Shuggazoom City

oK, BASICLY, our characters have to sing a song, but it cant be a sing you already know...you have to make your own song up

So...Melrose will go first...

Melrose: "Me?...why me? "

Joelle: "aw, come on mel, you wrote a grest song and i bet you;ll sing great".

Melrose: 'fine.."

*goes onto stange and starts singing:

"*starts playing on guitar* "ohhhhh, you were always there for me, even in the darkest hour, you were always there to put a smile across my face, you never left my side, even if i asked you too, you were always there to take my hand and show me the how....YOUR MA FRIEND, YOUR MA MATE, YOUR MA ANGEL FROM HEA....VEN, you never left me behind… and never gave up on meeeeee, YOUR MA FRIEND, YOUR MA MATE, YOUR MA ANGEL FROM HEAVEN...Your my friend…

*music plays*

I was all alone….before I found you…, you saw the tears I cried and used your smile to blow them awaaaaay, you never told me no,… you never gave up on me, you never left my side and never told me good…byeeeeee…,YOUR MA FRIND, YOUR MA MATE, YOUR MA ANGEL FROM HEAVEN….you said never give up and keep climb…ing, YOU MA FRIEEEEND, YOUR MA MATE, YOU’RE MY ANGEL FFROM HEA…VEN…..your ma friend….

*music plays*

You never said no, you never say good..bye,… you never pushed me a…way, you never let me go…you never left my si...de….your never alone, cos you are the only sould in my li……fe…

YOUR MA FRIEND, YOUR MA MATE, YOUR MA ANGEL FROM HEAVEN, YOU NEVER LEFT MY….SIDE, YOU NEVER SAID GOOD BYE……YOU’RE MY FRIEND, YOUR MA MATE, YOUR MA ANGEL FROM HEA….VEN…….

…You’re my friend…..

YOUR MA FRIEND, YOUR MA MATE, YOUR MA ANGEL FROM HEAVEN, YOU NEVER LEFT MY….SIDE, YOU NEVER SAID GOOD BYE……YOU’RE MY FRIEND, YOUR MA MATE, YOUR MA ANGEL FROM HEA….VEN…….

You’re my friend,….”

Joelle" Alright Melrose...that was great....now...time for my own song...so.."

"HERE WE GO"

*Drums bang* "oh oh oh oh oh oh....its another saturday night...its ganna be fun night...all the lights are a blize, to lighten up the empy streets, come on take out those newshoes, and turn up the radio cos tonight is ganna be a fun...night....

OH YEAH YEAH, TURN UP THAT RADIO AND STAMP YOUR FEET ON THE GROUND, THROW THE POPCORN IN THE AIR, COS ITS A PARTY...WHOA WHOA WHAO, ITS A PARTY....

Come on ladies, throw on that make up, boys, put on your hair gel...cos tonight is ganna be the night we will never forget, ohhh, come on up on the dance floor and do the chicken dance, cos tongiht is ganna be a fun night....cos ITS A PARTY....

WHOA WHOA, TURN UP THAT RADIO AND STAMP ON YOUR FEET, THROW THE POPCORN IN THE AIR..AND SHOUT AS LOUD AS YOU CAN....MAKE AS MUCH NOUSE, UNTIL THE NAIGHBOURS COMPLAIN..COME ITS A FUN NIGHT...COME ON AND JOIN IN THE FUN...COS ITS PARTY TIME...

Ohhh, laides, find your partners, boy, find your princess, cos tonight its a special night, it only happns once a week. Come on, take your dance shoes on the stage..and sing along...make as much noise...until the naighbour complans....ITS PARTY TIME..

OHHHHHH, YEAH YEAH YEAH, ITS PARTY PARTY PARTY TIME....STAMP YOUR FEET ON THE GROUND AND THROW THE POPCORN IN THE AIR....COME ON, TURN THE RADIO UP...AND SHOUT AND SCREAM TILL THE NAIGHBOURS COMPLAIN.....COS TONIGHTS....ITS....PARTY TIME....

Whoooa,....oooh,...its party time..."

Seelie: *claps* Excellent! ^-^ You guys sang great! Well...See you guys later! *runs out of the room so she can evade singing*

HEY, COME BACK HERE

*uses magikc rope to wrap around seeie and drags her back here*

Seelie: *sighs* Fine, let me think!
(Jojo you gave me a hard one, I'm a story writer, songs aren't my area XP)

I can't sing or write songs either, but Melody and Belac can! ^^

well...you could try something else like dancing or knife catching?

heh hhe

*laughs* As of right now, my biggest talent is poetry writing. XP Thats all I do anymore!

kool, tell us a poem then

Alright ^-^

This is poem is copyrighted by me by the way XP

Fair moonlit tree tops glisten, as they,
direct the path ahead. The ground shines bright,
both dark and light with stones and green danae.
You watch with wonder, as fauns dance with sprites.

Were you fearful of the forest's lush rage?
Its wrath and hate of strangers trespasses?
As they impose upon sacred soil stage,
and crush the life and soul the wood raises.

The earth suffers no wrath to thee, my friend,
the vast forest can't hate, only adore.
It's love grows trees, its peace consoles, and mends,
the moonlit trees to us, would not ignore.

Never assume all yearn for war, for spite,
sometimes the need for peace, can make all, right.

beautiful