathe. Please, Josie. Change your mind and come back to Mirkwood with me. Let me protect you and Leean."

"Legolas....I...it's not that I do not want to. You know why I cannot. Like you said last night, the grief is all too near. I cannot face the memories. It will break me. Come to Lorien with us. Haldir would never have a problem with that."

"He may now after last night's exchange of words."

"Legolas...you and he quarrel all the time and then make right up."

"This is different Josie, because of what it was about. If it were not for his interference, you would not know about my father and Tauriel."

"Were you really going to harbor that secret forever Legolas? I have every right to know about it."

"Yes..I was. If it meant sparing you more pain. I will not change my mind. You did not need to know about it. Look what it has done to you."

"Legolas...I...I do not want to go to Lorien without you. I...I do not want to be without you. I will miss you too much. I even miss you now that you are not staying in my room and you are only across the hall. Please...Legolas, I do not want you to go."

Your words took him aback. He wiped your tears and looked into your eyes so lovingly.

"I must go back. You know why. I have much responsibility now. Once I have things under control...I will come to you. I promise you. In the meantime...we have been invited to a luncheon this afternoon. I would rather not go but, to keep any added grief at bay, I must."

"Legolas? What is going on?"

"The Seelie Queen was here last night, after you went inside."

"You mean...the person I saw at Lestat's that looks like a child?"

"That would be the one...and only. You must never say such a thing in her presence or...make fun of her height. Her image is a disguise, for she is quite old and very dangerous if provoked."

"Then why on god's earth would you go? or want me to go?"

"For the reasons I just explained. To keep her happy."

"Ok?? Well...what does she even want?"

Legolas clammed up as his eyes fell.

"Oh no...Leggy? She...she wants...you?"

He cringed at your words. "Please do not say that out loud ever again. It does unpleasurable things to my body."

You giggled. "Oh...sorry. Well...I guess we are going then. Maybe if I am there with you, she will back off of you? I could...pretend to be your...girlfriend?"

Legolas turned a rosy shade and smiled. "No...that would not be wise Josie, for she knows things. She knows a heart's true desire for she knows mine and I think that is why she wants you to come."

"Umm, wouldn't that mean I could be in danger? If she is jealous?"

"No, she will not harm you. And if she dare tried, I would kill her where she stood. I believe she only wants to study you, to learn more about you and why I..." Legolas then paused.

"Why you...love me?" you whispered and looked away.

Lola then came in with the food, saving Legolas from having to speak about last night's confession.

You quickly turned and tucked your breast back in since Leean was now full and sleeping.

You all sat down and ate and then Legolas said that he was going to go speak with Haldir about your dream and to inform him of where you and he would be later today.

"Lola....as Legolas said, he and I will be leaving for short time later. I am going to go bathe now."

As you relaxed in the water, your mind began to drift...again to Garrett. You kept asking yourself why. Was it because of how deeply he hurt you and that he even had the power to do so? Or how he cried and sincerely pleaded for you to forgive him? or was it something more?

"Ugh!!" you huffed and began brushing your wet hair. In your frustration, you dropped the brush into the water. Upon feeling around for it, your hand came across something solid and rubbery. You picked it up only to find that you were holding a dead rat by it's tail. You screamed and threw it across the room. Something metal came out of it and clinked onto the floor.

You barged into Narcisse's chambers who was sitting at his desk working. He could tell from your demeanor something had happed.

"I am going to strangle Catherine!"

"Jo... why, what has happened?" he asked with an almost grin at how adorable he thought you were when angry.

"There was a rat in my bath!!"

"Well, not even the house of a King is immune to a rodent infestation."

"Oh, is that so? Well do rats usually have notes of warning in their vile little mouths?" you snapped and handed him the metal container.

"One rat down, two to go....but Catherine is in the city? She left early this morning."

"She could have done it last night during the party! She kept glaring at me every time I saw her! And I also noticed before I left my room just now that my spell book is missing!"

Narcisse now began to wonder.

"She killed your horse for christ's sake. All because of me from the way you made it sound so Is this so hard to believe? Who's the other two rats? Haldir and Legolas? I swear to god if she hurts either of them, I will kill her myself! She obviously has it out for me and now is threatening the ones I love also?"

"I swore that I would protect you and that's why I have asked you to leave. When I find her, she will answer for this!"

"And how do you propose to do that when you just let her walk around here doing as she pleases as if it is her castle?! I should not be the one leaving, it should be her! It is not safe for me to travel as far as Lorien right now but I am being forced to because you are to chicken shit to stand up to her!"

"You're a warlock Stephane Narcisse. For fucks sake, act like one!" you reeled and stormed out leaving Narcisse speechless. He has had his ass handed to him many times by women but it never bothered him until now...until you.

You were all ready to go when a voice entered your mind. Garrett's.

"Lola...when Legolas comes to get me, will you tell him I am down by the bay? I have to take care of something."

She nodded and you left to see what Garrett was doing here.

He was sitting on a rock by the forest's edge and the closer you got, you couldn't believe your eyes. His hair was slicked back and his beard all nicely trimmed....and his eyes, they were his natural soft blue. You had always thought he was very beautiful, but this look was so overwhelming that you almost forgot you were mad at him.

"Garrett? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I guess you're just such a big part of my life. You're the only person I want to spend time with even if we're bad for one another so...."

"You mean that you're bad for me..." you blatantly blurted out, cutting him off.

"I think about that... and you all the time and um but I can't eat or sleep, and I know I fucked up but I changed for you and it's just a mind boggling problem to me and I..I..I can't think of anything else or another person in the world besides you..."

"Garrett...shut up....you're rambling."

"Yeah...you're right...I..I just want to fix this. I...I don't want to lose you Josephine. I'm scared I'll lose me if I lose you...because you're the one that brought the real me back and this me, this is the me you like...well, you used to like...god I hope you still like somewhere inside of you...please tell me you still do, please tell me what to do..."

His eyes were tearing up and he was breaking your heart because this expressing his feelings thing was something he did not do. You walked up to him and placed your hands on his cheeks.

"Garrett...shhhhh..." you said, laying your thumb over his cool lips. "We can talk about this later but right now...you need to go. You cannot be here when Legolas comes out."

He peered up at you with the eyes of a puppy.

"You...you didn't tell him...did you?"

"Of course not. It's...it's really none of his business...just ours. But...he and I..we have plans and..."

"Oh...you mean like...a date?" Garrett asked in a soft, sad, and shocked tone.

