Band Gnomes

The Show

It was Friday. Sherlock was walking up to the building that was hosting the Royal Doulton Bowl with his head hung low. He sighed.

"I should've known this would happen. They'll just have to find another band to play. I just hope that..." He moped as he approached the entrance, only to see a gnome dressed in dark clothes and a large top hat standing right at the entrance. He froze and screamed at the sight of his brother. "...Mycroft doesn't find out! Mycroft, AGH!"

"Hello, little brother." Mycroft said smugly.

"W-w-w-w-w-what are you doing here?" Sherlock stuttered. "I thought you and your band were busy today."

"Oh, I just wanted to watch you fail." Mycroft cruelly replied, pinching his brother's cheek. He looked around, but could see no other gnomes. "So, where's your band?"

"My band? Oh, they couldn't come. They... quit."

"They quit, eh? Then who's that?"

Mycroft pointed a finger behind Sherlock. Sherlock turned around and was shocked to see Gnomeo, Juliet, Watson, Irene, and all of their friends standing there with instruments in their hands.

"That would be my band!" Sherlock exclaimed.

"Nice to see you too, Sherlock." Irene said sarcastically.

"Hey, mate." Gnomeo greeted.

"Don't worry, Sherlock." Watson chimed in.

"We're all ready to perform." Juliet added.

"Well Shirley, this is exactly how I imagined your band would look." Mycroft smugly said, watching Benny does a little dance with a big grin on his face.

"That's his eager face." Lady Bluebury said.

"Let's get going, shall we?" Lord Redbrick suggested.

"Yes, we might as well start the show." Sherlock said as he walked into the building, his hand over his face in embarrassment; the rest of the gnomes followed him, including Mycroft. "I suppose this will be the last time I can ever show my face in this city."

"Don't be like that, Sherlock." Watson said comfortingly.

"Yes, dear. Everything will be fine." Lady Bluebury added.

'Why don't I believe you?' Sherlock thought as he and everyone else took their places on stage; he picked up a conductor's stick.

The lights in the auditorium dimmed and the curtains slowly opened; Sherlock could see enormous crowds of gnomes, toys, and ornaments of all kinds. Now he was even more nervous, realizing that he was going to be humiliated in front of so many people. He turned back to the band and raised his baton.

"Alright, everyone." He said, glancing atMycroft who was sitting backstage; he smugly bounced his brows. Sherlock took adeep breath. "Let's get this over with. One, two, three, four..." He shut hiseyes, hoping for the worst.

The band then starts to play a wonderful intro with gnomes on brass and percussion. Sherlock opened his eyes, shocked. Gnomeo and Juliet step forward, each with a microphone in their hand. The song 'Don't go Breaking My Heart' by Elton John suddenly starts to play and Gnomeo and Juliet were singing their hearts out.

"Don't go breaking my heart"

"I couldn't if I tried"

"Honey if I get restless"

"Baby you're not that kind"

"Don't go breaking my heart"

"You take the weight off me"

"Honey when you knock on my door"

"I gave you my key"

Sherlock stared in shock and amazement. He glanced at Watson and Irene who gave him a smile and a wink.

"Nobody knows it

"When I was down"

"I was your clown"

"Nobody knows it"

"Right from the start"

"I gave you my heart"

"I gave you my heart"

"So don't go breaking my heart"

"I won't go breaking your heart"

"Don't go breaking my heart"

Mycroft could only gawk in pure shock. Sherlock gave him a smug grin before throwing his baton over his shoulder and using his arms for conducting, almost starting to dance along. As the band played and the gnome couple sang, everyone in the music hall started to dance along, too. At one point, Mycroft fainted and was carried away. Sherlock didn't seem to care; he was so invested in the song that he didn't even notice anything else.

"Don't go breaking my heart!" Gnomeo and Juliet finished.

The crowd cheered and applauded like there was no tomorrow. The entire band stood from their places, grinned, and took a bow before pushing Sherlock to the front. Sherlock was at a loss for words; he looked back at his friends and smiled, nonverbally thanking them for everything they've done. Gnomeo, Juliet, Irene, and Watson soon joined him and they all took a bow together. Now this was, without a doubt, the proudest moment of Sherlock's life.