Sing When You're Winning (Karaoke Night returns)

[hero-medic.livejournal.com]

Peter walked into the sensoriums once again, after sending out his message to find Lorne's bar had already been set up, as if Stacy had been expecting him. The green-skinned demon barkeep smiled warmly.

"Hey there, eagle scout!" Lorne said, his voice matching the look on his face. "Thanks for bringing me up again! Your first song's cued up. Let's see how big a crowd you can draw this time!" Peter nodded with a sheepish smile and hopped upstage. He hated to admit it, but this was such a stress relief, and nothing could be more embarrassing than the mistletoe incident.

As a slow piano started playing, Peter began singing his slightly sad tune.

o/`City lights are calling
slowly coming back to life
Speeding in the fastlane
Mama let us waste no time

Devil in the doorway selling any knid of hell
We're just coming out to play the game

We never cry for love - we're superheroes
We are back where we belong
We never cry for pain - we're superheroes
Make a stand where we belong

Way too long I've tried to be
what I could never be
For too long you've rolled the dice
but you can't control me
I ain't talking 'bout romance
you may fiddle I may dance
Anyway it's just a game we play..

We never cry for love - we're superheroes
We are back where we belong
We never cry for pain - we're superheroes
Make a stand where we belong

You gotta move to stay alive
We're gonna rock the bash tonight..

Cry for love-we're superheroes
We are back where we belong

We never cry for love... o/`

Peter finished and looked at those who had shuffled in after his comm. He waved to the mic as he got off the stage.

"Mic is free, guys. Go nuts. It's actually a lot of fun..."

[OOC: Same as last time, folks. Start a subthread with your character approaching the stage and singing a song. Characters can react to other's performances even if they aren't singing themselves. And any song you'd like, Lorne has the entire mutliverse on karaoke. I'm not asking, and neither should you. See that? EXACTLY the same. Almost like I was lazy and copy/pasted.]

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[wolf-that-grins.livejournal.com]

"Alrighty then, here's a little song dedicated to my hometown..."

♪One minute I'm in Central Park♪
♪Then I'm down on Delancey Street♪
♪From the Bow'ry to St Marks♪
♪There's a syncopated beat♪

♪Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo♪
♪I'm streetwise♪
♪I can improvise♪
♪Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo♪
♪I'm streetsmart♪
♪I've got New York City heart...♪

[hero-medic.livejournal.com]

Peter grinned a little. He had loved this movie as a kid, and as a New Yorker, the song held a special place in his heart. Before he even knew he was doing it, he was singing along.

o/` Why should I worry?
Why should I Ca-a-a-are?
I may not haaaaave a dime, Oh,
But I've got streeeeet savoir faire... o/`

[wolf-that-grins.livejournal.com]

♪Why should I worry♪
♪Why should I ca-a-a-are?♪
♪It's just be-bop-u-lation♪
♪And I got street savoir-faire...♪

[stickyboots]

They're not the only New Yorkers in the sensoriums, either.

♪The rhythm of the city
But once you get it down
Then you can own this town
You can wear the crown...♪

[wolf-that-grins.livejournal.com]

♪Why should I worry?♪
♪Tell me, why should I ca-a-a-are?♪
♪Say, I may not have a dime♪
♪But I got street savoire-faire...♪

♪Why should I worry?♪
♪Why should I ca-a-aare?♪
♪It's just doo-wop-u-lation♪
♪And I got street savoir-faire...♪

[static-shock68.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sure, use the slow version of the song..." Static said, smiling as he headed up to the mic for his turn.

He'd been feeling a little bit of melancholy for his life lateley, sohis song choice was obvious.

"This goes out to my good friends Rich and Freida, wherever you guys are.

o/'I knew he was different in his sexuality
I went to his parties as a straight minority
It never seemed a threat to my masculinity
He only introduced me to a wider reality
As the years went by, we drifted apart
When I heard that he was gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart

But he's nobody's hero
Saves a drowning child
Cures a wasting disease
Hero...lands the crippled airplane
Solves great mysteries
Hero...not the handsome actor
Who plays a hero's role
Hero...not the glamour girl
Who'd love to sell her soul
If anybody's buying
Nobody's hero

I didn't know the girl, but I knew her family
All their lives were shattered in a nightmare of brutality
They try to carry on, try to bear the agony
Try to hold some faith in the goodness of humanity
As the years went by, we drifted apart
When I heard that she was gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart

But she's nobody's hero
Is the voice of reason against the howling mob
Hero...is the pride of purpose
In the unrewarding job
Hero...not the champion player
Who plays the perfect game
Hero...not the glamour boy
Who loves to sell his name
Everybody's buying
Nobody's hero

As the years went by, we drifted apart
When I heard that you were gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart

But he's nobody's hero
Saves a drowning child
Cures a wasting disease
Hero...lands the crippled airplane
Solves great mysteries
Hero...not the handsome actor
Who plays a hero's role
Hero...not the glamour girl
Who'd love to sell her soul
If anybody's buying
Nobody's hero

Hero..."o/'

He just sighed and stepped down from the stage, happy to have gotten it out of his system, even if that didn't stop him from missing them.

