Fan Fiction ❯ Chao Music ❯ Turn the Poems Into Songs! ( Chapter 3 )

 

A/N: To all of those who actually care, sorry I haven't updated in the longest time! I got Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door, and I must say, I am literally obsessed. I've already beaten it twice now, and I'm still hooked on it. I loves it too much! Anyway, let's respond to the Reviewers!

 

To Iyou: OK. Thanks a bunch for the character info. I don't know when I'll put Iyou in the story for the first time, but just keep in mind that he will be in there! I'm not going to go into much detail about the Chaos, but is it OK if Iyou is a young Chao, who pretty much just got his license? I think it would add humor, possibly. And please tell me if you have any attitude preferences.

 

To Prince Izzy1: Isn't it a great song? Hehe… YAY DRUG INSPIRED SONGS! Well, actually . . . not really. The reason why John Lennon wrote that wasn't because of drugs but because of something else. It takes too long to explain! Anyway, I don't think Yuji Naka got the idea from that . . . I mean, it's possible, but when they say “eggman” they're talkin' about the guys who delivered eggs to people. A long time ago, that is! Dr. Eggman does not deliver eggs!

 

To Kakashi-fan116: Cool! And I don't even know where that is! I will now except any sharp objects you wish to throw at me! About the bus driver thing, somebody kind of already took that position . . . But maybe I can make you, like, a Chao that won a back-stage pass to meet that band! That would be good . . . Anything to make the story longer!

 

To sls: Um . . . I'll try to put Megan in there somewhere. There's a lot of people named Megan, I've noticed . . . I have like, 8 friends named Megan! It's insane! Same with Brittany!

 

OK! Now we have Chapter 3! Woo!

 

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Chapter 3: Turn the Poems Into Songs!

 

 

“I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH MONEY IT TAKES TO DELIVER SHIPPING AND HANDLING!” screamed Raven into the phone. Julia, Neil, and Skippy stood in a corner, trying to get as far away as they could from the PO'd Chao.

 

“Beep beep buzz buzzo” came the voice of the person on the other side of the phone.

 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS SHIPPING AND HANDLING WITH YOUR BUSINESS?”

 

“Buzz buzz bing bong chocka locka.”

 

“WHY DO YOU THINK I WANT TO USE A COUPON? WHAT GOOD WOULD THAT DO?”

 

“Buzz buzz booz buzz bee.”

 

“I DON'T NEED TO SAVE MONEY! I HAVE THE WEALTHIEST FAMILY IN THE BLOCK! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MY DAD MAKES A DAY?”

 

“Buzz buzz bee?”

 

“YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT! A LOT MORE THAN YOU!” And with that, Raven slammed the phone on the hook, thus ending the call.

 

“Damn those pizza people! They never get anything right at all!”

 

“So . . .” slowly said Julia. “We don't get any . . . PIZZA?”

 

“NO!”

 

“Ooo! Ow!” screamed Neil, faking to choke himself. “I think my stomach just collapsed inside itself!”

 

“So now what are we going to eat?” asked Skippy. “I'm hungy!”

 

“Uh . . .” said Raven. “Let's go raid the fridge!”

 

“YAY!” screamed the other three.

 

Julia ran down the stairs, followed by Skippy. Once entering Raven's huge kitchen, she hurried to the refrigerator and pulled it open. Inside were . . . yogurt, broccoli, celery, different fruits, mushrooms, and . . . tofu.

 

“RAVEN!” screamed Julia. “YOU HAVE NO MEAT!”

 

“Of course I don't!” came Raven's voice from upstairs. “My family is one big vegetarian pit!”

 

Julia let out a frustrated scream and slammed the fridge shut, while Skippy watched from far, far back.

 

“HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE IF THERE IS NO MEAT?” asked Julia, falling on her knees and shaking her hands. Then, she broke down and cried. “IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!”

 

“Woah,” said Skippy, simply, never seeing this side of Julia before.

 

Raven slid down the stair rail and walked to the refrigerator. Humming to herself, she selected a giant carrot and began to snack on it happily. Neil, who had just gotten down stairs, had already had enough of Julia's loud and creepy crying.

 

“Uh . . .” he said, looking at the now wet Chao lying on the floor. “I'm going to McDonalds.”

 

“Yeah . . .” said Skippy, quietly walking out the back door. “Same here.”

