"Let it GOooo!!"
"Let iiit GOoOOoo!!"
"CaAan't hOold it bAack AanyMOooOOooOore!!"
((Florida Riley continued from Excuse me, may I interest you in...?))
Florida's smile rarely faltered. Not even her friend's abysmal singing could put a dent on it, barely even wincing whenever the audio peaked. Like sure, Stacy was a little off-key, but... Hey, that's just karaoke for ya!
The fundraiser was well and truly underway, a decently sized crowd having gathered in the softly lit community hall. Mostly girls from relief society and their relatives, but there was the occasional unfamiliar face amidst the crowd.
No sign of her classmates though... Yet. The night was still young, after all.
The overall vibe was... Well, about what you'd expect really. Lots of smiling faces, a depressingly tame set list and not a drop of alcohol in sight. There were several large punch bowls though, and an assortment of store brand sodas.
Florida herself was mingling close to the entrance, gently sipping from a cup of diet lemonade. There was a table set up with the set list laid out for all to see, along with a donation bucket and a neatly piled stack of pamphlets with info on the local temple - just in case you were curious, you know?
A quiet hum escaped Florida's lips as she stood there, wondering if she'd end up seeing any faces from Red Rock that evening. Whilst she managed to hand out more leaflets than anticipated, she wasn't super convinced that anyone would actually turn up. Odds are most of her classmates were just being polite - which was fine, of course! She could hardly blame folk if they had better things to do with their weekend then turn up to a silly little karaoke night.
Still, you never know...
"LET THE STORM RAGE OOooOOOoOoOOooon!!!"
"Thecoldneverbotheredmeanyway..."
The Mormon Karaoke Thread
Jan 18th - Open
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((Sharad Narang pregame starts here))
Walking in from the night outside, a short figure would arrive, smelling vaguely of cigarette smoke, though no cigarette was visible in his hands. One hand was busy cradling a black-and-purple longboard under his arm, while the other was holding a slightly beat up smartphone that his eyes were locked to.
This wasn't Sharad's usual kind of crowd, nor his typical kind of hangout spot. The community center, worn to shit as it was, was still at least a bit respectable, the kind of place Sharad felt unwelcome in even when it was empty, nevermind now when it was kinda-sorta-almost bustling. Walking through the grounds hadn't lessened that impression, and the glimpse he was getting of the night's event only heightened it. The folks here were visibly churchy, and the Mormon flavor of that kind of crap; he'd known that coming in, but he maybe hadn't expected just how plain it would be on arrival. Sharad, grungy little punk that he was, would cut a controversial figure on first sight, and that was before he got a chance to say or do any of the shit he usually got up to that would really piss them off.
Why was he here, then? Part of it was that he'd already passed the center twice today while cruising around the neighborhood, but he'd passed it plenty of times on other days without giving it a second look. Part of it was that he couldn't go home with Robert doing his usual bullshit, but normally he wouldn't head for the church potluck just because his grandpa threw a plate at him. Mostly it was because none of his buddies were available to chill, much less to give him a place to hunker down until the old shithead wore himself out or went back to work. He'd been trying to pass the time just boarding around the neighborhood, but there was only so long he could do that alone, traversing the same streets over and over, before it became dreary and monotonous in its own right. Most spots to chill in downtown Vegas required money, something Sharad didn't have much of, and what was left was mostly abandoned lots or rundown parks that were neither fun nor safe to be in alone. A churchgroup's karaoke night fundraiser sounded lame as fucking hell, sure, but at least it was something different, in a place that was reasonably safe, and wasn't demanding money for the privilege of boring him to death.
And if it got too boring, well, he could at least get a kick out of ticking off some Mormons and spoiling their shitty party or whatever. He probably wouldn't even have to try especially hard.
But for now, he was on his best behavior. He traipsed in through the open door with a casual air like he wasn't the sorest thumb on Earth, only briefly glancing up from his phone in vain hope that someone here would stick out as familiar amidst the crowd of button-up wearing strangers.
