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Open MIC Night

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Michael Barret returned from classes.

Chase and Logan kept playing stupid video games.

"You've been playing these games since ..." Michael wondered.

Chase and Logan shrugged. "And so?" They went unison. "Hey, what happened to your trousers?"

Michael sighed. "These things always happen when I see Lisa Perkins ... suddenly, the ,zipper became attached to Zoey's motor bike which I had borrowed in order to be faster with Lisa."

Chase and Logan laughed heartily.

"You're so mean!" Michael moaned.

"And you're so stupid!" Logan replied. "Girls don't want losers like you! You need to impress Lisa!"

"As if your advices were worth a dime ..." Chase mumbled.

"Hey! Who is the leading rake at this school?" Logan punched Chase's shoulder.

Michael scratched his head. "Drake Parker?"

Logan stood up and shook his head. "He may dream so, but , actually, it's me! That's why I'm going to win that bet, and Drake will humiliate himself by crossing the campus in a gown!"

Chase shrugged. "But I'm the champion of this video game! Look at these stats!"

Logan laughed. "Girls don't go for freaks who rock at video games. Now, if it were a real car race, ... but there, you wouldn't stand a chance against me!"

Chase shrugged. "We'll see!"

"Let's get a mini-car each, and then we'll race the campus!" Logan boasted. "You will get obliterated in no time! Stakes are the same: A gown for the loser!"

"OK!" Chase shrugged.

"Are you insane?" Michael asked Chase. "Logan will buy a mini-car for a gazillion, and you will lose badly with your hand-made car."

Logan grinned sadistically. "Damn right, Barret!"

Zoey Brooks bounded in, laughing insanely.

"Now everyone laughs about my trousers and my crush on Lisa!" Michael sobbed.

Zoey shook her head. "I'm laughing about Stacey Dillsen. She hurt her butt during Yoga lessons ..."

Michael, Chase, and Logan chimed in.

"OK, Michael, if you want to impress Lisa ..." Zoey pondered, "participate again in the Open MIC Night, it's cool, and Lisa loves music."

Michael shrugged. "OK, if you say so ..."

Zoey smiled.

"But, please, dissuade this fool from his bet with Logan!" Michael begged Zoey. "They want to compete in a car race!"

Zoey was shocked. "Don't do that, Chase! It's gangerous and hopeless!"

"Can't Quinn tune me a mini-car?" Chase asked. "Dustin said that Quinn may even repair planes, didn't he?"

Zoey nodded, "True, but ... don't you remember that Dustin had almost decapitated Dean Rivers ... with a model plane repaired by Quinn? She's insane!"

Chase shrugged. "Dustin never mentions that ..."

"You don't have to remind me! Dustin was close to detention ..." Zoey sighed. "He's more and more like Trish Kirby, that bad girl who ..."

Chase shrugged.

"Quinn recruited more power by disabling the steering mechanism." Zoey explained. "Do you want to endanger your own life and that of many other pupils with such an insanity?"

Chase hang his head in shame. "OK, I cancel the bet!"

Logan boomed sadistically: "Coward! OK, the gown is yours!"

Zoey shook her head. Logan was going to be so sorry for tricking Chase into some silly bet.

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"PCA Entertainment Channel. This is Jeremiah Trottman. We're reporting about the annual PCA Open MIC Night." Jeremiah boomed.

The audience applauded, expecting great artists and performances.

"Our co-commentator is, once more, Lola Martinez!" Jeremiah moaned with a subtle disgust. "OK, Lola, who is our first artist?"

"Oh, it's Michael Barret, a great entertainer. He loves potato snacks and ..." Lola announced when Michael entered the stage.

"Hi fans! I'm singing you a new song, based on a poem by Chase Matthews and Addie Singer." Michael announced. "This year, my little brother Harper is going to accompany me!"

Lola smiled. "The stage is yours!"

Michael smiled.

Harper strummed his guitar.

Michael started singing. But then ... who was that in the front row? Right, Lisa Perkins, his major crush! Michael tried to concentrate on the song and the sound of Harper's guitar ...

Lisa wondered what was going on. She heard Michael stammering like an idiot. "What a jerk!" she thundered.

Michael's vegetative nerves were dystoned, and his stomach cramped. The content of the latter poured down on Lisa's pradas. Michael was so dismayed, he ran away from the stage.

"Michael! Come back! We're not done!" Harper yelled at the top of his lungs. But he saw that it was useless.

Lola was totally shocked. "Sorry ... Michael probably needs his hair cut and shampooed ..."

Harper tore Stacey's scarf from her throat and used it in order to wipe the vomit from Lisa's shoes. "Sorry for my brother!"

Lisa sighed. "No problem! It's not your fault, anyways."

Stacey screamed piteously when she recognised what Harper was using her scarf for. But she was lucky that Michael's hot, stinky stream had not hit her cotton swabs. She'd have died horribly if that had happened.

Jeremiah Trottman had no clue how to continue the show.

"Do you want to continue singing with me?" Harper offered unto Lisa. "I know that you have applied for Pacific Idol with Randy Jackson. Your voice must be very good. And Randy is likely to watch a video of this event."

Lisa shrugged. "Why not?"

Lola heard their conversation. "I have no idea where Michael has gone to, but ... Lisa Perkins will continue this number, along with Harper Barret!"

The audience applauded. The performance by Harper and Lisa was like from another world. Michael's attempts were downright dilettantic. He was a good composer, but a poor excuse of a pop singer.

Zoey hang her head in shame. Her well-meant suggestion had backfired, and Michael was probably never going to forgive her that grave mistake.

Lisa and Harper harvested applause without a trace of an end. There was no way someone like Randy Jackson was going not to be impressed by their performance which was classes above the dilettantic attempt of Michael Barret.

