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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 2:35 pm
Roch finished, grinning. "Wanna do another one?" he asked the grue. "I've got everything from the cheesiest eighties songs you've ever heard to all the rock you can find. They... SOMEHOW... even found spice ghouls on this thing," he said, making a face. "Ghouls are cute an' all, but they got LOUSY taste in music."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 3:33 pm
"Pull up something nice and cheesy," Nahm said, standing up again. "How 'bout some MJ? We almost got the chance to see the zombie himself in concert once," he added wistfully. "Couldn't scrape up the seeds in time, though. Someday."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 3:47 pm
"Seriously?" Roch asked, his eyes widening. "Dude, I got to see Jimi," he bragged. "On my last vacation. It was AWESOME. But I'd love to see MJ..."
He flipped through the book, searching for something utterly cheesy that he was going to make the grue sing. "Billie Jean!" he said, finding it. "I expect the full performance, man!" he added, tossing the mic over as he typed in the number of the song.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 4:29 pm
"Dude. Jimi? That is most excellent," Nahm said, impressed. He caught the mic and twirled it as he stepped up on the little stage. "I suck at moonwalking," he warned. "But nobody can say I don't try." Classic MJ moves, for sure - not as smooth as the King himself, but then again, who was? Nahm was in good form and feeling like performing today. He did his best.
When the song was done, he struck a dramatic pose before hopping down, laughing, and handing the mic back. "My turn to pick. How 'bout Pour Some Sugar On Me?" He tossed the mic back.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 4:39 pm
Roch grabbed it, prancing up to the stage and searching out the song to type in the number. Then, all dramatics, he started to sing. Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, Hey, hey!
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah He seemed quite into it, even dancing across the stage in an exaggerated motion, straight out of hair band horror shows. It was hysterical to do, probably moreso to watch. SO much blackmail material in this karaoke booth. Seriously.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:09 pm
Nahm laughed and whistled, occasionally joining in on the lyrics, enjoying it thoroughly. So much blackmail material - it was a good thing nobody was watching. Though really, seeing as how they were fully intending upon actual stage performances, someone would eventually see them being awesome idiots on stage anyway.
This was SO MUCH better than ballet club. And they could even get PAID for this kind of gleeful stupid.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:13 pm
And it was good that the walls were soundproof, because shouting "Mas Tequila!!" at the top of your lungs in the thin walled reaper dorm was probably a good way to get yourself staked in the middle of the night. Grim reapers were dirty, sneaky bastards, and there were plenty around.
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