Fic Post: Lost The Plot
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torakowalski, who has added 5730 words to her big bang this weekend. ♥
Title: Lost The Plot
Summary: Z's band had been replaced by aliens. That was the only plausible explanation.
Word count: 570
Notes: A silly ficlet fortorakowalski and kickingrad (because she thought of the idea first).
Z was fairly sure this was not how she usually felt when she walked into their rehearsal space.
"No, really, what's going on?" Z knew she sounded pleading, and she was very aware that this was not likely to help, but she was getting desperate.
Laena looked up from where she was intently studying what was a violin arrangement of --Z was almost certain--Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats," which, Z was very appreciative of what an awesome karaoke song that was, but she was never ever in a million years going to perform it. And yet here Laena was, frowning in concentration and practicing intently as if they were doing it at their next show.
"Practicing," she said in response to Z's question. "You know, because we have rehearsal?"
Across the room, Tennessee had laid out four dresses that Z had never seen before, but she thought it was possible Tennessee had stolen them from the set of Madonna's last video. Z was never going to knock Madonna's aesthetic as such, but it wasn't them, was it?
Then she saw the headpiece on the side table. Scratch Madonna, Tennessee was obviously stealing styling tips from Björk. Which, no. Just no. The woman was a genius singer, but no.
"Tennessee--" she started, but couldn't figure out how to complete that statement, at a loss for words in a way she almost never was. Then she heard the door click, and oh, thank god. Annie.
Annie was a bastion of sanity. Annie looked like Audrey Hepburn on a regular basis without breaking a sweat. Annie had more style than all the rest of them put together. Annie was going to save her from this madness.
Z turned around. Annie was--carrying a kazoo. A very red kazoo.
"Look what I found in the dollar store down the street!" she said, grinning. "Don't you think it'll go perfectly with our new arrangement of 'Why When Love Is Gone'? I just feel like it adds such a dimension of, you know, desperation, to the whole thing."
Z shuddered.
"Perfect," Laena said, and shifted her grip on her violin. "Just let me get the bass and we can practice it."
Tennessee was nodding. "I was thinking of changing my part around on that one too, because clearly what it needs is more of a marching band sound, right, and a kazoo would go quite well with that idea, I think."
Z sat down where she stood. Her band had been replaced by aliens. That was the only plausible explanation.
"Z?" Tennessee said, sounding somewhat concerned. Sure, now she noticed Z's pain.
"What is--I don't even--" and then she saw Annie's mouth quirk, and Tennessee's shoulders hitch. Only Laena kept her face perfectly straight.
"Oh, you will absolutely regret this," she said. "You, you're going to regret this so much--" she got her feet back under her and dove for Tennessee, knocking her over on the couch.
There were some advantages to a) being small and fast and b) having your best friend of ten years in the band. She had Tennessee gasping for air and giggling in no time, and she looked over at Annie and Laena with a smirk. "You will rue the day you ever tried to vex me," she promised, and she thought Annie, at least, looked a little nervous.
Laena smiled slowly: "Bring it on," she said.
torakowalski, who has added 5730 words to her big bang this weekend. ♥Title: Lost The Plot
Summary: Z's band had been replaced by aliens. That was the only plausible explanation.
Word count: 570
Notes: A silly ficlet for
torakowalski and kickingrad (because she thought of the idea first). Z was fairly sure this was not how she usually felt when she walked into their rehearsal space.
"No, really, what's going on?" Z knew she sounded pleading, and she was very aware that this was not likely to help, but she was getting desperate.
Laena looked up from where she was intently studying what was a violin arrangement of --Z was almost certain--Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats," which, Z was very appreciative of what an awesome karaoke song that was, but she was never ever in a million years going to perform it. And yet here Laena was, frowning in concentration and practicing intently as if they were doing it at their next show.
"Practicing," she said in response to Z's question. "You know, because we have rehearsal?"
Across the room, Tennessee had laid out four dresses that Z had never seen before, but she thought it was possible Tennessee had stolen them from the set of Madonna's last video. Z was never going to knock Madonna's aesthetic as such, but it wasn't them, was it?
Then she saw the headpiece on the side table. Scratch Madonna, Tennessee was obviously stealing styling tips from Björk. Which, no. Just no. The woman was a genius singer, but no.
"Tennessee--" she started, but couldn't figure out how to complete that statement, at a loss for words in a way she almost never was. Then she heard the door click, and oh, thank god. Annie.
Annie was a bastion of sanity. Annie looked like Audrey Hepburn on a regular basis without breaking a sweat. Annie had more style than all the rest of them put together. Annie was going to save her from this madness.
Z turned around. Annie was--carrying a kazoo. A very red kazoo.
"Look what I found in the dollar store down the street!" she said, grinning. "Don't you think it'll go perfectly with our new arrangement of 'Why When Love Is Gone'? I just feel like it adds such a dimension of, you know, desperation, to the whole thing."
Z shuddered.
"Perfect," Laena said, and shifted her grip on her violin. "Just let me get the bass and we can practice it."
Tennessee was nodding. "I was thinking of changing my part around on that one too, because clearly what it needs is more of a marching band sound, right, and a kazoo would go quite well with that idea, I think."
Z sat down where she stood. Her band had been replaced by aliens. That was the only plausible explanation.
"Z?" Tennessee said, sounding somewhat concerned. Sure, now she noticed Z's pain.
"What is--I don't even--" and then she saw Annie's mouth quirk, and Tennessee's shoulders hitch. Only Laena kept her face perfectly straight.
"Oh, you will absolutely regret this," she said. "You, you're going to regret this so much--" she got her feet back under her and dove for Tennessee, knocking her over on the couch.
There were some advantages to a) being small and fast and b) having your best friend of ten years in the band. She had Tennessee gasping for air and giggling in no time, and she looked over at Annie and Laena with a smirk. "You will rue the day you ever tried to vex me," she promised, and she thought Annie, at least, looked a little nervous.
Laena smiled slowly: "Bring it on," she said.
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Date: 2011-03-06 05:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-03-08 07:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-03-06 05:22 pm (UTC)Annie was--carrying a kazoo. A very red kazoo.
*giggles forever*
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Date: 2011-03-08 07:18 am (UTC)It's possible the kazoo line was my favorite line.
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Date: 2011-03-08 07:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-03-06 07:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-03-08 07:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-03-07 09:21 pm (UTC)Annie was a bastion of sanity. Annie looked like Audrey Hepburn on a regular basis without breaking a sweat. Annie had more style than all the rest of them put together. Annie was going to save her from this madness.
CUTEST BAND. Playing pranks on each other. STYLE-related pranks, even! ♥
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Date: 2011-03-30 06:15 am (UTC)