Chapter 3



I couldn’t believe what I saw… he was the one. Could Santa of brought me a more perfect man? So, he was a little childish, not eating his broccoli, I don’t care… I mean I wouldn’t have eaten it either. But soon, he left. I thought I would never see him again. It felt like my heart was smashed into thousands and thousands of itty-bitty pieces… not able to be put back together. But, life must go on, so I went with my cousins to get ready. In about 2 hours we were going to go to karaoke and we had to get ready.


About an hour and a half later, we were done. I had on a pair of black jeans, a silver tank top, and a pair of white Steve Madden platforms. My straight brown hair was up in a bunch of curls with rhinestones holding them up, and help of a curling iron, my cousin. My sister was in a matching outfit except she wore a pair of knee high boots, and her wavy auburn hair, although up in curls as well, was held up with little blue rhinestones. My cousin, Jen, was in a pair of leather pants, and a red shirt that glittered when she walked into the light. Her brown hair was pulled back with purple rhinestones, and she wore a pair of black Steve Madden high heels. My other cousin, Kristie, wore a pair of black jeans, and a red shirt like Jen’s. She wore my black Sketchers. Her hair was like her sisters, but pulled back with pink rhinestones. We all checked ourselves over, making sure everything was perfect, and no hair was out of place. I grabbed my room key and Jen grabbed hers. Karaoke, here we come!


The only moment he had left my thoughts was when we were up there singing. We all sang ‘Spice Up Your Life’ by Spice Girls. I thought we did it rather well… but someone else ::coughcoughemilycoughcough:: had a problem with it.


“Why the hell did we have to do that god damn song? Without adding my wonderful singing talent, it makes people want to rupture their eardrums,” my sister, Emily, bitched to us.


“Cause we hate you and want to put you through hell. No, Em, cause we couldn’t figure out something else to sing. So, since you weren’t there, me, Jen, and Kris decided to do this one. So shut your pie hole before I shut the damn thing for you!” I told her, trying to remain calm before I made an ass out of not only myself, but of my cousins as well. Next I saw him… with four others. What they did next out did everyone else. He was up there with another blonde about 5’8”, another one with dark hair and blue tips about 5’9” with various tattoos, another one with long dark hair about 5’6”, and a fourth who also had dark hair and was about 6’1”. They all looked like they were in their 20s. Well, picture them singing… this:


[Intro]


Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.


It is so big. *Scoff* She looks like,


one of those rap guys' girlfriends.


But, y'know, who understands those


rap guys? *scoff*


They only talk to her, because,


she looks like a total


prostitute, 'kay?


I mean, her butt, is just so big.


*scoff*


I can't believe it's just so round,


it's like,


out there, I mean - gross. Look!


She's just so…black!


[Sir Mix-a-Lot]


I like big butts and I cannot lie


You other brothers can't deny


That when a girl walks in with an


itty bitty waist


And a round thing in your face


You get sprung, wanna pull up tough


'Cause you notice that butt was


stuffed


Deep in the jeans she's wearing


I'm hooked and I can't stop staring


Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha


And take your picture


My homeboys tried to warn me


But with that butt you got makes


Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin


You say you wanna get in my Benz?


Well, use me, use me


'Cause you ain't that average groupy


I've seen them dancin'


The hell with romancin'


She's sweat, wet,


Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette


I'm tired of magazines


Sayin' flat butts are the thing


Take the average black man and ask


him that


She gotta pack much back


So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)


Has your girlfriend got the butt?


(Hell yeah!)


Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!)


Shake it! (Shake it!)


Shake that healthy butt!


Baby got back!


(LA face with Oakland booty)


Baby got back!


[Sir Mix-a-Lot]


I like 'em round, and big


And when I'm throwin' a gig


I just can't help myself, I'm actin'


like an animal


Now here's my scandal


I wanna get you home


And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh


I ain't talkin' bout Playboy


'Cause silicone parts are made for


toys


I want 'em real thick and juicy


So find that juicy double


Mix-a-Lot's in trouble


Beggin' for a piece of that bubble


So I'm lookin' at rock videos


Knock-kneed bimbos walkin' like ho's


You can have them bimbos


I'll keep my women like Flo Jo


A word to the thick soul sistas, I


wanna get with ya


I won't cuss or hit ya


But I gotta be straight when I say I


wanna *fuck*


Til the break of dawn


Baby got it goin' on


A lot of simps won't like this song


'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it


And I'd rather stay and play


'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong


And I'm down to get the friction on


So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}


If you wanna roll in my Mercedes


{Yeah!}


Then turn around! Stick it out!


