Karaoke Lounge (2-3)

[oversight]

Who: Class 2-3 & YOU!
Where: The Karaoke Room
When: July 15th - July 16th, 2014
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Class 2-3 has decided to create an awesome karaoke lounge for their class project!
The Story:


Karaoke Sample Song List

Presented by 2-3, this chic and semi-intimate karaoke lounge is heralded as the perfect get-away for those students and visitors looking to burn a little energy dancing and singing. Despite how it might first appear, the room boasts a deceptively large space, plenty of seating, and basic refreshments.

Nearest the stage is a sign-up list for those looking to sing. The music database is massive, so pretty much any song is offered (however, there are signs warning against selections that may not be appropriate for all audiences, even if no one will be closely monitoring).

[[ OOC: Prose or action spam is totally fine. Start your own headers, link your own songs, dance around in all the threads, and have a great time!

P.S. Don't forget your content warnings where necessary!

P.P.S. Hopefully this is okay with everyone in class 2-3. Please PM me here if you need me to add/change/remove something/etc.]]

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Angel | OTA

[vampdetective]

The lounge itself has actually come together quite nicely, for all the scrambling around people were doing to make sure everything was ready in time. The problem? People seem hesitant to actually put it to use. Angel's not sure he can blame them. Singing in public is an acquired taste for some. He vaguely remembers a time when he'd been vehemently against it in its entirety, but if something changed his mind, he can't quite recall what.

The result, however, is the same, no matter how it happened: he's willing to step up and take a bullet to get things rolling.

He moves stiffly as he makes his way to the prompter, holding onto the microphone just a little too tightly as undeniably dated strains of synthesized music start pouring out of the speakers.

What is about to take place is quite possibly one of the most awkward performances ever witnessed.

I'd drive a million miles to be with you tonight,
So if you're feeling low, turn up your radio,
The words we use are strong, they make reality,
But now the music's on, oh baby d-dance with me-

He manages to fumble over half the lyrics, getting tongue-tied as he struggles his way through both off-key and off-beat, accompanied by stiff and sudden movements that are not so much dancing as they are anxious shuffling, but as the song goes on, he starts to commit. He dedicates himself.

And it is truly terrible.

Rip it up, move down,
Rip it up, move it down to the ground,
Rip it up, cool down,
Rip it up, don't hang it on the borderline

Everybody have fun tonight,
Everybody have fun tonight,
Everybody Wang Chung tonight,
Everybody have fun tonight--

It's a very painful four minutes for anyone who manages to sit through the entire thing, but once the music finally stops, he manages to stand there for another five seconds or so without moving -- then finally fumbles with the microphone enough to get it back into its stand, though not without dropping it once, looking only mildly remorseful as he makes his way to one of nearest seats.

As icebreakers go, there are probably worse. Maybe.

[iguanasolution]

At least someone is unironically clapping. So, maybe the performance hadn't been the best one ever, but he'd gone up and sung when others had been too terrified to even try, and that takes guts. Frank definitely appreciates and admires that.

"Luckily others will follow your lead now." He calls at him when he comes down, grinning.

[vampdetective]

It's very possible that Angel can't tell the ironic clapping from the unironic, but he offers Frank a sheepish smile all the same, appreciative. He'd been hesitant to go up in the first place, but once he'd gotten started, it had actually been fun -- hopefully other people would get over their nerves before too long.

Otherwise he might be forced to take the stage again.

"Here's hoping," he agrees, managing a grin. "What good's a karaoke lounge where nobody wants to sing, right?"

[iguanasolution]

"Right" He says, grinning back. "It's a really good idea, but it actually does require that people sing in it. You have a decent voice though! I could never go up there and do what you just did."

[vampdetective]

"You think so?"

A decent voice? Anyone else might have turned that back on Frank and accused him of being deaf, but it just gives Angel another boost of confidence -- one that could be dangerous if nobody else steps up to the mic anytime soon.

"You should try. It was more fun than I thought it would be. You might surprise yourself."

[iguanasolution]

The worse part is that he means it. It might not have been the best performance ever but Frank thinks as long as you have the guts to do something like singing in public you should be praised for it. So prepare to be encouraged, Angel.

