- This and the next 2 chapters will be the last chapters until a BIG event (Wow already? Man I need to stop rushing and take it slow.
Mean while..
"Hey, come on, come along take a ride
There's a party over there, that ain't no jive
It's live, live, it's all the way live
Don't even have to walk, don't even have to drive
Just slide, glide, slippity-slide
Just forget about your troubles and your nine to five
And just sail on (that's what you do), just sail on
Now this groove's so funky, hey, what to you think
What is it called, let's call it Lakeside stank
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
I'm the captain of this vessel
We wanna take you on a cruise
All around the land, music is at hand (huh)
We wanna play it for you
Your crew of entertainers (jam to the music) jam to the beat (jam, yeah)
Don't let nothing restrain you (uh-huh)
We just want you to feel
Nothing but pleasure (pleasure), musical pleasure (yeah, yeah)
Our music is very real (it's really real)
Truly a treasure (a treasure), musical treasure-"
It was lively in the land of C.F.
Everyone grooving.
Everyone moving.
Everyday there was songs being played. Not once have they missed an opportunity to groove.
Asmic was the one who sings most of the time. Jandel mostly help with the background music.
"-Come along, pack your bags
Get on up and jam y'all
Come on and ride on the funk, y'all
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
We're the directors of this groove ship
And you are under our command, yeah
What you should do is take a listen, too
So you can understand
Everybody happy (do you wanna party)
We create the beat (that foot stompin' music)
That keeps the people dancin' (uh-huh)"
Random flashback (17 years ago)...
"I have to do this again?" Younger Asmic sighed. This was the second time today. His synthesizers and record players were acting up since he stayed in the rain too long.
"Hey Asmic! Your back already? Man, those must be acting up." Younger Jandel stood in the shop that her father owned call "The Cosmic Gig."
"Yeah. Hey! There's this thing I wanted to ask you? Would you be my- OW!" The screwdriver pulled out the screw to his neck panel making him flinch.
"Hold still! I'm trying to get the rust off first!" The wet towel ran across the outer edges.
"Would you be my-"
"Hm?"
"My-"
"Say it already"
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Trolls: CFSR&B
Fanfiction[BOOK 1 OF THE CFSR&B SERIES] This story is about how there is more tribes, but then they realised that they looked like the funk trolls. Different looks, beats, music, singing, etc. Living at the very far end of the funk territory lives cosmic funk...
