The Pink Floyd Household

Karaoke

The other four of the Pink Floyd boys gathered 'round the curly haired brunette, curious to see what odd thing Syd had bought this time. He carried a heavy looking smallish card board box with bold, bright prints on the side.

   "What's in the box, Syd?" Asked David.

    "Yeah, what's in the box?" Repeated Nick.

   A sly smile tugged at Syd's lips as he gave a nonchalant shrug and walked into the living room, his band mates trailing behind him. Setting it down in the middle of the round wooden coffee table, he chuckled as they leaned over to read the blocky writing.

   "Ka-ra-o-ke," worded out Rick softly to himself giving Syd a puzzled look.

   "Tonight's activity," he mused, going off to grab a six pack of 'Corona' (best Mexican beer XD) from the fridge.

"Where'd you get the beer?" Nodded David.

"From a friend- but you're missing the point!" Insisted Syd, we're going to sing."

At that, Nick nearly choked on his beer. Forcing down the brew he took a nervous gulp. "Heh- WHAT?!" He exclaimed rather panicky.

"It's fine- okay, I'll start," The four of them watched intently as he took the set out of the box and hooked it up to the television set. Finally, typing in the song he wanted. A pause as the others waited anxiously for what would happen, and then. Music began playing as Syd sang along to the highlighted words of 'Bike' on the screen.

No one spoke a word until the end when a modest '73' popped up on the screen. "See, you sing for a score," said Syd. Looking around at his band mates faces he noticed that a few had casted each other these glances as if declaring a challenge. However, it was the one whom had been strangely quiet that simply looked down and avoided everyone's eyes.

Roger Waters felt a lump form in his throat and his stomach clench tightly. Biting his bottom lip he ignored the intense feelings of loathing he felt at the moment. For, he knew his voice was 'shit' or as Gilmour would put it 'Horse' Shit. He had already admitted he was rather self conscious of his voice and now Syd was making everyone participate in a Kara-what's it now? Competition. Fuck you, Syd! He thought to himself, glaring daggers at his mate.

"I'll go, I'll go!" Called out Nick, giggling slightly, making the other's groan when the television set blared out Abba's 'Dancing Queen'.

"What even is this?" Asked Rick out of curiosity...because curiosity kills the cat.

"Some disco pop song, it comes out a whole bunch on the radio-how could you not know it?!" Responded David, shaking his head in amusement when Rick shrugged.

"Oh boy!" Enthused Nick, "A 50, better than I expected! Roger, you're next."

Roger froze a bit looking hesitantly at the microphone. "I-Uh?"

   "Oh just sing, Waters!" Exclaimed David, "grab a beer, pick a song, your voice can't be any worse than Dylan's," he spoke teasingly.

   At that comment, he shot a David a glare, "Oh shut up!" Clenching his jaw he then picked one of his own and sat tensely as the music for 'Set The Controls for the Heart of the Sun' echoed through the room. Clearing his throat he then cursed as he came in at the wrong time- this caused the others to laugh. Choking down any nasty comments he continued to sing, struggling to stay in tune. The tortuous minutes then ended with a disappointing 32.

Silence filled the room and then the others erupted in laughter only causing Roger to sink closer to the ground in humiliation.

"Shut up!" He repeated, "David, your turn." Almost as if sensing Roger's sour mood, Rick's kitty hopped up onto his lap snuggling down comfortably.

Setting down his bottle of beer David then entered the song 'Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun' giving Roger a playful smirk. Earning himself a swift kick from a pissed off Roger which he was careful to avoid.

"Ooh ouch that's mean!" Exclaimed Nick, letting out a laugh.

"Alright," chuckled David before changing the song to 'Space Oddity by David Bowie.

"Space Oddity?" Commented Nick, nudging Gilmour,"David would be very flattered."

Rolling his eyes, David then sang the song and received the highest score this evening an 89. Quite pleased with himself he then faced Rick, "your turn."

"Oh," was his only response as he entered the song 'Louie Louie' nervously looking around he locked eyes with each of his band mates. "Everyone join in...please."

Coming to a silent agreement they all decided to sing horribly out of tune, so much so that Rick's Kitty jumped off Roger's lap and went to join Pink and Floyd somewhere else. This gave them a solid 30, which made Roger feel slightly better about his 32. Only slightly though.

Nick then went again singing a duet with his best friend, much to Roger's dismay. Meanwhile those two butchered 'Dancing in the Street', David was forced by Syd and Rick to go get snacks from the kitchen since it seemed like they'd be here all night.

Nobody payed any attention to Roger and Nick's score and instead focused on devouring the cheese and crackers leaving the bowl of cherry tomatoes in the middle all alone.

    "Tomatoes, seriously?" Sneered Roger, "Get your lazy ass back there and get us some real snacks."

    Gilmour didn't move from his spot on the couch. Some would say it was because of his pride, and that he wasn't going to take such a rude request. But the reality is exactly what Roger had said: he was a 'lazy ass'. "Oi, can it, low score," mumbled David in response. To which Roger opened his mouth to respond, flushed in anger and embarrassment, and decided to keep quiet.

   Syd in the meantime was looking back and forth between the two, the tension making his head hurt. "How about..you two sing a duet." He said so as more of a demand than a request.

   Both Roger and David shot him a 'are you kidding me?' Look, and Nick had already got around to picking the song trying to hold in his laughs as 'Mammamia' by Abba, again, blared from the set.

    "This'll be quite a show," mused Rick letting out a soft laugh as he sat back to enjoy the moment.

   "Fine, give me Mic!" Snapped Roger, making a grab for it.

   "What? No! It's mine." Huffed David.

    "Just share it," said Syd.

    This emitted another groan from the two as they reluctantly took their places, singing through the night.