Even white boys got to shout


Baby got back!


Baby got back!


Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females,


Cosmo ain't got nothin'


to do with my selection. 36-24-36?


Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".


[Sir Mix-a-Lot]


So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout


tapes by Fonda


But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda


My anaconda don't want none


Unless you've got buns, hon


You can do side bends or sit-ups,


But please don't lose that butt


Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role


And tell you that the butt ain't go


So they toss it and leave it


And I pull up quick to retrieve it


So Cosmo says you're fat


Well I ain't down with that!


'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'


And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'


To the beanpole dames in the magazines:


You ain't it, Miss Thing!


Give me a sista, I can't resist her


Red beans and rice didn't miss her


Some knucklehead tried to dis


'Cause his girls are on my list


He had game but he chose to hit 'em


And I pull up quick to get wit 'em


So ladies, if the butt is round,


And you want a triple X throw down,


Dial 1-900-MIXALOT


And kick them nasty thoughts


Baby got back!


(Little in the middle but she got much back) 4x


By the end of the song, we were all cracking up. The end was quickly approaching, and I wanted to sing one more song. No one would sing it with me though. L So, I decided to grab someone and make them sing it. Now, the only problem was who it would be. I scanned the room, looking for my victem, I soon found him. It was the one I was sure Santa sent me. He was all of about 6’1”, with blond hair, and with my shoes, I was about 6’ as well. I grabbed his arm, and told him to come sing with me. He didn’t seem to mind. So, I went up to the guy coordinating the whole karaoke, and told him the song. I turned to him, and whispered the song into his ear. He nodded in approval, and soon the first cords came out, and I began singing:


Tale as old as time,


True as it can be


Barely even friends,


Then somebody bends


Unexpectedly…


Then he turned towards me and began his part:


Just a little change


Small, to say the least


Both a little scared,


Neither one prepared…


Then we joined together for the next part. (Authors Note: From now on, what he sings is in regular font, what Laura sings is in italics, and what they both sing is in bold.)


Beauty and the Beast.


Every just the same


Ever a surprise


Ever as before,


Ever just as sure


As the sun will rise


Ever jut the same…


Ever a surprise


Ever as before


Ever just as sure


As the sun will rise


Tale as old as time


Tune as old as song


Bittersweet and strange,


Finding you can change,


Learning you were wrong


Certain as the sun


Certain as the sun


Rising in the East


Tale as old as time


Song as old as rhyme


Beauty and the Beast


Tale as old as time


Song as old as rhyme


Beauty and the Beast


Beauty and the Beast


The song was soon over, and it was time for us to part once again. We received a big applause, and both took a bow. But then… he left and went back to his friends, and I went back to my cousins and sister. My dream had ended. I kept looking back over to him, and saw him being teased by his friends. After about 20 min. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to go over to him. So I got my courage together, and went to say something. I slowly walked over to him. Standing behind one of his friends, the tallest one, with dark hair. He was talking to the others, and using his hands motioning and waving them around. So, before I said anything, I stood behind him and mimicked him, waving my hands around just as he did. The other 4 guys started cracking up. I knew I would have no problem talking to them now. Hell, all I had to do was introduce myself, and flirt a little… I would have no problem at all. Once the tall one noticed what I was doing, he turned around and just stared at me for a minute. That’s when I decided to start talking.


“Hey, I’m Laura,” I said, sticking my hand out.


“Ah, so you’re the one who made our Nicky-boy sing,” One of the shorter ones with dark hair and red tips said, shaking my hand. “You’re the only person I know who can just get him to do that. It took us 3 hours to get him to sing that other song. Congrats! By the way, I’m AJ.”


“Why thank you!” I said.


“That’s Kevin,” AJ said pointing to the tall one with dark hair, “that’s Howie,” he said pointing to the short one with long dark hair, “that’s Brian,” he said pointing to the short one with blond hair, “and here’s your new friend, Nick,” he said pointing to ‘him’...


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