Konan was nervous. She was standing backstage, waiting for Tsunade to stop talking so that she could get this over with. First she was singing Holly and the Ivy, Silent night, and Santa Claus is coming to town with the rest of the choir (with dance moves, of course) and then she would be going up all by herself (besides Hinata and Sakura, who were doing back-ups for the chorus) and then she would go backstage again before singing Hey Mamaby the Black Eyed Peas (the choir's holiday surprise). And, naturally, Konan had been picked to do Fergie's solo. Love-leee.
"And so the last thing I have to say today is...Happy Holidays, have fun, and no fooling around at the party. I would have said the other F-word, but I don't think I'm supposed to. But imagine I said it. So, there we go. And now...Might Guy's choir with their Christmas carols! Give it up! Whooo!"
Tsunade escaped off stage, leaving Konan wishing that it was her escaping to coffee and a nice inconspicuous chair. But oh no. She filed onstage after most of the girls to a load of cheers and whistles. They were all wearing long white robes (which underneath were hidden their Black Eyed Peas song outfits and Konan's solo snowflake dress) and holding song books. As Konan sang along with them through the first three songs, she thought that they looked very soulful
. And then it was her solo turn, and she reviewed the first half of the song's lyrics as she hid momentarily behind the choir, discarded her robes offstage, then walked forwards, heart pounding, as Guy announced her name, as well as Sakura and Hinata's (they were also wearing similar dresses, but without the stockings and gloves, and theirs were white, not pale pale pale grey.) Konan focused on not blushing as she heard Sasori and Pain shouting Hottie-Konan! WHOOOO! YEAH! SEXY! Konan took the stand-less mic (how do you spell that, anyways), heard the music begin, and took a deep breath.I...saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus...underneath the mistletoe last night...Konan was screaming inside, as she focused on looking around the room (looking directly at the walls) and not hyperventilating.
Finally, she finished. There was a huge round of applause, and a standing ovation from her friends. She laughed and blew a kiss at them before exciting quickly, making sure not to fall over this time. Everybody else filed on stage, dancing and wearing (in Ino's case) cut-off tops and mini skirts. In everybody else's case, it was tight-ish shirts and loose jeans, cargo pants, or shorts. Konan, Sakura and Hinata quickly stripped off their dresses and heels, and Konan put on her grey tanktop, and tight, dark, torn jeans with red converse, then ran back onstage, Sakura and Hinata following in vaguely similar outfits.
They at once joined in the dancing and singing; Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty, shake that thing like the city of sin, and, hey shorty, I know you want to party but the way your body movin' got me really feelin' naughty...' Konan was awaiting the dreaded moment when she would strut up to the front of the stage and do her bit. Here it comes, here it...Konan moved through the throng, listening to the song, knowing exactly when she was supposed to start, but also dreading it at the same time. She pushed through the crowd, grabbed the second mic ('Will.' still had the first) and began as a cheer erupted from her friends (she hadn't told them about this particular solo) Yall know...WillIam (really, it was some sixth year, but whatever) Konan began, trying to feel like Fergie might (my chick bad, my chick hood...) 'Who we are...' she said, just like in the song...and then, We the stars, steady rockin' on in yalls boulevards...'WilllIAm; How we rockin' it girl... Thenwithout bodyguards... then she be...; Konan was moving around the stage, following the precise choreography she'd been taught, all the while feeling like throwing up. 'Fergie...BEP, come and take heed as we take the lead...so come on Papa, dance to the drama.' And then she handed the mic (mik? Mike) to the next singer, and joined the throng of dancing students.