 

“NO!” shouted Raven. “You can't go to McDonalds! It's dangerous! Their fries will kill you!”

 

“But Raven!” shouted Neil. “Food!”

 

Julia, who had now regained her senses, stood up and trudged over to the pantry to see if there might be anything good in there. After standing in the pantry for about five minutes, the other three heard a shriek of delight. Julia waltzed out with one of those five-pound Hershey bars.

 

“Dude!” shouted Raven. “I was wondering where I hid that thing!”

 

“So we're just going to eat chocolate for lunch?” asked Skippy.

 

“Uh . . . looks that way.”

 

And so, the four Chao divided the huge chunk of chocolate into quarters, and the Chaos ate the rich yumminess that is a Hershey bar. This concluded their lunch problem.

 

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“OK. So . . . we're supposed to right songs,” said Neil, sitting with a pen and notepad. “Any ideas of what we could do?”

 

“Ooh! Ooh!” said Julia, waving her hand spastically in the air.

 

“OK. Julia?”

 

“We need to write a song about cows!”

 

“Cows?” asked Raven, eyeing Julia strangely.

 

“Yeah! They're so innocent and stupid! It could be something like, “Be like the cows, where there's not such thing as a worry!”

 

“Poetic,” said Neil, scribbling the word “cow” on his notepad. “Anything else?”

 

“Mmm . . . rock versions of Edgar Allen Poe poems!”

 

“Like `The Raven'?”

 

“Yeah!”

 

“OK.” And Neil scribbled down “Poe”.

 

“I have a big stack of poems I wrote around here,” said Raven. “If I can find them, we could make music for them and stuff.”

 

Neil nodded and scribbled down “Raven's Poems”. And thus, it began. Neil and Julia, who were going to be the song writers, sat down with the pen and notepad, while Skippy and Raven ran off to find Raven's stack of poems.

 

“OK. Cows. We need to write song about how people should live the life of cows.” Neil then looked at Julia. “I'm sorry, but that sounds weird.”

 

“Yeah . . . but it works. We're a band. We can do anything.” Julia sat and thought about possible things for the cow song. She struck an idea, and began to write.

 

The daily life that surrounds me and chokes me

And pushes me to understanding

But how would I feel if there was none of that

I'm thinkin' that I would be HAPPY!

 

I could be happy with nothing to worry

And living a life that is care-free

Like a cow I would do what I want knowing

That no one would want to stop me

 

I'm living a life out of pleasure and bright days

I've nothing to worry about now

There's nothing but happiness and peaceful things

When living the life of a cow!

 

“Oh!” said Neil, finally understand where Julia was getting at. He took his own pen and added a chorus.

 

Oh how I'd love to be a cow right now

I'd be so happy, no one will push me!

`Cause a cow sleeps when she wants

Eats what she wants

Saying “nothing will worry me!”

 

All she does is what she needs to do

To get through her life, nothing else new

She's too big to push

And too loud to shush

My, what a life that must be!

 

Julia and Neil nodded respectfully. “We can have Skippy write a guitar solo,” said Neil, “and then we can repeat the chorus a couple of times.”

 

“Well that was easy,” said Julia. “Do you think it'll get any harder than this?”

 

“I don't know. But anyway, we got a song done from the list.” After saying that, Neil crossed out “cows” on the list.

 

“Mmm,” muttered Julia. “We don't need to do lyrics from an Edgar Allen Poe poem, because the lyrics are already there. And we can't do anything about Raven's poems until Raven finds them. And even when she does, the lyrics will still be there.”

 

Neil nodded. “How about we make a song about . . . a girl.”

 

“Why a girl?”

 

“Uh . . . because all of these other bands have at least some song about a girl. And they all tell a story. We need to have songs that have stories in them!”

 

“Yeah. What kind of girl should we sing about, though?”

 

“Happy girl?”

 

“No. To cheery. How about . . . an old lady who's lost in the 60s!”

 

“And how would we write about that?”

 

“Hmmm . . . She could have nostalgia for her late husband and the people she met!”

 

Neil smiled widely and nodded, grabbing his pen.

 

Down at the end of the cul-de-sac

Lives the sweetest of all ladies; Widow Brown

And the . . .

 

“Wait,” said Julia, stopping Neil in mid-sentence. “Don't do `Brown'. There are enough `Brown' people.”

 

“True,” said Neil, crossing out “Brown”.