"No Garrett, I mean, well...it's a lunch...with the Seelie Queen and I'm already distracted enough over it and you're not helping here being all in your emotions. Please just go."

"Wait...you mean the creepy chic we saw at Lestat's that looks like a 12 year old and just stood there watching us like Annabelle?"

"That would be the one." you said with a light grin in response to his description of her.

"No..No way. I am going with you. I can be added back up in case she goes all Chucky on you. You know it is a wise choice."

Garrett! You cannot go! Legolas will..."

"I will what?" Legolas said as he came up behind you. "What's are you doing here?" he sarcastically said as he glared at Garrett.

"Oh, nice to see you too. Still as ungrateful as ever I see. You'd would have been fish food if it weren't for me. I'm joining your date."

"No you are not. You were not invited."

"I already told him that." you explained.

"But then I pointed out that you can never have enough back up. You've seen my fighting skills first hand." Garrett added with a confident grin.

"There will be no fighting. If you hurt anyone in the Queen's realm, she has every right to hurt you. This is a sensitive gathering. It takes a certain charm with her." Legolas adamantly huffed.

"Well, I'll have you know I was elected vice president in the eighth grade and you do not win an election without charm so..."

Garrett's charm was definitely one of his greater characteristics and you couldn't help but smile at him for his remark.

"Garrett, this isn't middle school. Anything involving the Seelie Queen should be considered life or death."

"Have you been to middle school?" Garrett asked Legolas, then looked at you and laughed.

You couldn't help it and laughed too, finding it harder and harder to remain pissed at Garrett. He was like that friend in school that you knew better than to look at in a serious moment.

Legolas's jaw grinded as he tried to remain calm.

"Seelies have the beauty of angels and the viciousness of demons. Those opposing qualities makes them unpredictable. A vampire such as yourself, or werewolves for example, would attack head on, but Seelies want to trick you into your own self destruction."

"That's a little dramatic don't you think? I mean, aren't Seelies like woodland hippies who eat berries and ants?' Garrett joked.

"She is really no different than Jareth if you wish to get technical."

"And who saved Josephine from him at Lestat's? If she is this dangerous, why in the hell would you take Josephine there?? And why are you even going for that matter?"

"If I decline, it will be considered an insult to her and I do not want added trouble here. She made it clear she wanted Josie there."

"Then I am going and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Legolas, you're not going to get him to change his mind. We need to go so we're not late. Where's the entrance?"

"Thranduil! Will you slow down!" Raven shouted as she chased the Elvenking up the mountain for over an hour now. "This would be so much easier and faster, and even safer if you would just let me fly you up....or even out of here now! Why do you need that damn violin??"

He spun around, startling her to a skidded stop.

"I have made myself more than clear that you will never lay your hands of filth upon me again."

"Great, so your Kingly pride is going to get us both killed. There are many goblins here or do you have brain damage on top of the fact that you have no powers right now or weapons??!! You are a lion with no claws and Jareth could be coming any minute!"

He walked right up to her, towering over her by a sure foot, maybe more and leered down at her, making her gulp.

"I suggest you refrain your tongue before you find out just how sharp my teeth are. Once I have the violin, I assure you, Jareth and his mutant minions will be the least of our worries." Thranduil roared and continued on his way.

"Mrrrowww. Someone needs a distemper shot." Raven muttered and followed him at a safe distance.

They finally reached the visual half of Jareth's castle on top of his deathly labyrinth and Raven led Thranduil in a remote back entrance that she always used due to it's lack of guard. Nearby was the room Thranduil was held in when he was first brought there and it also held his armor and twin swords that he had worn when Caroline disabled him.

"There...behind the stone wall." Raven pointed and whispered.

Thranduil's eyes lit up for the first time in the month he had been there when he saw his swords. He was taken aback when he picked up his armor by seeing his dried blood on it from Caroline stabbing him. It all seemed so long ago to him, but he knew for you, the grief was all too near. He closed his eyes in pain of the suffering you had endured because of her and vowed to come home to you.

"I will come home to you my love. I know you have no reason to believe that, but soon, I will find you and our daughter and take away all your pain and we can finally be a family. I love you my sweet girl. Wait for me." Thranduil whispered in his mind as a tear trickled down his cheek.

Raven's breath was taken away as Thranduil made his entrance in full armor and his swords in each hand. The Elvenking was back...mostly. Although the lembas, wine and healing water Raven had given him from Lorien had aided him, he still was not fully healed, for the evil of Jareth's realm was siphoning it back out faster than his body could absorb it...and he knew this, which is why he must obtain the violin to help him escape the depths of hell.

"Bring forth to me this violin...and Jareth will suffer the consequences."

Thranduil's eyes held something in them that shocked Raven to her core. Fear. For the Elvenking feared nothing or no one...and she did not understand what could possibly spark an emotion the almighty elven warrior was incapable of feeling, but she soon would.

His fear mostly derived from trying to survive what he was about to unleash and making his way back to you, for he has fought it before and paid a painful price, costing him that of his parents and scarring him for life, both physically and emotionally. What he would summon, he would have no control over once the deed was done as he too, would become the enemy in the reign of fire.

"Thranduil! In here!" Raven loudly whispered as she entered a bedroom chamber that was fit for a woman and it certainly was not Raven's style.

Thranduil had a good inkling of whom it belonged to from past dealings in the goblin realm many centuries ago. Ravenna was his first and only thought, Jareth's wicked witch queen, in which that she certainly was...wicked....wicked as they come....but he was unaware of Freya...Jareth's little sister, in which the violin actually belonged to. Playing a witch's violin could mark him for future trouble, but it was a risk he had to take and would deal with the consequences later.

"Where is Ravenna?" Thranduil asked as he cautiously eyed his surroundings.

"Who?" Raven asked in a bewildered reply.

Thranduil then chuckled. "Oh...you do not know of her? That is of no surprise. And here you thought you were Jareth's one and only love. Ravenna is his Queen. Obviously she has not been present for awhile or you would have been a pile of ash long ago like you should have been. How ironic, the similarities in yours and her name."

Thranduil's sarcasm was quite detailed and overly ecstatic, pissing Raven off.

"Just what are you implying sprite!?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you girl? It looks like I will not have to kill you after all. If Jareth don't find you, Ravenna certainly will....for she is someone who will make you wish it was really you that Viktor beheaded 9 years ago."

Thranduil picked up the violin and bow, then headed out with a smug smirk as Raven stood in shock, then took off to catch up with him.

As she came out the back entrance, Thranduil stood with the violin under his chin and his finngers and the bow on the strings.

