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.]]

Comments

Hazel | ota

[keeperfromtheflame]

[Uh-uh. No way.]

[She might not have been as shy as one might first suspect on sight, but there was no godly force on this or any other Earth that would get her up on that stage. Hazel was perfectly content to sitting in the back of the room, feet propped up on the table and munching on a bag of popcorn.]

[Which, for the record, she would be more than happy to share with anybody who asked.]

[johnnyblake]

[ Johnny's just going to sliiiiiide right in next to Hazel. ]

How 'bout a duet? You an' me.

[keeperfromtheflame]

[She glanced up with a momentary "excuse you" look, deliberately popping in another handful of popcorn, chewing, and swallowing before she answered.]

I don't sing.

[johnnyblake]

No? [ He grins. ] Me either, if anyone asks. But everyone sings, right? So you can, you just don't?

[ Johnny shakes his head. ] No, c'mon, I wanna hear you sing. Please?

[keeperfromtheflame]

And I want a pony.

[...okay, maybe it was cliched, but it was also kind of true; Hazel had loved horses, ever since she was a little girl. She'd even been on a few school equestrian teams in the past.]

[Her point was you can't always get what you want.]

[johnnyblake]

[ ...but if you try sometimes, well you might find you get what you need~ ]

You really want a pony? I can get you a pony. Believe it. I can get anything anyone wants.

[keeperfromtheflame]

[She side-eyed him for that one.]

I...can't tell if that's supposed to be a line, or if you're seeing how gullible I am.

[johnnyblake]

Well, definitely don't think you're gullible, if that's what you're really thinkin'. Just so happens I'm good at... acquirin' things. [ A pause. ] But I'm not even thinkin' 'bout gettin' you a pony if you don't sing with me.

[keeperfromtheflame]

...okay, now I can't tell if that's supposed to be a line, or if you're threatening me.

Either way, it's not going to work. I'm not singing.

[johnnyblake]

[ Huff. If it was a threat, he'd make it clear. Good thing he's not much for making threats on people who don't deserve them. ]

Okay. $20 and you pick the song. Final offer.

[keeperfromtheflame]

[To his credit, she actually paused rather than turn him down, cold.]

Why are you being so persistent about it? Why do you even care?

[johnnyblake]

'Cause this is one-part my shindig an' if I'm gonna be stuck doin' it, might as well encourage people to look like they're havin' fun.

[ He nudges her gently with his elbow. ] C'mon, some of the people worked really hard. Now I'm doin' my part, too. [ Because she is not an easy sell here. ]

[keeperfromtheflame]

...fine.

[At this rate, she was starting to suspect he wouldn't go away until she agreed. There weren't too many people around at the moment, and if they went up together, maybe she could hider her own voice behind his...]

one song. Maybe.

[johnnyblake]

[ His face lights up immediately; that's as good as a promise in his book. Without saying anything, he pops up and grabs the song book, returning to the table while flipping the pages. ]

Duet, right? [ As he sits, he digs into his pocket and drops a crumpled $20 bill on the table. ] Or you got somethin' else in mind?

[keeperfromtheflame]

[Why did she have a feeling she was going to regret this already? Even as she leaned forward and picked up the twenty. Dinner with Nico would be on her tonight.]

I really don't mind. Pick whatever.

[Famous lost words?]

[johnnyblake]

How 'bout the Sonny and Cher song? Or— Oh! You know Three Dog Night? That song, the ah... [ Johnny snaps his fingers, flips some pages, and ends up where he thinks he should be in the book. ] Here! "Mamma Told Me Not to Come."

[keeperfromtheflame]

[It was a good thing he had a second choice, because she had been less than a second away from vetoing Sonny and Cher so fast--]

[Mama told me not to come. huh? She thought about it for a moment. The melody came to mind. Enough that she might be able to follow along with the lyrics as they flashed across the screen. More importantly, it wasn't some cheesy love son.]

Fine.

[johnnyblake]

[ Hey, he knows better than to pull out the crooning love songs. Nothing ruins a burgeoning friendship like awkward fake love confessions over soft jazz. ]

Awesome! [ He stands and offers his hand. ] Let's go. You an' me an Three Dog Night.

[keeperfromtheflame]

[If he was expecting a dainty walk up the short stairway, he had another thing coming. After sighing heavily to show she was doing this under heavy protest, Hazel grabbed not his hand, but his wrist. Using it to help pull herself up onto the stage directly. One pull]

[Clearly, she was stronger than she looked.]

Pass me the mic.

[johnnyblake]

[ Admittedly, he's impressed by that feat of strength, but only until he gets her command, which he immediately fulfills. Offering over the microphone, he remains in the "backup" position, because it seems like Hazel's taking the wheel.

Of course, that doesn't stop him from making introduction. He clears his throat and leans into the mic. ]

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Hazel and the Nut singin' "Mamma Told Me Not to Come." so you guys get ready for the electric, eclectic, smooth crooning experience of a lifetime, and remember: if your mamma told you not to come, you prob'ly end up here anyway...

[keeperfromtheflame]

[Hazel was not amused.]

[She was so far below and beyond amused that the first few lines came out in a dull monotone as she glared at him out of the corner of her eye:]

♪ - Want some whiskey in your water? Sugar in your tea? - ♪
♪ - What's all these crazy questions they're askin' me? - ♪

[johnnyblake]

[ Thankfully, this version of John Blake has very little shame, and actually prefers to put on a showman's face. He pops in with some extra power to make up for Hazel's monotone crooning. ]

♫ This is the craziest party there could ever be. ♫
♫ Don't turn on the lights, 'cause I don't want to see~ ♫

[keeperfromtheflame]

[If she weren't so busy keeping out of his spotlight, hoping he was enough of a distraction to take away from her, Hazel might have felt more embarrassed by his existence.]

♪ - Mama told me not to come, Oh Lord, Mama told me not to come - ♪

♪ - "That ain't the way to have fun, no" - ♪

[johnnyblake]

[ At this age, he's good at showing off as a natural showman because he's presenting someone he's not. It's like acting, and easy to do. In fact, he'll take all the spotlight he can get! ]

♫ Open up the window, let some air into this room. ♫
♫ I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume. ♫

[keeperfromtheflame]

[Then he won't mind as she subtly slinks off to one side. Keeping up the pretense of still singing while taking comfort in partial shadows.]


♪ - And that cigarette you're smokin' 'bout scare me half to death - ♪
♪ - Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath - ♪