[flashfact.livejournal.com]

Up steps our bright-eyed red head, beer bottle in one hand and the mic in his other.

"This one's for the absent. It's a duet, so feel free to join in."

A slow melancholic piano tune lilts from the speakers.

♪It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won't see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I´ve got a feeling
This year´s for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won't see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I´ve got a feeling
This year´s for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.♪

First verse complete, the tune lifts into a more jaunty Celtic folk tune.

What? His hair is red and his name is West. If he's not of Irish descent I'll eat my hat.

the only version I have of this song is a cover, so idk if the female parts are right, ha ha

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois is surprised she knows some of these songs, despite the general alternate-universe nonsense that plagues, well... everything. And, never being one to pass up some good fun (especially with a few beers in her!) she's happy to jump up with the ginger and scoop up a microphone.

♪They got cars big as bars, they got rivers of gold,
But the wind goes right through you, it´s no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas eve
You promised me broadway was waiting for me!
You were handsome! ♪

There's a lot of doubling up, clearly I didn't think this through xD

[hugelikexbox.livejournal.com]

Wally grins at the new contender, doing his best to play the part of a man who's had more than a few accidents involving booze and heights. He'll be damned if she didn't look like a young Lois Lane, albeit with lighter hair. Didn't she have a sister? Lucy Lane? Oh, wait, his part is coming up--

♪You were pretty,
Queen of New York City,
When the band finished playing they yelled out for more!♪

Ahaha, more fun this way!

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

She grins, doing a hip-swaying little dance on the spot, clearly all-to-comfortable mixing booze and karaoke. She wonders, briefly, why she doesn't sing more –– it's fun.

♪Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks, they were singing
We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night.

And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day. ♪

She turns to look at him as she sings, still smiling, trying not to laugh.

♪You´re a bum, you´re a punk––♪

[flashfact.livejournal.com]

He leans on the mic stand and tips his drink to her, smirk still plastered across his face.

♪--You´re an old @$&% on junk,
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed!♪

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

A tip right back.

♪You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,
Happy Christmas your arse, I pray god it´s our last.

And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day!♪

[hugelikexbox.livejournal.com]

A superspeed swig and then--

♪I could have been someone...♪

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

She shoots back:

♪ Well, so could anyone! ♪

[flashfact.livejournal.com]

He pushes off and reels around behind Lois, reappearing by her shoulder.

♪You took my dreams from me
When I first found you...♪

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Did she just mess up the order of things? Lois doesn't stop to think about it, she just goes on, moving to look at him when he's suddenly on her other side.

Lois tells herself to act like he didn't just disappear and reappear. Oh, meteorfreak-ish people.

♪ I kept them with me babe, I put them with my own
Can´t make it out alone, I´ve built my dreams around you ♪

[hugelikexbox.livejournal.com]

It's Wally. He can roll with a mix-up just fine, as illustrated by joining her in a final chorus of--

♪The boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day!♪

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

She lowers the microphone to laugh when they finish, and since her other hand is still holding that beer, she swaps out a clap on the back for a bump of her elbow.

"Not bad, Rusty. Not bad at all."

[flashfact.livejournal.com]

"Those pipes of yours aren't so bad either," Similarly indisposed, he leans in and taps her bottle with his, "Wally West. A pleasure."

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

She's flattered, and taps his bottle right back.

"Right back at you," she replies. "I'm Lois. Lois Lane."

[hugelikexbox.livejournal.com]

"You don't say," he replies, failing totally in suppressing the knowing smile that creeps across his face, "Long shot... but I don't suppose you were familiar with our Lex Luthor back home?"

Hey, it's a logical leap. Attractive Young Lex, brunette Lois... there were greater stretches to the imagination.

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois is getting used to that song and dance. She gives a helpless shrug.

"I am, actually. He's from my time-line." Or was, anyway. "Of all the people, right?"

[hugelikexbox.livejournal.com]

Wally nods, "He's not exactly topping my list, either. But I've got Bart so I can't complain."

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"Haven't met any Bart yet. Good that you have people, though. I've just got future relatives in an odd by-marriage way."

[flashfact.livejournal.com]

"Really? I'm kinda surprised anyone hasn't met him yet. He's pretty... forward."

That's something of an understatement.

And then that knowing grin turns into a very knowing grin, "So you met Connor then? Kara?"

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. The kid's pretty okay. Kara's... well. She's got a lot more attitude than the Kara I know."

That's a bit of an understatement, too, but she folds her arms and smiles.

"If I see Bart, I'll say hi. Might as well get to know all these people I theoretically share a universe with, right?"

[flashfact.livejournal.com]

"I doubt any of them would let you get away with anything less," he replies, "Future you is a pretty awesome lady."

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"Hey, now me is a pretty awesome lady."

[hugelikexbox.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm sure she is but I'm going to need some proof first."

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? It'll be obvious pretty fast. Try me."