"Wait! Thranduil....what is going to happen??"

"Hell on earth." Thranduil flatly stated and began to play.

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Raven's eyes widened as the wicked tune played and soon, she felt something more malevolent than Jareth could ever be as her head whipped to the north. A gush of wind came rolling through the forest that carried a scent of death.

Thranduil played faster and faster with his eyes closed and lips pursed. His eyes suddenly opened, fully dilated with a ring of ice blue circling his pupils, resembling an eclipse as he stared at the sky continuing the ominous tune like a mad conductor of an orchestra.

Raven began to tremble as she now knew what was coming. Her eyes turned a blazing amber as she observed the oncoming threat.

"Thranduil!! Are you crazy??!!!" she shouted at him but he kept stroking the violin as if he were making crazy passionate love to it.

A sound of what could be described as thunder arose from behind the castle's spires....and soon a vision that blackened the sky made Raven gasp erratically.

"Dragons...you summoned fucking dragons....I would rather face Jareth!!"

"I can help you with that." Thranduil coldly stated.

"What?' Raven asked as she turned to him. A blinding atrocious pain blasted through her head as Thranduil swung the violin, splitting the musical instrument in two and knocking her out cold.

He then threw the bow on top of her limp body as he grinned, then drew his swords and marched off away from the castle, knowing the serpents of the north were going to burn Jareth's entire kingdom to the ground in a matter of minutes....which is all he had to flee the area.

"I am coming my love. Your King is coming home to you."

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shadowthestoryteller · 1 year

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FNF Ch. 7 Back at It Again with the Popcorn PoV

This story really jumps all over the place with PoVs, doesn't it? But considering how many characters are roamin' around, is it really surprising? Ch 8 is more of the same, so y'all have that to look forward to! This Obi-Wan PoV almost was in Ch 6 but after some very stressful rearranging it is now in a separate chapter. We also get a one on one Cross and Shadow talk, with some small hints at events in TtFR! Sorry about the eye, Cross.

As always, all Patrons get chapters two weeks early! Big thanks to patrons Jesse, Dragon, and Lil!

CW: Authority trauma mention, subtle sexual humor, mentions of past physical abuse.

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Interrogation? Is that really what the Realm Walker thought of him? Of the Order?

Based on Cody’s description of Shadow, Obi-Wan expected a timid fighter who preferred to avoid conflict. Shadow was… not exactly timid. A bit of a spitfire if anything. Sharp tongued and defensive, he understood why Cody felt a degree of animosity towards them but he also could respect Shadow’s mistrust.

The Order and the Republic were… not always right.

Shadow was… a bit rough, to be sure, but no worse than Anakin. Or even Ahsoka when the Togruta teen was younger. But, oddly enough, Obi-Wan found he didn’t mind the snarky attitude even if the Realm Walker frustrated him. That was not to say they did not worry him. Their emotions swirled in a violent whirlpool through the Force; anger, excitement, fear, worry, protectiveness. The sheer intensity of emotions from one so powerful alarmed him, but Shadow was more compromising than he expected. As long as he respected them, and did not threaten them nor their team, Shadow’s mood remained stable.

A comforting and reassuring discovery that he eagerly shared with the Council.

“Shadow was cooperative, then?” Master Windu asked.

“I would not use cooperative, but they seemed open to conversation as long as they were not forced to do anything,” Obi-Wan replied. “Agreeable, even.”

“Hmmm. A problem, do you see them becoming?”

“Certainly not anytime soon. They refused to share anything about the future, as Cody warned, but I did not want to press them and cause them to shut down.”

“Are they as hostile as Commander Cody suggested?”

“Not at all. I am uncertain of the specifics of their altercation, but Shadow did not attack him on sight so it may not have been as terrible as we feared.”

“Why have they called you to Naboo?”

“They rescued Corporal Echo, and now seek a week of leave for both him and Corporal Fives.”

Master Windu and Master Yoda exchanged shocked glances. “Rescued Corporal Echo? Was he not declared killed in action by the same explosion that took out your rescue shuttle on Lola Sayu?”

“Yes. But while burned and sadly missing his legs below the thighs, Corporal Echo is very much alive. Shadow spoke of some terrible fate befalling him in what I assume to be the original timeline, hence their anger with the Skakoan scientist.”

“Know the future then, they do?”

“It certainly seems that way. They were not eager to share what they knew, and frequently expressed distrust of the Council and Order as a whole. But they were open to speaking with us in exchange for the two troopers’ week of leave.”

“Are they a flight risk?”

“Not at all. They do want to be involved in keeping troopers alive, that much is certain. Cody has also revealed that they are particularly fond of Captain Rex and the 501st.”

“Yet they will not cooperate with the Council?”

“They appear to have suffered authority trauma in the past, and while I did not pry it seemed quite severe. Enough to make them wary of anyone who holds a rank of any sort”

“Caused by your commander?”

“I believe the issue runs deeper, given Shadow’s tolerance of Cody. He is not the primary cause, I wager. But I did not press the matter in case it backfired.”

“A wise call,” Master Windu agreed. “When they come back with you, we may be able to put some of their worries to rest.”

“Should I confirm the week of leave for the men, then?”

“Yes. May the Force be with you.”

The Force better be with him, because stars above would he need it.

Realm Walkers weren’t even supposed to be real, and yet one was out in the galaxy getting very entangled with many people close to Obi-Wan. Did they know of Anakin’s prophecy? They must have known of the war’s outcome, so would they also know the fate of Obi-Wan’s former padawan?

Walking back to the transport with Cody and Rex, Obi-Wan waited until they were out of earshot of the commando group then turned to the latter. “Captain.”

“Yes, sir?”

“If I may ask, what did you and Shadow speak about? Were you successful in your talk?”

Rex remained quiet for a moment, glancing over his shoulder. “They… were concerned about sharing what they knew due to fear of a mole within the ranks, although they didn’t spill on who it was.”

Another insider threat? Wonderful. Just what they needed.

“Ah. So no success?”

“Not exactly, sir. They agreed to tell me, or at least what they could.”

“They’ll probably swear you to secrecy,” Cody grumbled.

Obi-Wan thought for a moment. While the lack of information would certainly hamper the Republic going forward, it would be far better to have at least one person outside of Shadow’s immediate circle aware of what lay ahead. Not to mention the progress made with the Realm Walker if their trust was built up. To see that one person from the Republic could be trusted may, in time, persuade them to trust others from the Republic. Perhaps, even, members of the Council.

So long as the Council did not house the mole Shadow feared.

