Lucy Evans moved from England to Sunnydale in America so she could fulfil her destiny. Her destiny; to guide the new Slayer. This destiny changes when she befriends the rebellious Slayer, two best friends at Sunnydale High, the Slayer's Watcher and...
It was that time of the school year... the talent show. And who was in charge of the talent show this year? Who, you may ask, was given this humiliating and soul-sucking task? It was our very own Watcher. Ha! It almost made up for the horrible week I'd been having.
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Buffy, Willow, Xander and I down the aisle as one of the contestants set up her tuba on stage. Giles looked like he was ready to jump through a window at that point.
"Ah! If it isn't the great producer."
"Had to see this to believe it." Xander added as we took our seats around him.
"Oh, you four."
"The school talent show. How ever did you finagle such a primo assignment?"
"Our new Fuhrer Mr Snyder."
"I think they call them principals now."
"Hm. He thought it would behoove me to have more contact with the students. I did try to explain that my vocational choice of librarian was a deliberate attempt to minimize said contact, but, uh, he would have none of it."
"Giles, into every generation is born one who must run the annual talentless show. You cannot escape your destiny."
"Plus, how else am I meant to find joy in life if I cannot find humour in people's misery." I added sullenly. Giles raised his eyebrow questioningly at the others, asking them silently about why I was angrier than normal.
"Don't mind her. She's been bitter since her boyfriend moved to Chicago."
"Ex-boyfriend. If he can't leave his family behind and live secretly in my room for the rest of his life then he doesn't deserve me. Anyway, I'm fine. I mean at least I'm not running the talent show."
"If you had any shred of decency, you would have participated or at least, um, helped."
"Nah! I think I'll take on your traditional role and watch."
"And mock."
"And shudder."
"And laugh." We all laughed, while Giles looked back at the stage with annoyance.
"Okay, I think maybe we'd better leave our Mr. Giles to this business he calls show." We started walking back up the aisle only to stop as Principal Snyder was stood there waiting for us.
"Principal Snyder."
"So, we think school events are stupid, and we think authority figures are to be made fun of?"
"No, no, we don't. W-unless you do."
"I do." I whispered to myself.
"And we think our afternoon classes are optional. All four of you left campus yesterday."
"Well, yeah, but we were fighting a demo..." Buffy started, before Willow cut her off by shoving her.
"Fighting?"
"Not fighting."
"No, no. We left to avoid fighting."
"Real anti-social types. Especially you." Snyder said, gesturing to someone who must have been stood behind me, but I couldn't see anyone. "You need to integrate into this school, people. I think I just found four eager new participants for the talent show."
"What?"
"No!"
"Please?"
"I'll be nice." I begged.
"I've been watching you four, always getting into one scrape or another."
"Well, we're really, really sorry. But about the talent show, please, you can't make us."
"My predecessor, Mr. Flutie, may have gone in for all that touchy-feely relating nonsense, but he was eaten. You're in my world now, and Sunnydale has touched and felt for the last time."
"Can I just mention," Xander started, before Snyder could walk away, "that detention is a time-honored form of punishment?" We nodded along, pleadingly.
"I know the four of you will come up with a wonderful act for the school to watch and mock and shudder and laugh... at." We all sat down in complete shock at this new and horrifying turn of events.
"No!"
"Thank you!" Giles shouted to the tuba girl, obviously pleased with our misery. The next act headed to the stage, which was Morgan and a dummy.
"Ew, dummy."
"Dyow! Mime!" Xander cried out, looking off in another direction.
"I think dummies are cute. You don't?" Willow asked as we both took the seats behind Buffy.
"Uh... They give me the wig, ever since I was little."
"What happened?" I asked.
"I saw a dummy, it gave me the wig. There really wasn't a story there."
"Hi. I'm Morgan." He started moving the dummy's head, whilst doing an annoying voice. "And I'm Sid! Hey, Morgan... Would you like to tell some jokes? Would I? As a matter of fact, it is. It's also a wood nose and wood mouth." Oh my god! These are my people now. I'm going to have to be one of them. "I didn't sleep at all last night."
"All right. Time out. Let's stop this before someone gets hurt." Morgan started using a different voice for Sid and I have to admit it was pretty good. "Kid, you are the worst. Even I can see your lips move." A couple of us started chuckling at the act.
"Hey, come on, Sid. You're spoiling my act. I worked on these jokes for weeks."
"You call those jokes? My jockey shorts are made out of better material. And they're edible." Everyone was enjoying the show now, even Giles.
"There, you see? I'm sure you four can come up with something equally exciting."