And sorry, everyone else.

"I get nervous if people are looking at me, I'd end up tripping over everything and ruining the day."

[vampdetective]

Frank Zhang, you are truly a prince among men.

"A lot of people get stage fright." Himself included, until a few minutes earlier -- his sense of duty had won out over apprehension in a big way. "I did some tripping myself, but I guess we do need people down here running the lounge. You think we should advertise more? See if we can get more people in here who aren't from our class?"

Of course, people passing through the exhibits would come this way naturally anyway, but he's anxious for them to do well -- they'd worked hard on the place, after all.

[breakthecurse]

Tohru happens to be visiting the Karaoke Lounge at the time. She has no plans of singing herself, of course, but she wanted to be there as moral support for Angel, since his class was running it.

It...it isn't the most polished singing she's ever heard before (to put it politely), but he's trying very hard and clearly doing his best, and that's what matters in the end. When he finishes, she applauds, making a whole two people unironically clapping so far.

Once he makes his way back to the audience, she makes her way over to him and sits by his side.

"Hi, Angel!" she says, smiling bright as always. "You did really well!"

[vampdetective]

Tohru, you're a better friend than most people deserve, if we're being honest here. He smiles as she takes her place next to him, ducking his head as he rubs at the back of his neck, still holding onto some residual embarrassment, but there might be a touch of pride there, too-- he'd enjoyed himself, enough not to realize how abysmal he'd been. It counted for something, right?

"Yeah? You think so?" He grins, nudging her with his elbow. "You should go up and sing. I bet you're great."

[breakthecurse]

That flusters her almost immediately, and she shakes her head and waves her hands in front of her in protest. She's too modest to accept the compliment.

"O-Oh no! I'm not, I mean...I couldn't possibly!" she says, as her face quickly grows red. "I...I'm not very much of a, um. Performer..."

[vampdetective]

"Neither am I, and I still got through it." He may be tone-deaf, but that doesn't mean he can't hear himself. He may not realize how terrible he truly was, but he knows he's not about to get discovered by a convenient record agent anytime soon.

"We could sing something together. It could be fun. I'd be with you, so you wouldn't be embarrassed. People would be paying attention to the both of us, not singling you out."

[breakthecurse]

"Ah...well. Um. I suppose that's...true?"

She still sounds kind of unsure, but he's going out of his way to encourage her to sing with him, and he wouldn't do that if he thought it was going to horribly embarrass her.

"...Okay then," She finally decides. "I'll sing something with you. It really could be fun, I think!"

[widows_kiss]

Oh god. It's started already. The singing.

Natasha's perched in the back of the room where she'd been helping to double-check and organize their music selection, with the hope that maybe with that accomplished she could slip away before the singing started, but no. Fate hated her today. As it was, she's stuck here resisting the urge to bang her head against the table through all four minutes of his captivating performance.

Suddenly catching the plague was sounding more appealing every minute, although Natasha's not mean enough to let any of her thoughts show on her face. Much. Besides, it's not Angel personally, it's the karaoke in general.

[vampdetective]

Angel somehow manages not to notice just how tormented Natasha looks during the performance, but he does take note of the fact that she seems to be keeping herself as separate from the rest of the class as possible -- and incidentally, as far from the stage as she can manage.

Maybe trying to rouse her school spirit will do her some good. Or maybe it's just an excuse to talk to her.

His hands are deep in his pockets as he makes his way over, shoulders hunched forward as they often are, offering her a careful smile. "You're not going to sing? Lead by example?"

[widows_kiss]

Despite the fact that she'd been cringing a few moments before - which had more to do with the singing in general than him personally - she shoots him a wry grin and a look that only halfway manages to be innocent.

"What can I say? You're already doing so brilliantly at that whole leader thing. I can't top that. Don't think I'm cut out for it. I'll sit back here and organize instead."

And still stay as far away from the stage as she can manage.

[vampdetective]

He's not quite so oblivious as not to notice that touch of something knowing in her grin, but he doesn't quite let it trigger those insecurities of his. He's anxious enough already.