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2020-21 Program Music Choices

Pairs

Kirsten Moore-Towers / Michael Marinaro (CAN) will be reusing their 2019-2020 free skate.

Audrey Lu / Misha Mitrofanov (USA) - FS: “Ancient Lands” by Roman Hardiman

Daria Pavlichenko / Denis Khodykin (RUS) - FS: "The Black Swan" soundtrack, Choroegraphy by Alexander Zhulin.

Alina Pepeleva & Roman Pleshkov (RUS) - SP: "Io Ci Saro" by Andrea Bocelli (debuted at Russian Cup Final); They will be reusing their free program from the previous season.

Katie McBeath/Nathan Bartholomay (USA) - FS: "The Blower’s Daughter" performed by Christina Aguilera & Chris Mann, Choreography by Cindy Stuart

Men

Vincent Zhou (USA) will be reusing his 2018-2019 free skate.

Yaroslav Paniot (USA) will be reusing his 2020-2021 free skate.

Keiji Tanaka (JPN) - SP: BGM "11170 CH edition 0706" Shin Evangelion Theatrical Version

Mark Kondratiuk (RUS) - SP: Jesus Christ Superstar

Lucas Tsyuoshi Honda (JPN) - FS: "Blues for Klook" by Eddy Louiss / "The Prophet" by Gary Moore. He will be reusing his his 2020-2021 short program.

Vladimir Litvinsev (AZE) - SP: Rachmaninoff's Prelude in C-sharp minor ("Bells of Moscow"), Choreography by Sergei Rozanov

Koshiro Shimada (JPN) - SP: “Giving Up” by Donny Hathaway; FP- Charlie Chaplin Medley (including “Limelight” and “Smile”); Both with choreography by Stephane Lambiel

Sihyeong Lee (KOR) - SP: Polovtsian Dances from ‘Prince Igor’; Choreography by Yeaji Shin

Matthew Markell (CAN) - SP: “Per Te” by Josh Groban. He is doing his own choreography.

Roman Sadovsky (CAN) - FS: “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol, Arranged by Maxine Rodriguez, Choreography by Mark Pillay

Conrad Orzel (CAN) - FS: “Who Wants to Live Forever” by Queen, Choreography by Jeffrey Buttle

Nikolaj Majorov (SWE) - SP: “Sound of Silence” by Disturbed; FP is to a martial arts theme.

Alexei Erokhov (RUS) - SP: "Fallin' " by Alicia Keys, performed by Nicola Cavallaro

Adam Siao Him Fa (FRA) - FP: Daft Punk Medley

Leonid Sviridenko (RUS) - SP: "Sturm I: Fear" by Dardust

Ilya Yablokov (RUS) - FS: "Walk Away" by Maxime Rodriguez and Xavier Mortimer

Eric Sjoberg (USA) - FS: Interstellar Soundtrack, Choreography by Misha Ge

Artur Danielian (RUS) - FS: Scheherazade

Nam Nguyen (CAN) will be reusing his free from the 2020-2021 season.

Ice Dance

Eva Pate / Logan Bye (USA) - FD: The Hunger Games Soundtrack

Charlene Guignard / Marco Fabbri (ITA), Natalia Kaliszek / Maskim Spodyriev (POL) and Elizaveta Shanaeva / Devid Naryzhnyy (RUS) will be reusing their 2020-2021 free dances.

Molly Lanaghan / Dmitre Razgulajevs (CAN) - RD: “Spice Girls”; FD: Tango

Loïcia Demougeot & Théo Le Mercier (FRA) FD: "Lonlon (Ravel’s Bolero)" by Angelique Kidjo, Coreography by Benoit Richaud

Ladies

Anastasia Arkipova (UKR) - SP: “Entre tu amor”

Ayaka Hosoda (JPN) - SP: "Leyenda" (Flamenco); Choreography by Misha Ge

Yeonjeong Park (KOR) - SP: Ballade No.by Chopin, Coregraphy by David Wilson; FP: Hymne A L'amour, Coregraphy by Pasquale Camerlengo

Starr Andrews (USA) - SP: “At Last” by Etta James; FP: “Bigger” / “At Last” by Beyonce; Both with Choreography by Derrick Delmore

Violeta Ushakova (USA) - FP: “Circles”, Coreography by Olga Ganicheva

Amber Glenn - FP: “Rain In Your Black Eyes” Ezio Bosso, Remixed & Choreographed by Misha Ge

Rika Kihira will be reusing her short program from the 2020-2021 season.

Anastasia Guliakova (RUS) - FS: "Don't Say You Do" / "Real Boy" by Lola Blanc, Coreography by Tatiana Prokofieva

Audrey Shin (USA) FS: Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven, Choreography by Drew Meekins

Madeline Schizas (CAN) - SP: "My Sweet and Tender Beast" waltz (female vocal version) by Eugen Doga, Coreography by Asher Hill

Alexandra Feigin (BUL) - SP: Charlie Chaplin; FP: Firebird; Coreography by Nikita Mikhailov

Ekaterina Ryabova (AZE) is keeping her short program from the previous season.

Mia Kalin (USA) - SP: "Waltz of the Flowers" from The Nutcracker by Pyotr Tchaikovsky

Stanislava Konstantinova (RUS) - FS: My Love, The Devil You Know by Kovacs; "Take The Lead Tango" by Bonnie Greenburg

Alexia Paganini (SUI) - SP: "La Cumparsita" by Gerardo Matos Rodriguez and Gerardo Matos Rodriguez

Mariah Bell (USA) - SP: Music from Chromatica by Lady Gaga, Choreography by Cordero Zuckerman; FP: Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell, Choreography by Shae-Lynn Bourne

Karen Chen (USA) is keeping her free program from last season.

Eliska Brezinova (CZE) - SP: "Sweet Dreams" by Eurythmics, Coreography by Misha Ge

Shan Lin (Ashley Lin) CHN - FS: "Papa Can You Hear Me?" performed by Barbra Streisand, Choreography by Lori Nichol

#figure skating #pairs skating #ice dancing #program music choices

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nickireadstfc · 6 years

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The King’s Men, Chapter 13 – WHAT THE FUCK, Pt. 2

In which Neil’s father happens.

Sounds good? Who are we kidding. It’s time for Nicki to read The King’s Men.

So.

We finally made it here after all, huh?

Glad you’ve come around to watch the show, friends. Gather round, sit down with a blanket and a book to clutch, and get ready for literal hell.

