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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 7:38 pm
Now, see, I would have paid MONEY to see that.
On Pay-Per-View.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 7:42 pm
Get out from that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans
Get out from that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans
Well, roll my breakfast 'cause I'm a hungry man
*from the back slides the brother/sister professional team of Julliane and Derek Hough, both dressed in classic 50's style ala soda joint/Greaser getups*
*The sibling pair immediately engage in a fast paced quick step dance*
I said Shake, rattle and roll
I said Shake, rattle and roll
I said Shake, rattle and roll
I said Shake, rattle and roll
Well, you never do nothin' to save your doggone soul
Wearin' those dresses, your hair done up so nice
Wearin' those dresses, your hair done up so nice
You look so warm, but your heart is cold as ice
Chorus
I'm like a one-eyed cat, peepin' in a sea-food store
I'm like a one-eyed cat, peepin' in a sea-food store
I can look at you, tell you don't love me no more
I believe you're doin' me wrong and now I know
I believe you're doin' me wrong and now I know
The more I work, the faster my money goes
Chorus
SHAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL
*the dance ends with derek somersaulting over a table and landing on Juliane's shoulders and she carries him over to the bar counter and he slides off and has a seat to applause*
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 7:44 pm
*applauds*
Whomever is paired up with either of them will have a great shot in this competition, in my opinion. Incredible coordination there.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 7:47 pm
*applauds and nods to Hartley*
They were raised b another professional dancer, Corky Ballas, who trained them. So they've been dancing together for years. Its only natural I imagine they' have such chemistry.
*whispers*
Though I think Juliane getting involved in country music is a sad waste of talent.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 7:49 pm
Fun fact: I robbed a country singer once, and he wound up enjoying the feeling of being tied up and left in nothing but boots and drawers by another man so much that there wound up being a scandal a few years later...
But that's a story for another time.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 7:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 7:54 pm
*just winks a bit*
Who's up next?
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:02 pm
*in answer to the Hartley's querie, the music starts to play and the experienced Corky Ballas steps out in a classic suit, escorting the younger Lacey Schwimmer, in a tasteful gown of violet shades, by the hand*
*He spins her around to the dance floor before drawing her in and they begin the waltz*
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
Chorus:
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said
*the song ends, Corky on his bended knee, kissing Lacey's hand*
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:06 pm
*applauds the dancers*
Hm, can I get you a drink, Emma?
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:09 pm
Thank you dear, a white wine perhaps. Something light. Telepathy and alcohol don't tend to mix well.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:18 pm
*the husband/wife pairing of Alec Mazo and Edyta Śliwińska stroll out as the lights fade to a gentle calm*
*Alex takes Edyta into his lean yet capable arms and the slow, sensual dance begins to...*
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I�ve had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don�t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn�t matter anymore
It�s not always rainbows and butterflies
It�s compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door�s always open
You can come anytime you want
I don�t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:21 pm
*hands Emma a glass of wine*
Now there's a pair with some real chemistry. I wonder if our contestants will be able to convey that feeling of passion.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:26 pm
Thank you.
*accepts the glass and has a light taste*
It will be difficult, but it can be done. I've been watching them when they pair with what they call 'celebrities' and I have seen some impressive chemistry between certain pairs. Still, there's no substitute for natural chemistry in my humble opinion.
*watches as Edyta and lex exit the dance floor*
I believe its almost time for the grand finale.
*has aother sip and glances at him*
Billy Ray huh? Lucky b*****d. wink
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:29 pm
I never confirmed or denied. Not that you could trust a dishonest fellow like myself anyways.
*grins slightly as he drinks his wine*
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:35 pm
Yes and I never pry into another's mind for juicy gossip.
*winks*
There, now we're both going to get hit by lightning.
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