Walking in from the night outside, a short figure would arrive, smelling vaguely of cigarette smoke, though no cigarette was visible in his hands. One hand was busy cradling a black-and-purple longboard under his arm, while the other was holding a slightly beat up smartphone that his eyes were locked to.
This wasn't Sharad's usual kind of crowd, nor his typical kind of hangout spot. The community center, worn to shit as it was, was still at least a bit respectable, the kind of place Sharad felt unwelcome in even when it was empty, nevermind now when it was kinda-sorta-almost bustling. Walking through the grounds hadn't lessened that impression, and the glimpse he was getting of the night's event only heightened it. The folks here were visibly churchy, and the Mormon flavor of that kind of crap; he'd known that coming in, but he maybe hadn't expected just how plain it would be on arrival. Sharad, grungy little punk that he was, would cut a controversial figure on first sight, and that was before he got a chance to say or do any of the shit he usually got up to that would really piss them off.
Why was he here, then? Part of it was that he'd already passed the center twice today while cruising around the neighborhood, but he'd passed it plenty of times on other days without giving it a second look. Part of it was that he couldn't go home with Robert doing his usual bullshit, but normally he wouldn't head for the church potluck just because his grandpa threw a plate at him. Mostly it was because none of his buddies were available to chill, much less to give him a place to hunker down until the old shithead wore himself out or went back to work. He'd been trying to pass the time just boarding around the neighborhood, but there was only so long he could do that alone, traversing the same streets over and over, before it became dreary and monotonous in its own right. Most spots to chill in downtown Vegas required money, something Sharad didn't have much of, and what was left was mostly abandoned lots or rundown parks that were neither fun nor safe to be in alone. A churchgroup's karaoke night fundraiser sounded lame as fucking hell, sure, but at least it was something different, in a place that was reasonably safe, and wasn't demanding money for the privilege of boring him to death.
And if it got too boring, well, he could at least get a kick out of ticking off some Mormons and spoiling their shitty party or whatever. He probably wouldn't even have to try especially hard.
But for now, he was on his best behavior. He traipsed in through the open door with a casual air like he wasn't the sorest thumb on Earth, only briefly glancing up from his phone in vain hope that someone here would stick out as familiar amidst the crowd of button-up wearing strangers.
"'CAUSE BABY, YOU'RE A FIIIIIIIIIIIIREWAAAARK!"
"COME ON SHOW 'EM WHAAAAAAAAaaaAaAT YOUR WAAARTH!"
"MAKE 'EM GO, AAAah, UUuuah, AaAauh!"
"AS YOU SHOOT ACROSS THE SKAAh, Uuuaah, UuAAaAah!"
Florida hummed along, tapping her foot to the beat as she swayed from side to side.
Good old Sister Mary, always giving it her all! Her aggressive fortissimo was quite the stark contrast to the last person who was up; poor Andrea spent the entire time mumbling incoherently into the microphone before storming off-stage in tears.
It made Florida more than a little nervous about her own turn on the mic. No way could she compete with Sister Mary's enthusiasm, nor did she want to choke up like Andrea. But, she felt reasonably confident! Certainly helped that she managed to convince Sister Vanessa to include a personal request on the set list, just for her...
But, her idle musings were quickly interrupted by the arrival of a new face to the party. And by new face, she meant a familiar face! From her school! HUZZAH!
Although... Had she handed Sharad a leaflet? She honestly couldn't remember, she was pretty sure they hadn't even spoken to each other this year, let alone the past week. Had they EVER spoken to each other? Florida was more of a front-of-the-class kind of girl, whilst Sharad always struck her as a back-of-the-class kinda guy.
Well, didn't matter! He was here now, and she felt it was her civic duty to be as welcoming as possible!
"Hiii Sharad!" she calls out, having to raise her voice as Sister Mary's mic peaked again. "So glad you could join us! Please, make yourself at home!"