Our boy has been running from this for two and a half books, and now he’s finally – unfortunately – made it. Neil has stopped running, has stopped hiding, has shed his lies and his disguises and even his name, and has overall wished his life goodbye.

Except, well.

We, of course, have not.

Let’s go.

Lola had lined the back of his hand with crosshatches and burned angry circles into his knuckles. Another burn mark stained the tender flesh between his thumb and index finger. The burns were starting to ooze, but dried blood smothered most of the mess.

Holy shit.

My non-native English speaking ass had to look up what crosshatch is, and yeah, Lola essentially cut Neil’s (Nathaniel’s?) hand up into a nice argyle pattern.

What the fuck. #deathoutforlolamalcolm

(Thank you to permanentchaos for this gem of a hashtag.)

He was in the cellar, which meant they’d come in through the garage. An underground tunnel led from one to the other, installed for the sole purpose of moving the occasional body.

Natch.

Fucking natch that this man would have a BODY MOVING TUNNEL.

The Extra™ runs in the family, apparently.

Nathaniel and his mother had escaped through it nine years ago. It was only fitting that he was returned home the same way.

Okay, nice. That’s some good ass poetic symmetry right there folks.

I’m in a state of anxiety and dread right now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate some sweet sweet writing.

Nathaniel brandished his hands at [Lola]. “These are going to get infected if I don’t clean them soon.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you.”

“You’re not me,” Nathaniel said, and got to his feet.

Glad to see that Nathaniel is as much of a sassy shit as Neil was.

I’m not kidding, this had been an actual concern of mine.

However, my tiny flicker of enjoyment of this scene is quickly dissolved as things developed and they had to develop – we meet The Man™.

Mr Chop Chop himself, Nathan Wesninski, has entered the room, accompanied by his bodyguard Arnold Schwarzenegger, Evil Edition.

Oh boy.

“On your feet,” Nathan said. (…) “You know better than to sit in my presence.”

Nathaniel told himself to stay put, but he was already getting up.

Heck nope.

Just this bit right here already tells us so much about this character and the power dominance in his relationship to Nathaniel, and those are legit his first few lines.

Nathaniel has been so conditioned to follow his father’s orders that he literally can’t not do it. Jesus fuck.

Bless you (but also curse you), Nora, for always introducing characters so spot on.

“My son,” Nathan said. “My greatest disappointment in life. Where is my second greatest?”

“Mom is dead,” Nathaniel said.

Holy sHIT.

“My second greatest”, can Nora STOP WRITING SUCH GOOD VILLIANS.

This is a+ wording right there.

I am very, very quickly eating my words about my appreciation of Nathan’s character as he shares some of his, well, fantasies. And not the sexy kind.

(Although I would have a similarly repulsed reaction to hearing Nathan Wesninski’s sexual fantasies, thank you very much.)

“I’m indecisive. I might skin you alive. I might take you apart one inch at a time and cauterize the wounds. I think no matter what I choose we are going to start by slicing the tendons in your legs.”

Any other time, I would have called him out for being ~Dramatic~, but after what Lola did to Nathaniel in the car and how much she was not overstating her cruelty, I’m kinda fucking terrified.

And mind you, Lola is supposed to be the watered down version of Mr Chop Chop.

Where do I sign up for an exit program right the fuck now.

“Fuck you,” Nathaniel spat at him, voice sharp with horror.

Glad to see Nathaniel keeping up the Brand™ even in this time of stress.

And by glad I mean absolutely peeing myself in fear.

Metal flashed a scarce inch from [Nathaniel’s] face as Nathan took a swing with the axe.

And with that, Nathaniel’s father, his gang, his cleaver and his axe set to doing good on their word.

All of this is of course very reminiscent of Neil’s scar-inducing trip to Evermore in The Raven King, except in TRK most of the torture done to him was off-screen, whereas here it is very fucking not so.

I am attributing it solely to my dad exposing me to violent action movies at a young age that I did not get sick reading this.

This is an 18+ book, folks. And in all seriousness, I feel like there should have been a warning about that somewhere.

I am sparing y’all the descriptions of the following pages because you’ve already been through it once already, but.

Please know that this is the most explicitly violent, brutal and terrifying shit that has gone down in this entire series so far (and also, I hope, ever.)

“We’ll slit your ankles, then your knees,” Nathan told Nathaniel. “And if you try to crawl away I will take your arms from you too.”

Literally HOW IS THIS MAN REAL.

(He’s not. He’s fictional. I know that. Shut up.)

HOW DOES SOMEONE DO SHIT LIKE THIS. HOW DOES SOMEONE DO SHIT LIKE THIS TO THEIR OWN SON.

I’m quitting. I am the fuck OUT.

Nice knowing y’all, but I am deleting this account, see y’all nev–

“Lola,” Nathan said, but he didn’t get to finish.

The cellar door opened from the outside, and a swarm of strangers came in shooting.

Wait, what.

Oh SHIT.

STUART’S HERE, the badass distant uncle has come to save the day.

Does this feel a little ex machina? Yes.

Do I care? Absolutely the fuck not, because now my boy Nathaniel gets to live another day with both of his legs intact.

Nathan was kneeling in the middle of the room with four guns aimed at his head. He started to get to his feet, but someone knocked him back down with the butt of a rifle.

Now that’s what I like to see, folks.

Hit that fucker.

“How dare you,” Nathan said savagely. “You defy Moriyama by coming here and killing my men. You are a dead man walking. You don’t have the power to–“

Stuart didn’t let him finish. Nathan’s body jerked as two bullets punched holes into his chest.

NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL QUALITY CONTENT.

HECK YEAAAHHHHHHH.

When his father is killed, though, Nathaniel has an interesting experience:

That wrenching feeling in his chest wasn’t grief, but a need so fierce Nathaniel thought it would kill him. (…) He couldn’t breathe, much less explain the terrifying exhilaration.

Sounds to me like he’s experiencing Wanting To Have Killed Daddy Himself, but I could be wrong?

Could also be relief, if you consider that Nathaniel legit spent over half of his life running from that guy.

I am mildly confused here as to whether this is what Nora means or if we’re not supposed to understand this feeling either and it’ll be revealed/explained later.

If anyone has anything (spoiler-free) to offer on this, hit me up.

Moving on – Stuart Ex Machina gets Nathaniel out of the house and hands him right over to the FBI, which is at least better than the Torture Cellar of Hell.

“My name is Nathaniel Wesninski,” he said, “and my father is dead.”

HECK YEAH.

Tattoo this sentence on my forehead, please and thank you.

