QUINN ANGEL

The phone rang. Daria picked it up. "Yo."

Jane's voice said, "Daria, wipe all files of that song you wrote. If you have any hardcopy, burn it. Then eat it. I'm coming there." Jane disconnected, but not before Daria heard a lot of shouting, a couple of screams and a distant siren in the background.

Smiling a Mona Lisa smile, Daria turned to her keyboard. As she typed and moused in commands, she remembered the first time Jane had seen the song…

"So, whatcha doing that's so interesting? Another Melody story?" Jane had asked once she'd realized Daria wasn't about to stop and greet her.

"Nope. Writing a song," Daria had replied. "You know about karaoke night at the Zen?"

"Yeah, they're losing customers to the Zon and they're getting desperate. Hey, don't tell me you're going to sing something? I'm not ready for the Apocalypse, Daria. I'm still a virgin."

"No. The Three Js asked me to write them a song to sing that'll win Quinn's heart. They're gonna pay forty bucks apiece if they like it."

"You're writing a love song to Quinn? I think that's still a sign of the Apocalypse."

"Not quite. It's a lost-love song… parody. I had to write it to the tune of something they can get the music for, and can sing to. Providing they can sing, that is."

"Actually, they can. I heard them and another guy do a few Barbershop Quartet songs at a party once. They're not bad. But why are you doing this? It's not that much money."

Daria had smiled and gestured to the computer screen. "I thought about it, and I got an idea. I think it might provide a bit of amusement." After reading a couple of verses, Jane had started laughing so hard Daria had had to stick a sock in her mouth.
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QUINN ANGEL
(to the tune of "Teen Angel")

Why did you do it, Quinn, my all? What was it all about?
I came to take you to the mall, but you went running out.

(chorus)
Quinn Angel (ooo) can you hear me? Quinn Angel (ooo) can you see me?
Can I get you anything? Or can I help you carry your wings?

Beautician said your hair was fried, And that you'd have to wait.
But you just said, "Full steam ahead! Tonight I have a date!"

(chorus)

They did their best; they shot their wad, But they were not to blame.
You cranked the dryer all the way, then you burst into flame.

(chorus)

What was it you were trying for, That took your life that night?
They said they found your DateRunner ™ clutched in your fingers tight.

(chorus)

We told you he was wrong for you, that creep from Crewe Neck town.
But their timeshare in Steamboat Springs, you couldn't turn it down.

(chorus)

The fire is out, the smoke has cleared, the dark has turned to day,
I'll never kiss your lips again, Your face was burned away.

(chorus)

Your race is run, your day is done, your story's reached The End.
I'll have to take this necklace back, Or give it to a friend.

(chorus)

You are my love, but now you're dead. Your urn is on the shelf.
Oh, Quinn, will you go out with me, If I kill myself?

(chorus)
Quinn Angel (ooo) can you hear me? Quinn Angel (ooo) can you see me?
Can I get you anything? Or can I help you carry your wings?
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Not all.

LS