Lola thanked Lisa and Harper. "OK, our next number is ..."

"Jake Crandle!" Jeremiah Trottman sighed. His co-commentator was such an annoyance. Alas, she looked so hot, PCA News would have gone belly up if they had dismissed her. "Lola, stats about Jake!"

"Jake's hair is blond by nature, he's totally hot, he's probably a good kisser!" Lola remarked. "He should try a new shampoo, I suggest ..."

Trottman stomped his feet noisily. Lola's style made his guts revolt.

Jake Crandle [[32]] strummed his guitar and sang a new song, dedicated to his grandma. His performance was great, but he sang terribly.

Lola's ears hurt. "Hi Jake!" Lola stepped up to the blond rake. "You're such a hottie. Too bad your voice doesn't reflect that."

Jake nodded. "I have to work on that ... hi grandma!" He waved into the cam.

"May I test something else?" Lola asked Jake.

"Sure!" Jake replied, smiling.

Lola grabbed Jake and pulled him into a passionate kiss. "Not bad ... really!" Lola smiled happily.

The audience gasped.

Ashley Blake boiled jealously when she saw Lola smooch with the blond rake.

Jeremiah intervened. "We've got one more artist ... a real professional ... it's ... Drake Parker!"

While Jeremiah struggled with his micro, Ashley stormed the stage and simply grabbed Jake and pried him loose from Lola. "You're mine now!" the diva declared arrogantly.

Lola was shocked. Her archrival Ashley had been downright audacious. How could she dare to grab Jake and make out with him, right in front of Lola's nose?

Jake shrugged helplessly. He left the stage, holding hands with Ashley. He felt flattered because Ashley was his favourite actress, and he wanted to be as famous as her.

Drake Parker entered the stage, accompanied by his drummer Neil.[[33]]

Lola beamed. She remembered that she had announced to make out with him during her interview with Vince Blake and Logan. "Hi Drake!" Lola played with her lips.

"Sorry, may we wait until after the performance?" Drake begged Lola. It was for Neil's sake. Usually, Drake wouldn't have hesitated a single moment kissing a girl as hot as Lola.

Lola nodded.

Drake started to sing [[34]].

Where did you go when I arrivedWhat was that look, saw in your eyesNothing is what it appearsI'm a bit more refined in my recent years

The audience clapped and sang along. This even beat the performance of Harper and Lisa. The most surprising fact was that Drake had only got the backup from his drummer boy Neil. The rest of his band was absent.

It's only timeuntil you find out

Lola's heart was melting away when she listened closely to the uttermost sexy male voice she had ever heard.

Drake had written that song about his ex-girlfriend. But things had chnaged fast when Lola returned by his side. He couldn't wait another moment and grabbed her for a lingering passionate kiss.

It was now quite obvious who was the best kisser ever: Drake Parker.

Drake grabbed Lola and carried her away from the stage, singing Makes Me Happy[[35]]. Lola smiled and purred ecstatically.

Jeremiah Trottman was left alone without a co-moderator.

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Juanita Martinez had grabbed Michael, and she dragged him out on the campus. "You really shouldn't hide in a wardrobe."

Michael had gone there after scaring Lisa. He had started to play his flute. Juanita had come along and liked the sound of the flute, whereupon she found Michael in the wardrobe.

"But I'm so sad!" Michael screamed. "I've scared Lisa, and now she's probably going to date my little brother. That sucks so much!"

"It's full moon!" Juanita stated. "The perfect time for an open-air flute performance. I'll sing along!"

Michael shrugged when he unpacked his flute. He followed Juanita to some silent place somewhere out on the campus.

"Hi Michael, Juju!" Megan greeted both of them. "Too bad Nevel can't push the old piano out here. But we'll make a little concert."

Nevel showed up. "The moonshine serenade!" Everyone agreed. "I'm going to conduct!"

Michael's command of the flute was perfect. He started forgetting about Lisa who just wasn't worth it.

Along came Olivary Biallo[[36]]. "Aw Michael!" He squealed ecstatically.

Michael was dismayed, but ... "Olivary, what the ..."

"The moonshine, music, you ..." Olivary squealed joyfully. "That's what I call perfect!" Olivary grabbed Michael for a dance.

Suddenly, after all the sadness, Michael had found his happiness again. He was going to dance with Olivary until dawn.

Megan and Juanita smiled merrily.

Dustin stepped up to Megan and Nevel. "Chase had that bet with Logan ... now he retired because the bet was insane, and he has to cross the campus, dressed in a girl's gown. What to do? He's supposed to do that tomorrow."

Nevel's friend Tyler shrugged. "I don't have the foggiest idea."

Megan scratched her head. "Yeah, that's it ... the foggiest idea!"

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Chase had donned a gown that he had borrowed from Zoey.

Logan dragged himout of the dorm hall. "Hey, what's that?" Logan stammered.

The campus was covered by a dense mist rolling in from the dunes. Nobody was able to see that Chase was wearing a girl's gown.

Logan banged his head against the wall while Chase crossed the campus, whistling merrily.

Megan and Dustin chuckled.

"The artificial fog was a great idea!" Dustin complimented Megan.

"Nevel and Tyler have borrowed a portable mistmaker from Quinn's arsenal, so it was no greater problem." Megan squealed joyfully.

Dustin highfived Megan.

"And I told you that Logan is going to rue the day! Until the days of dystopia ..." Nevel boomed.

Megan, Tyler, and Dustin agreed wholeheartedly with Nevel.

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[[32] ]from Unfabulous : iLike Jake

[[33] ]from Drake & Josh : Megan's New Teacher

[[34] ]It's Only Time by Drake Bell which I don't own

[[35] ]by Drake Bell

[[36] ]from School Dance