We’ve been waiting for this for TWO AND A HALF BOOKS, I lowkey can’t believe we’re finally here.

This new development is also pretty okay by Nathaniel (and me), seeing as it’ll finally provide him with some good good medical attention.

Oh, and also opportunities to be a sassy shit.

“Are you going to be a problem for us?”

Nathaniel struggled to look up and focus on the man’s face. “I’ve been a problem for nineteen years. I’m too tired to be one tonight.”

I love this boy, whether Neil or Nathaniel or whoever.

Said boy then – understandably – passes the fuck out, and wakes again in a place where I wished he would have been approximately fifty times those past two and a half books:

A goddamn hospital, getting himself goddamn patched up.

Oh, also the feds are here.

Oh, also he’s kind of under arrest.

What can you do.

“We’ve got a string of offenses we could charge you with, starting with the fake IDs in your wallet and escalating to your mother’s current whereabouts. Just let us know if we’ve got to play hardball.”

Nathaniel made a rude noise. “You couldn’t at least use an Exy idiom?”

I am CACKLING.

This absolute NERD.

„Yes officer, you have me arrested, but gosh fuckin darnit honor the might Exy, will you.”

Nathaniel, despite what he said to them last night, continues being A Problem for the FBI, answering only the minimum of questions and then turning to repeating pretty much one phrase, despite what the feds try to bribe/threaten him with:

“I want to see my teammates.”

Fucking iconic.

Oh yeah, also said teammates have been brought in for questioning and now know everything about Nathaniel’s dirty gritty backstory. Oops.

I doubt they will care, but apparently the FBI does not share my opinion.

“You’re wrong,” Nathaniel said. “They can’t leave without Andrew, and Andrew won’t go anywhere until he talks to me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do.”

HECK YES HE DOES.

Andrew will absolutely rip him a new one for hiding all this shit from him, but I’ll be damned if he won’t activate heaven and earth to see his boyfriend.

“You can take me to him, or you can let me rot silently in a cell somewhere. Those are your only options.”

Heck YES.

God, those two. <3

The FBI are not as hyped about Andreil as I am, sadly, and the next day they take him away into custody without letting him see anyone.

A blasted shame.

Nathaniel couldn’t sleep, but at least he could daydream his father’s death over and over again. That was almost enough to make him smile, and eventually it thawed the chill from his veins.

And in a way, that is strangely comforting.

I’ll see y’all next week.

If you like what I do here and you want to help me through the heartbreak of this chapter, why not buy me a coffee? Every lil bit helps, getting me through uni and all that jazz. Thanks so much!

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janethepegasus · 5 years

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Band Geeks

In the Loud household, Luna was singing “All Twisted” by Kraut when her phone suddenly rang. “Who could that be?” she wondered. She picked up the phone and found that the caller was none other than Mick Swagger! “Congratulations!” he announced. “You were the first caller to the grand prize!” “What is it?!” exclaimed Luna, not even trying to conceal her excitement. “You band can play at the Super Bowl this Saturday!” said Mick. “Cool!” said Luna, but when she hung up, her grin suddenly faded. “But I don’t have a band,” she said. “I’ll have to make one up.

Luna quickly put posters all over Royal Woods. “Looking to add fulfillment to your dull, dull life?” “Then become part of the greatest musical sensation ever to hit Royal Woods.” “And be forever adored by thousands of people you don’t know.” “Not to mention free refreshments.” “Practice begins tonight. 8:30 sharp.”

The town met inside an abandoned music room. “Alright,” said Luna, “how many of you have played an instrument before?” “Do instruments of torture count?” asked Lucy. “No,” said Luna flatly. “Is nail polish an intrument?” ask Leni. “No, it is not,” responded Luna. Leni raised her hand again. “Nor is lipstick,” said Luna before Leni could say anything. “Apparently, no one here had any experience, but don’t worry. I have enough talent for all of you.” “When do we get free food?” asked Mr. Grouse. Luna ignored him and said, “Okay, try to repeat after me.” She strummed six notes on her guitar and said, “Guitar section, go!” The guitar section tried to emulate her notes, but did a rather poor job. “Harp section, go!” The harp section fared little better. “Drum section, go!” The drum players misunderstood her, and tried to strum their drumsticks, only to lose their grip and send them flying into Luna, pinning her to a wall. “Too bad that didn’t kill me,” she groaned.

When she’d recovered, Luna said, “Let’s just step with the rhythm. Everybody get in rows of five.” “Is that the part where we start kicking?” asked Leni. “No! That’s the chorus line.” “Kicking?!” exclaimed Lana. “I want to do some kicking!” With that, she kicked Lola in the shin. “Ouch!” exclaimed Lola. “You’re going to pay for this!” She pounced on Lana, and the two were soon in a brawl that sent them going out the door. A few minutes later, Lana came in with a trumpet in her neck. “Whoever is the owner of the white sedan, you left your lights on.”

The next day, Luna led her class down Royal Woods. The band was trying (and failing) to play Semper Fidelis. “Okay, that’s perfect, everybody. Super Bowl, here we come.” said Luna. “Flag twirlers, really spin those things. Okay, turn.

Flag twirlers, let’s go. I wanna see some spinning. Flag twirlers, let’s move!

C'mon, move!” The flag twirlers spun faster and faster until they took off into the sky and landed on top of a tree. “Could someone try getting us down?” one asked. Lincoln played a rimshot on his drum while everyone else (except Luna, who lay on the ground in a fetal position) twitched uncomfortably.

The next day, Luna asked Lisa, “How is your piano solo going?” “It’s tremendous!” replied the child genius. She went up to a giant piano, used a ladder to get to the keyboard, and started jumping on the keys until she fainted from fatigue.

The next day was the last before the Super Bowl. Luna said, “Well, this is it. The final class before the show. Surely some of you have improved since then.” Lana was scratching her backside with a trumpet. “I have a theory,” said Luna. “People talk loud when they want to act smart, right?” “Correct!” shouted Lisa. “So if we play loud,” said Luna, “people might think we’re good. Everybody ready? And a one, and a two, and a one, two, three, four!” Unfortunately, the noise that ensued was not a pretty one. It sounded like a foghorn on a ship and didn’t resemble Luna’s idea of good music. All of the windows in the building broke, and Luna was blown back against the wall. “Okay, new theory,” she said once her ears were no longer ringing. “Maybe we should play so quietly, no one can hear us.”