"COME ON SHOW 'EM WHAAAAAAAAaaaAaAT YOUR WAAARTH!"
"MAKE 'EM GO, AAAah, UUuuah, AaAauh!"
"AS YOU SHOOT ACROSS THE SKAAh, Uuuaah, UuAAaAah!"
Florida hummed along, tapping her foot to the beat as she swayed from side to side.
Good old Sister Mary, always giving it her all! Her aggressive fortissimo was quite the stark contrast to the last person who was up; poor Andrea spent the entire time mumbling incoherently into the microphone before storming off-stage in tears.
It made Florida more than a little nervous about her own turn on the mic. No way could she compete with Sister Mary's enthusiasm, nor did she want to choke up like Andrea. But, she felt reasonably confident! Certainly helped that she managed to convince Sister Vanessa to include a personal request on the set list, just for her...
But, her idle musings were quickly interrupted by the arrival of a new face to the party. And by new face, she meant a familiar face! From her school! HUZZAH!
Although... Had she handed Sharad a leaflet? She honestly couldn't remember, she was pretty sure they hadn't even spoken to each other this year, let alone the past week. Had they EVER spoken to each other? Florida was more of a front-of-the-class kind of girl, whilst Sharad always struck her as a back-of-the-class kinda guy.
Well, didn't matter! He was here now, and she felt it was her civic duty to be as welcoming as possible!
"Hiii Sharad!" she calls out, having to raise her voice as Sister Mary's mic peaked again. "So glad you could join us! Please, make yourself at home!"
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almostinhuman
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"Oh,"
Sharad was honestly expecting to be escorted out by one of the adults in the room, or failing that, that he'd be left to his own devices - which probably would've just lead to more aimless milling about by the entrance. He wasn't expecting anyone to try inviting him in, nor was he really expecting anyone who recognized him to be here, but here she was... Florida, he wanted to say? He'd seen her around, and he'd heard the name in classes he was pretty sure they shared, but he actually wasn't confident that was correct. He was no good at remembering names of folks he didn't actually fuck with, especially not preppy sorts he'd never even spoken to. Maybe he shouldn't say it out loud until he was sure. No need to offend anyone literally immediately upon arrival; there'd be plenty of time for that later in the night.
"Yeah, hey..." he grumbled during a lull in the fuckawful dirge playing onstage. "Uh, I'm here. Didn't have much else to do, so..."
He pocketed his phone and looked her in the eye, returning not so much as an iota of her enthusiasm.
"Honestly kinda just saw this shit popping off from the street while I was passing by. Figured I'd see what's up."
The fingers drummed across the bottom of the skateboard they were holding. Having this massive fucker on hand was almost certainly gonna be a problem. He's thought about leaving it outside, but the threat of it getting stolen had made him think better of it. Still, it absolutely wasn't something he wanted to be carting around all night if he was staying.
"Uh, is there a place I could stick this thing?"
Sharad was honestly expecting to be escorted out by one of the adults in the room, or failing that, that he'd be left to his own devices - which probably would've just lead to more aimless milling about by the entrance. He wasn't expecting anyone to try inviting him in, nor was he really expecting anyone who recognized him to be here, but here she was... Florida, he wanted to say? He'd seen her around, and he'd heard the name in classes he was pretty sure they shared, but he actually wasn't confident that was correct. He was no good at remembering names of folks he didn't actually fuck with, especially not preppy sorts he'd never even spoken to. Maybe he shouldn't say it out loud until he was sure. No need to offend anyone literally immediately upon arrival; there'd be plenty of time for that later in the night.
"Yeah, hey..." he grumbled during a lull in the fuckawful dirge playing onstage. "Uh, I'm here. Didn't have much else to do, so..."
He pocketed his phone and looked her in the eye, returning not so much as an iota of her enthusiasm.