"I don't know if I'd say leader--"

She thought he was doing a good job with leadership? Sincere or otherwise, something about that makes him feel just a little swell of pride.

"Well, that's good of you. I mean, organization's important, too -- we need someone taking care of that." But-- "Maybe just one song later on? I'd love-- I mean, everyone would love to hear you give it a shot, I bet."

Smooth.

[widows_kiss]

So smooth, Angel. She's impressed.

Still not buying it, however.

"I think everyone's ears will be plenty occupied with the list of students we already have lining up. I really don't think they'll miss me. Besides, the whole center stage thing is more Rachel's deal, not mine."

Re: Angel | OTA

[fiendfries]

It is, without a doubt, one of the most embarrassing performances she's witnessed. But what catches her is that, for all his awkwardness, he doesn't seem particularly embarrassed. Perhaps he's just good ta hiding it, or perhaps he's done well enough with the stash she's been providing him. Either way, as soon as the song is over Ruby doesn't hesitate in moving from where she's been standing against the back wall and makes a beeline for him.

Nope, she doesn't even let him sit down. Intercepting part way through, Ruby hooks her arm through his and starts leading him back to the stage.

"Not so fast, hot stuff. I think I'm hearing demand for an encore."

[vampdetective]

She catches him by surprise, so much so that he stumbles forward as she drags him back towards the stage, having the struggle for a moment to keep up. "Hey, what are you--"

Oh. Oh, hi, Ruby.

"I don't hear anything--" It takes him half a moment to realize she doesn't mean that literally, and for the first time since he walked into the lounge, he has the good sense to look embarrassed, though it doesn't last. "You want me to sing again?"

[fiendfries]

She wants an encore. That's all that matters right? She glances at him and doesn't seem I care she's making him walk backwards towards the stage. Think you can make the stairs?

"Indulge me, yeah?" Ruby steps up onto the stage and finally lets him go. "Or are you getting a bit of post-performance jitters?"

[vampdetective]

Considering Ruby seems to be the type of girl who always gets what she's wants, yes, that's all that matters. The bottom stair does catch him by surprise, but he keeps himself from toppling over, quickly regaining his balance and turning to head up the short series of steps properly. That was close.

"Indulge-- sure. Okay." He makes an effort to not sound entirely bewildered, and, to his pride, he's mostly successful. "I just didn't think-- I mean, we should let other people take a turn, right?"

Except at the moment, there's nobody else lined up to try their hand, leaving the two of them to take the stage, should they so desire.

[fiendfries]

Ruby doesn't seem to be bothered by the idea that they could potentially be cutting off some other eager hearts to sing, but there isn't really a line, anyway. She shrugs and picks up the remote, flipping through the different songs available to them on the screen.

"And loose a chance to hear your silver pipes again? Nah, I'm doing them a favor." Still, she manages to send him a playful grin despite herself and knocks her hip against his before she turns her attention back to the screen. Oh yes, that looks good.

"Ready, Donny?"

I AM LATER THAN LATE

[kickassqueen]

Despite it being slightly painful, Charlie's enjoying the show. So much that she approaches him after he's finished, plopping down in a seat beside him.

"So is karoke your thing?" She asks with a teasing look. His fumbling with the lyrics had been pretty funny, but she wasn't laughing at him. It looked like fun. "Wanna do a duet or something? We can go all 'We Built This City' in here."

[vampdetective]

"I'm not sure I would call it my thing, but someone had to get up there and-- you know, set an example."

Not that it had been a particularly great example; it had been awkward and fumbling and he was fully aware of it, but he was proud all the same. Making it through from beginning to end was a hell of a lot better than he thought he'd do. He looks pleasantly surprised at her offer, even cracking a smile at the song she'd suggested. Not bad.

"Duet? You sing?"

[kickassqueen]

"Sure, anyone can sing! I'm no Celine Dion, but I can totally warble out some 'My Heart Will Go On' if there's a need." She grins at this, imagining what kind of disaster that would be.

"I'm thinking something a little more fun, though. How do you feel - " And she pauses dramatically, leaning forward with a serious look on her face. " - about the Spice Girls?"