“Well, maybe we wouldn’t sound so terrible if some people didn’t try to play with puny girly hands,” said Chandler rudely. “Excuse me,” said a very offended Lola. “What was that?” “Puny girly hands!” reiterated Chandler without a note of fear. Lola was outraged. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know!” she exclaimed, putting up her dukes. “Do your worst, princess!” snarled Chandler. “Let me see what you’ve got!” Lincoln tried to nip the impending fight in the bud. “Let’s be smart and bring it off.” “Oh, now the buck-toothed wonder is trying to preach,” said Flip. “I find that offensive!” shouted Luan. Luna began to panic. “Wait, wait. I know tensions are high…” she began, but it was too late. All her students went into the brawl of the century. Lola was arguing with Lindsey Sweetwater when Lynn slammed a drum on the latter. “There’s a deposit on that equipment, people!” shouted Luna, but no one could hear hear over all the clamor. Lynn, Sr. charged at Mr. Grouse until they screeched to a halt. Mrs. Johnson slammed them both with cymbals. “Settle down, please!” shouted Luna frantically, but her pleas continued to fall on deaf ears. Lori ran toward Rusty with a stick. Rusty tried to shield himself with a xylophone, but Lori broke off all the keys, causing him to run away. Lana kicked Lori, which caused her to produce a trumpet. Lana ran away in fear. Suddenly, the clock struck 9. “Hey, class is over,” said Lincoln. Everybody went to the doors, only to find Luna already standing there, looking on the verge of tears. “Luna,” asked Lincoln, “are you all right?”

“Well, you did it,” said Luna, her voice cracking. “You took m-m-my biggest ch-ch-chance of impressing my idol….and crushed it. C-c-crushed it into, l-l-little, tiny, bite-sized p-p-pieces. I expected better of all you people, but I suppose I’m a loser for that too. Don’t bother to show up tomorrow. I’ll just tell everybody you were all killed in a marching accident. So thanks…” And with that, Luna could hold back her tears no longer. “THANKS FOR NOTHING!!!!” she bawled, and then ran away, her face in her hands, sobbing.

Everybody felt incredibly guilty. “What have we done?” said Rita, almost on the verge of tears herself. “Luna came to us in her time of need, and we let her down.” Lola remembered how Luna had given her fashion advice when she had stage fright, and Luan remembered how Luna had shown her a few comedy punk songs. “Luna was always there for us,” said Luan, “and see how we’ve repaid her!” “Don’t worry,” said Lincoln. “We can still fix this. Let’s pull together and find out what it means to be in a marching band!” “Hooray!” shouted everyone. Lincoln brought everybody to forum and said, “Now let’s make Luna proud. A 1, a 2, a skiddly diddly doo.”

The next day, Luna was at an emotional nadir. I knew this would happen, she thought despondently. They’ll have to find another band to play. What if Mick Swagger finds out? “Hello,” said a voice, causing Luna to scream in fright. She twirled around to find Mick Swagger standing behind her. “Hello, lassie.” he said. “Where’s your band?” “They couldn’t make it,” Luna tried to lie. “They were all killed in a marching accident.” “Then who’s that?” asked Mick. Luna looked back and was nothing if not shocked to see all her students dressed in marching gear. “That would be my band!” she exclaimed. “I pictured it looking a bit more badass,” said Mick, “but whatever. Let’s see what they’re made of.” Lincoln raised a hand in salute. “That’s his eager face,” said Luna with a nervous laugh. I guess this will be the last time I can show my face in this town, she thought as she led her band into the stadium. “Okay, football fans.” said the announcer. “Put your hands together for the Royal Woods Super Band!” “Let’s get this over with,” said Luna in growing despair. “1, 2, 3, 4…”

To Luna’s immense surprise, what she heard was a far cry from what she’d been expecting to hear. The sound was epic, and Lincoln managed to do a perfect emulation of Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana, one of Luna’s favorite bands in existence.

Load up on guns, bring your friends

It’s fun to lose and to pretend

She’s overboard and self-assured

Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an Albino

A mosquito, my libido

Yeah, yay, yay

I’m worse at what I do best

And for this gift, I feel blessed

Our little group has always been

And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an Albino

A mosquito, my libido

Yeah, yay, yay

And I forget just why I taste

Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile

I found it hard, it’s hard to find

Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an Albino

A mosquito, my libido

A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial

A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial

Mick Swagger was stunned. “Blimey!” he exclaimed. “That was the most epic performance I’ve ever seen! Luna, you’ve outdone yourself!” Luna beamed with pride. “I owe it all to my pals from Royal Woods!” she said. She ran up to her band, thrust her hands in the air, and along with everyone else, shouted out, “Royal Woods forever!”

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Um, okay! Guess i’ll let this pass, i guess.

So uh...enjoy this Loud House?? version of Band Geeks (written by @thepowerposter )

#submission #thepowerposter #loud house #i think?#i don't watch that show :/

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Band Geeks

In the Loud household, Luna was singing "All Twisted" by Kraut when her phone suddenly rang. "Who could that be?" she wondered. She picked up the phone and found that the caller was none other than Mick Swagger! "Congratulations!" he announced. "You were the first caller to the grand prize!" "What is it?!" exclaimed Luna, not even trying to conceal her excitement. "You band can play at the Super Bowl this Saturday!" said Mick. "Cool!" said Luna, but when she hung up, her grin suddenly faded. "But I don't have a band," she said. "I'll have to make one up.

Luna quickly put posters all over Royal Woods. "Looking to add fulfillment to your dull, dull life?" "Then become part of the greatest musical sensation ever to hit Royal Woods." "And be forever adored by thousands of people you don't know." "Not to mention free refreshments." "Practice begins tonight. 8:30 sharp."

The town met inside an abandoned music room. "Alright," said Luna, "how many of you have played an instrument before?" "Do instruments of torture count?" asked Lucy. "No," said Luna flatly. "Is nail polish an intrument?" ask Leni. "No, it is not," responded Luna. Leni raised her hand again. "Nor is lipstick," said Luna before Leni could say anything. "Apparently, no one here had any experience, but don't worry. I have enough talent for all of you." "When do we get free food?" asked Mr. Grouse. Luna ignored him and said, "Okay, try to repeat after me." She strummed six notes on her guitar and said, "Guitar section, go!" The guitar section tried to emulate her notes, but did a rather poor job. "Harp section, go!" The harp section fared little better. "Drum section, go!" The drum players misunderstood her, and tried to strum their drumsticks, only to lose their grip and send them flying into Luna, pinning her to a wall. "Too bad that didn't kill me," she groaned.