"Honestly kinda just saw this shit popping off from the street while I was passing by. Figured I'd see what's up."
The fingers drummed across the bottom of the skateboard they were holding. Having this massive fucker on hand was almost certainly gonna be a problem. He's thought about leaving it outside, but the threat of it getting stolen had made him think better of it. Still, it absolutely wasn't something he wanted to be carting around all night if he was staying.
"Uh, is there a place I could stick this thing?"
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[On your left, it’s Hope Hynes again.]
A red-faced redhead arrived rather suddenly in Sharad’s wake, breathing heavily as she burst through the doors. She could already hear singing, not that she needed that to know she was late. Between getting held up at home and her bus being late, Hope was already well aware she wasn’t making it to the community centre on time, and yet she’d still sprinted from the bus stop anyway. Showed a desire to be there in a timely fashion, at least. If she couldn’t be punctual, at least show willing!
She hadn’t quite fully parsed the presence of Sharad at first, just sort of become aware that someone else was there talking to Florida before she herself doubled over to catch her breath.
“Hi… hi…” deep breaths. Deep breaths.
“Sorry I’m… late…”
Look up. Sharp exhale, lip angled, blowing some errant strands of hair away from her eyes. Hope regarded the duo, still sucking in oxygen. She had no idea who the boy was, but he looked out of place. That was a good sign, right? Diverse crowd? Hope took it as a good sign.
A red-faced redhead arrived rather suddenly in Sharad’s wake, breathing heavily as she burst through the doors. She could already hear singing, not that she needed that to know she was late. Between getting held up at home and her bus being late, Hope was already well aware she wasn’t making it to the community centre on time, and yet she’d still sprinted from the bus stop anyway. Showed a desire to be there in a timely fashion, at least. If she couldn’t be punctual, at least show willing!
She hadn’t quite fully parsed the presence of Sharad at first, just sort of become aware that someone else was there talking to Florida before she herself doubled over to catch her breath.
“Hi… hi…” deep breaths. Deep breaths.
“Sorry I’m… late…”
Look up. Sharp exhale, lip angled, blowing some errant strands of hair away from her eyes. Hope regarded the duo, still sucking in oxygen. She had no idea who the boy was, but he looked out of place. That was a good sign, right? Diverse crowd? Hope took it as a good sign.
Florida flinched a little when Sharad dropped a casual cuss word. Oh dear, hopefully he didn't do that too often.
Her smile didn't waver though, just happy to see that one of her classmates was curious enough to see what was up. Who knows where that curiosity could lead him!
"That's fiiine, feel free to stay as long as you like!"
There was an applause from the crowd as Sister Mary finished her song, with Sister Penelope stepping up to go next. Florida was pretty sure Sister Penelope was planning to do "I'll Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan? All the millennials were looking particularly excited about that.
"Oh don't worry, I'm sure we can fit that somewhere!" she continued, glancing towards a coat rack near the entrance. There, maybe?
She was still considering where Sharad could put his big skateboard thing when another familiar face arrived, Florida's eyes beaming with excitement! "Hiiiiii Hope! Please, make yourself at home! Both of you!"
Florida glanced between the two, before gesturing to a nearby table. "Feel free to check out the set list! Should be a little something for everyone on it!"
And by that, she meant a mix of Disney songs and family friendly pop music. Plus her special request.
Her smile didn't waver though, just happy to see that one of her classmates was curious enough to see what was up. Who knows where that curiosity could lead him!
"That's fiiine, feel free to stay as long as you like!"
There was an applause from the crowd as Sister Mary finished her song, with Sister Penelope stepping up to go next. Florida was pretty sure Sister Penelope was planning to do "I'll Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan? All the millennials were looking particularly excited about that.
"Oh don't worry, I'm sure we can fit that somewhere!" she continued, glancing towards a coat rack near the entrance. There, maybe?
She was still considering where Sharad could put his big skateboard thing when another familiar face arrived, Florida's eyes beaming with excitement! "Hiiiiii Hope! Please, make yourself at home! Both of you!"
