Author: melissamarie173 PM
When Mike picks up a flyer sitting on the counter of his store, he has no idea as to what happens next. Trying out for the band seems great, that is until he finds out whose band he’s actually trying out for…Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,707 - Reviews: 38 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 02-25-09 - Published: 02-02-08 - id: 4048777
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So I'm back! Or… maybe I haven't left to those of you who haven't read this before. Well anyway, I have new found inspiration. So I decided to write. But just so you know in advance, it's been quite some time since I've written for fanfiction. Lately all I write is music…
Anyway. I don't own any characters. Enjoy :D
I was pretty far away, maybe even half way to La Push. And I realized my dad would probably kill me (or worse, make me work extra shifts) if I came home without his car.
His car. His baby. The one thing he cared about more than me was that car. So I needed to go back if I wanted to live to see graduation day.
So I walked back. It took me some time considering I pretty much ran all the way across town, but I made it back faster than most of my uncool friends could have. I wasn't even that winded. When I could see the driveway, I slowed down. I needed to seem calm and collected when I arrived, er… returned.
I walked up the driveway, all suave like I usually do, trying to decide if I drive away in the car or if I stay and blow the competition away with my awesomeness.
Awesomeness. No contest.
So confidently I rejoined the rest of my competitors as the band just stared me down. Probably just jealous of my secure vibe. Eric. Jessica. Lauren. Tyler. Mrs. Cope. That creepy janitor. We were all standing in a line, waiting for the band to talk.
Edward stood in the back, laughing. I would wonder why, but I happen to know that people laugh when they get nervous, and I tend to make people nervous with my good looks. The tall honey blonde, stood next to Edward. Jason… no. Jerry. Agh. Jasper! That's his name. He just stood there like he was forced to be here.
And Emmett, the big one, he was the one with the smile plastered to his face. He cheerily told us that they would have us sing or play an instrument as our audition, and the best one of us would be chosen. He was a little too cheery.
But I waited. I didn't want to show everyone up in the beginning, so I sat back and waited my turn. I waited through Tyler singing See You Again. Lauren and Jessica doing a duet to Best of Both Worlds. Eric singing something I couldn't really recognize, although it sounded German. Mrs. Cope put on a pretty good rendition of She Bangs by Ricky Martin. And that janitor rapped. No lie. Baby Got Back will never be the same.
And then it came time for me to strut my stuff. I moved out of the line and started tapping along on my triangle. It was pretty snazzy if I do say so myself. And then the idea hit me. I grabbed the microphone from Jessica, pushing her to the ground and returning to my spot under the limelight. And then I started the best performance the world has ever seen. I started to scat. And then BAM. I mad awesomeness. I belted it out.
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
I was worried that my performance was losing effect. But knew I had this gig in the bag when Emmett backed me up yelling "Ice Ice Baby!"
I stopped there. No need to over work the vocal cords.
Emmett just looked at the leftover people, and told them strait out they were no good. And to leave because I had made the band. He was even thinking about making the band revolve around me…
Okay, not exactly. It was more like "Okay, Uhm… This was a tough decision, but I think I am going to have to pick…. Mike to join the band."
Everyone started to vacate. Yeah, that's it. Walk away.
I was just about to celebrate when Edward pulled me aside. Probably to congratulate me.
"Mike, Let's talk…"
Yes. I don't have a life.
Just kidding. I was bored. And in a good mood, so I decided to write this little tidbit. I have an epilogue to go with it… So if anyone cares I will post it later. Feel free to tell me that this was crap. And I should take it down before I get too embarrassed.