Irken Idol

Irken Idol-7

Same disclaimers... Might be changed by ending of story, in case I decide to put more contestants...*counts contestants* 1 2 3 4 5 6... Needs more! Well, if there are any cartoons/comics/television show/book series/anything our there that you think I would like, give me the pairing and name and I'll try to make them a kid. XD Just, tell me the deets! PLEASE?

Howdy! What's up guys? Tell me in the comment section, I would love to hear! (Not a stalker). Well, I know it took me way too flubbin long, but at long last, I will upload. If my computer isn't a b-

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    "El, do you know how to d-drive this thing?" Rose's fake calm was torn by her lack of self control, her mind spinning as her stomach tied into double-knots; not one easy to undo. She watched her sister carefully, not daring to look at the rushing dark fly past, or even look at the bright stars, sure that she wouldn't enjo their veiw any more than on Earth.

    Surprisingly, even Texas was a bit afraid, something nobody saw much of unless in a dire situation. Her facial features were indifferent, but her pupils were small, the eyes the same color as the sky blue veins showing from her hands as she dug her clawed hands into the underneith of the back seat.

    Ellen-Rose never replied, something Rose-Ellen was glad for. If she had, she would only be stating the obvious, which Texas was almost always tired of. Nobody blamed her though... It was kindof annoying...

    Wrapping her seatbelt even tighter around herself (or at least she tried), Rose settled back into the seat as much as she could, definately not enjoying the rest of the ride to Irk.

    "You all! Can you belive it? My Daddy was actually there!"

    Tib stood tall and cracked a grin. "I saw my Dad there, too."

    "Um..." Smidge smoothed down her antenea. "I think my Father was here..."

    "Alright ladies," Dak stepped into the room. "Which one of you guys didn't tell me that Dad was going to be here? And make it quick, all this dialogue is a nuisance to the author."

    "What author?"

    "Nothing guys, just tell me why you didn't tell me!"

    Zig rolled her eyes. "As if we would know. They surprised us, that's all. Such a glorious surprise, correct?"

    Nodding Dak added, "But frightening as well..."

    "Why would you be scared of Dad?" Tib demanded. "He is only Dad, after all."

    He nodded again. "Yeah, yeah, but... I want him to be proud of me."

    Smidge stood straight, fixing her shy slouch. "He is proud! Why else would he have come to see you all play? I'm sure he was very happy that you did. After all, you are his only son."

    "But, he was Professor Membrane's only son, too. And Professor sure didn't care." He argued.

    "Maybe, but your Father is an amazing man, and I'm sure he would never abandon you like his own Father did. He loves you, Dak. You should know that."

    He nodded still. "I know...But-"

    "Uh-uh-uh, no 'butt's. You will listen to me, and be happy." She smiled at him. "Deal?"

    Rolling his eyes, he replied. "Deal."

    Anne Stoppable sighed, unsure. Should she really do this? I mean...she's going to, but she wants a second to compose herself like in those really gerg* dramatic movies.

    "WOULD ANNE STOPPABLE PLEASE COME TO THE STAGE?!"

    Taking a deep breath and a moment to calm herself, slowly, she walked onto the stage, heartbeat throbbing behind her ears, palms sweating like a fat guy sitting in the middle of the Port Aransas beach in a winter coat on a July night.

    'Here goes nothin'

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I promise that the music scene will be up soon, in the next little chapter, along with some more characters and stuff, but it is a week day, so just be glad I wrote anything at all. Alrighty then?

WELL, I NEED POSSIBLE SONGS FOR ANNE TO SING. Any ideas? Anybody?