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____________________________________Shawn is standing by the curtain, in costume as half of Tears for Fears. Gus walks up to him, dressed in the red pleather suit of Michael Jackson.
"What's with the Michael Jackson outfit? That's, like, two years old.", Shawn whines as he sees what Gus is wearing.
"I got scared."
"You were supposed to be Billy Ocean.", Shawn says as he holds up his TFF album.
"Why would Michael Jackson sing with Roland?"
"Why would Billy Ocean sing with Roland Orzabal?", Gus fires right back.
"'Cause he's awesome. Now we gotta add the moonwalk into "Shout" and hope the judges don't slam us for it.", Shawn sighs.
"I don't know how to moonwalk."
"You better learn quick.", Shawn half scoffs and half laughs.
"Shawn Spencer and Mr. Burton Guster. Let's give 'em a nice round of applause.", A teacher calls over a mic, signalling their cue.
Gus and Shawn part the curtains and walk out.
____________________________________Shawn and Gus are sitting in the darkened office watching the TV on which a man and woman are performing "She'll be Coming 'Round the Mountain", the man beat-boxing.
Gus is eating popcorn as he enjoys the show. The look on Shawn's face mirrors that of the judges on the program. Next up are two Asians singing "Ave Maria". Gus points at the TV and laughs.
The third pair draw breath to sing but are stopped by the head judge, Nigel St. Nigel.
"You're stiff. Inarticulate. Slightly jaundiced. Asymmetrical. You smell. The one on the right... there's something in your teeth. All in all, I'd say there's absolutely nothing worthwhile about either one of you.", He spits at the pair, malign their faces crumbles completely at his harsh criticism.
"But we haven't even sang yet."
"Apples and oranges. Anybody else?"
The female judge, Emilina Saffron answers.
"I like 'em.", She says.
"Well, of course you liked them. You've been asleep for the last 45 minutes.", Nigel St. Nigel sighs as he looks to the third judge.
"Zapato?"
"Well, I..."
"Good. Moving on."
The host, Lester, pushes the girls gently off camera before looking at it himself.
"Coming up after the break...", He starts, but his voice is cut off by Shawn, as he motions to the TV.
"You see what I mean?"
"Shh!"
"You're shushing me for reality TV?", Gus shushes him again, making Shawn roll his eyes.
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Fanfictionᴋᴀɪʀᴏꜱ (ɴ.) ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ, ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄʀᴜᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ; ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ ᴀᴛᴍᴏꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ʟᴇꜱɪɴꜱᴋɪ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀᴡɴ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ. ᴡ...