Florida glanced between the two, before gesturing to a nearby table. "Feel free to check out the set list! Should be a little something for everyone on it!"
And by that, she meant a mix of Disney songs and family friendly pop music. Plus her special request.
"A Whole New World" - Aladdin - Harriet G
"Beauty and the Beast" - Beauty and the Beast
"Best Day of My Life" - American Authors
"Billie Jean" - Michael Jackson
"Blinding Lights" - The Weeknd
"Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen - Jaime F
"Can't Feel My Face" - The Weeknd
"Can't Stop the Feeling!" - Justin Timberlake
"Circle of Life" - The Lion King
"Count on Me" - Bruno Mars
"Dancing Queen" - ABBA - Andrea M
"Don't Stop Believin'" - Journey
"Firework" - Katy Perry - Mary P
"Good Life" - OneRepublic
"Good Luck, Babe" - Chapell Roan Florida R
"Hakuna Matata" - The Lion King - Hugh M
"Happy" - Pharrell Williams
"Hey Jude" - The Beatles
"I Gotta Feeling" - The Black Eyed Peas
"I'll Make a Man Out of You" - Mulan - Penelope N
"I Just Can't Wait to Be King" - The Lion King
"I Want to Know What Love Is" - Foreigner
"I Will Be Here" - Steven Curtis Chapman
"I Will Survive" - Gloria Gaynor
"I'm a Believer" - The Monkees
"Is This Love" - Bob Marley & The Wailers
"Just Dance" - Lady Gaga ft. Colby O'Donis
"Let It Go" - Frozen - Stacy S
"Livin' on a Prayer" - Bon Jovi - Georgia D
"Love Yourself" - Justin Bieber
"On Top of the World" - Imagine Dragons - Fred F
"Physical" - Olivia Newton-John
"Roar" - Katy Perry
"Shake It Off" - Taylor Swift - Taryn G
"Shape of You" - Ed Sheeran
"Someone Like You" - Adele
"Sugar" - Maroon 5
"Sweet Caroline" - Neil Diamond - Caroline A
"Take Me Home, Country Roads" - John Denver
"Under the Sea" - The Little Mermaid - Zoe F
"Uptown Funk" - Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars
"Viva Las Vegas" - Elvis Presley
"Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" - Wham! - Wendy W
"Walking on Sunshine" - Katrina and the Waves - Daria K
"We Are the Champions" - Queen
"You Light Up My Life" - Debby Boone - Martha B
"You've Got a Friend in Me" - Randy Newman
'A Vernet is never late; he always arrives when he's supposed to...
or something like that. Haven't watched those movies in years, probably should again. Get people 'round, make it a thing. Could call Ebs, Heather maybe.'
Mitch pushes the entrance doors open as these thoughts meander around his skull. His immense tapestry of hair is tied back into a more formal, loose ponytail (though looking more like a full-blown stallion) to not give the poor sisters a heart attack. Likewise, he'd decided not to wear an Infant Annihilator shirt today and instead put on something a little more palatable...
... Megadeth. Peace Sells, specifically.
'Hey, Mustaine's Christian. So this is probably fine, right?'
He cranes his neck as he looks around the hall for anyone he recognizes.
or something like that. Haven't watched those movies in years, probably should again. Get people 'round, make it a thing. Could call Ebs, Heather maybe.'
Mitch pushes the entrance doors open as these thoughts meander around his skull. His immense tapestry of hair is tied back into a more formal, loose ponytail (though looking more like a full-blown stallion) to not give the poor sisters a heart attack. Likewise, he'd decided not to wear an Infant Annihilator shirt today and instead put on something a little more palatable...
... Megadeth. Peace Sells, specifically.
'Hey, Mustaine's Christian. So this is probably fine, right?'
He cranes his neck as he looks around the hall for anyone he recognizes.
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