When she'd recovered, Luna said, "Let's just step with the rhythm. Everybody get in rows of five." "Is that the part where we start kicking?" asked Leni. "No! That's the chorus line." "Kicking?!" exclaimed Lana. "I want to do some kicking!" With that, she kicked Lola in the shin. "Ouch!" exclaimed Lola. "You're going to pay for this!" She pounced on Lana, and the two were soon in a brawl that sent them going out the door. A few minutes later, Lana came in with a trumpet in her neck. "Whoever is the owner of the white sedan, you left your lights on."

The next day, Luna led her class down Royal Woods. The band was trying (and failing) to play Semper Fidelis. "Okay, that's perfect, everybody. Super Bowl, here we come." said Luna. "Flag twirlers, really spin those things. Okay, turn.

Flag twirlers, let's go. I wanna see some spinning. Flag twirlers, let's move!

C'mon, move!" The flag twirlers spun faster and faster until they took off into the sky and landed on top of a tree. "Could someone try getting us down?" one asked. Lincoln played a rimshot on his drum while everyone else (except Luna, who lay on the ground in a fetal position) twitched uncomfortably.

The next day, Luna asked Lisa, "How is your piano solo going?" "It's tremendous!" replied the child genius. She went up to a giant piano, used a ladder to get to the keyboard, and started jumping on the keys until she fainted from fatigue.

The next day was the last before the Super Bowl. Luna said, "Well, this is it. The final class before the show. Surely some of you have improved since then." Lana was scratching her backside with a trumpet. "I have a theory," said Luna. "People talk loud when they want to act smart, right?" "Correct!" shouted Lisa. "So if we play loud," said Luna, "people might think we're good. Everybody ready? And a one, and a two, and a one, two, three, four!" Unfortunately, the noise that ensued was not a pretty one. It sounded like a foghorn on a ship and didn't resemble Luna's idea of good music. All of the windows in the building broke, and Luna was blown back against the wall. "Okay, new theory," she said once her ears were no longer ringing. "Maybe we should play so quietly, no one can hear us."

"Well, maybe we wouldn't sound so terrible if some people didn't try to play with puny girly hands," said Chandler rudely. "Excuse me," said a very offended Lola. "What was that?" "Puny girly hands!" reiterated Chandler without a note of fear. Lola was outraged. "I'm not just a pretty face, you know!" she exclaimed, putting up her dukes. "Do your worst, princess!" snarled Chandler. "Let me see what you've got!" Lincoln tried to nip the impending fight in the bud. "Let's be smart and bring it off." "Oh, now the buck-toothed wonder is trying to preach," said Flip. "I find that offensive!" shouted Luan. Luna began to panic. "Wait, wait. I know tensions are high..." she began, but it was too late. All her students went into the brawl of the century. Lola was arguing with Lindsey Sweetwater when Lynn slammed a drum on the latter. "There's a deposit on that equipment, people!" shouted Luna, but no one could hear hear over all the clamor. Lynn, Sr. charged at Mr. Grouse until they screeched to a halt. Mrs. Johnson slammed them both with cymbals. "Settle down, please!" shouted Luna frantically, but her pleas continued to fall on deaf ears. Lori ran toward Rusty with a stick. Rusty tried to shield himself with a xylophone, but Lori broke off all the keys, causing him to run away. Lana kicked Lori, which caused her to produce a trumpet. Lana ran away in fear. Suddenly, the clock struck 9. "Hey, class is over," said Lincoln. Everybody went to the doors, only to find Luna already standing there, looking on the verge of tears. "Luna," asked Lincoln, "are you all right?"

"Well, you did it," said Luna, her voice cracking. "You took m-m-my biggest ch-ch-chance of impressing my idol....and crushed it. C-c-crushed it into, l-l-little, tiny, bite-sized p-p-pieces. I expected better of all you people, but I suppose I'm a loser for that too. Don't bother to show up tomorrow. I'll just tell everybody you were all killed in a marching accident. So thanks..." And with that, Luna could hold back her tears no longer. "THANKS FOR NOTHING!!!!" she bawled, and then ran away, her face in her hands, sobbing.

Everybody felt incredibly guilty. "What have we done?" said Rita, almost on the verge of tears herself. "Luna came to us in her time of need, and we let her down." Lola remembered how Luna had given her fashion advice when she had stage fright, and Luan remembered how Luna had shown her a few comedy punk songs. "Luna was always there for us," said Luan, "and see how we've repaid her!" "Don't worry," said Lincoln. "We can still fix this. Let's pull together and find out what it means to be in a marching band!" "Hooray!" shouted everyone. Lincoln brought everybody to forum and said, "Now let's make Luna proud. A 1, a 2, a skiddly diddly doo."

The next day, Luna was at an emotional nadir. I knew this would happen, she thought despondently. They'll have to find another band to play. What if Mick Swagger finds out? "Hello," said a voice, causing Luna to scream in fright. She twirled around to find Mick Swagger standing behind her. "Hello, lassie." he said. "Where's your band?" "They couldn't make it," Luna tried to lie. "They were all killed in a marching accident." "Then who's that?" asked Mick. Luna looked back and was nothing if not shocked to see all her students dressed in marching gear. "That would be my band!" she exclaimed. "I pictured it looking a bit more badass," said Mick, "but whatever. Let's see what they're made of." Lincoln raised a hand in salute. "That's his eager face," said Luna with a nervous laugh. I guess this will be the last time I can show my face in this town, she thought as she led her band into the stadium. "Okay, football fans." said the announcer. "Put your hands together for the Royal Woods Super Band!" "Let's get this over with," said Luna in growing despair. "1, 2, 3, 4..."

To Luna's immense surprise, what she heard was a far cry from what she'd been expecting to hear. The sound was epic, and Lincoln managed to do a perfect emulation of Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana, one of Luna's favorite bands in existence.

Load up on guns, bring your friends

It's fun to lose and to pretend

She's overboard and self-assured

Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an Albino

A mosquito, my libido

Yeah, yay, yay

I'm worse at what I do best

And for this gift, I feel blessed

Our little group has always been

And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an Albino

A mosquito, my libido

Yeah, yay, yay

And I forget just why I taste

Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile

I found it hard, it's hard to find

Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an Albino

A mosquito, my libido

A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial

A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial

Mick Swagger was stunned. "Blimey!" he exclaimed. "That was the most epic performance I've ever seen! Luna, you've outdone yourself!" Luna beamed with pride. "I owe it all to my pals from Royal Woods!" she said. She ran up to her band, thrust her hands in the air, and along with everyone else, shouted out, "Royal Woods forever!"

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