 

Down at the end of the cul-de-sac

Lies the sweetest of all lades; Widow Brown Bose

And the children

 

“Bose? As in the speakers?”

 

“Uh . . . yeah. They had to be invented by somebody.”

 

Julia nodded, and Neil continued to write.

 

Down at the end of the cul-de-sac

Lives the sweet WidowBrown Bose

And the children riding their bicycles

Wave at them and show their smiles

While biting their tongues at her clothes

 

Widow Bose does not wave back

But instead lifts up two fingers

With her thumb extended outward

Index and Middle pointing upward

And mutters “peace” while her hand lingers

 

See, Widow Bose, she had a husband

Who had died back in Vietnam

During the Summer of Love, she lost him

Another soul among the flotsam

But Widow Bose, she never forgot her love

 

Now the 60s, they stay with her

She can't bear to lose the memories

Of the flowers he brought to her

Of the records he bought for her

And the songs they would both sing

 

She walks into her tiny house

And stares at the bright wall paper

She grabs a random LP

And slides it out of the sleeve

And places it in her old record player

 

And then the doorbell rang.

 

“I'll get it!” came the voice of Raven, who could then be seen running towards the door. She opened it, and there stood Magic Alex, who looked as though he had had a heart attack.

 

“Alex?” asked Raven, shocked to see the normally emotionless producer standing there bug-eyed and freaked out. “What happened to you?”

 

“I think I found a bus driver,” said Alex, walking inside the house, spinning around occasionally and then falling down, fortunately on a chair. “The thing is, though, I'm not sure if I want him any more or not.”

 

“Why?”

 

Raven looked out the window to see an extremely young Chao, maybe just a couple of months older than she, washing a giant, red . . . double-decker bus?

 

“Why do we have a double-decker bus?” asked Raven.

 

Alex immediately snapped out of his trance and into his normal, calm, laid-back attitude. “It's the new wave!” he said excitedly. “Ever since they appeared on that one episode of CSI: New York, everyone's been wanting one!”

 

“Right . . .” she said plainly, looking over the big British bus that was now they're own. “Who's the guy? Did he come free, or is he just . . . admiring our `new wave'?”

 

“That's Iyou. He's your bus driver. The thing is though, he just got his license. Today.”

 

“Sounds like fun!” said Raven. “I'll go tell the others! In the mean time, tell him he's got the job!”

 

“OK then.” Alex went outside to tell Iyou, and by looking out the window, Raven could see Iyou jumping up and down, obviously excited he was able to drive the . . . “new wave”.

 

Raven went upstairs to see Julia and Neil staring at a piece of paper with a few scribbled words on it.

“We hit a wall,” said Neil, who then sat up and looked at Raven. “Who was at the door?”

 

“Alex. We have a bus driver.”

 

“Yay!” shouted Julia. “This is so cool! We get a BUS!”

 

“A double-decker bus.”

 

“Why?” asked Neil.

 

Raven elbowed him, nearly knocking him over. “It's the new wave,” she muttered to him, half annoyed. “Get it?”

 

“Got it.”

 

“Good.”

 

“Well, I'm bored,” said Julia, standing up. “I want to go take a ride in Bus.”

 

“You mean the bus.”

 

“No. Just Bus. That's what we're naming him.” And with that, Julia skipped down the stairs, followed by Raven and Neil.

 

“HEY SKIPPY!” shouted Neil. “WE'RE GOING TO GO TAKE A RIDE IN BUS!”

 

Immediately after that was spoken, Skippy came bolting out of a random room and outside towards the bus. After staring at the bus in awe for a couple of minutes, the four Chao walked in and climbed to the roof.

 

Magic Alex shortly joined them and sat down in the front. “I've taken the liberty to adding safety belts,” he said. “You might want to put them on. Really.”

 

The four Chao looked at each other, shrugged, and put in their seat belts.

 

They could hear the engine roar. Smoke shot out of the exhaust pipe, and they were off. At seventy mile per hour.

 

“Dude!” shouted Neil, looking over the edge. “Everything's a blur!”

 

“THE WIND!” shouted Raven, covering her face. “IT'S BURNING MY EYES!”

 

“Woah,” said Skippy quietly. Then to Julia, he said “I've never seen that much energy in an old person before.”

 

“IYOU!” shouted Alex. “YOU'RE IN A SCHOOL ZONE, FOR PETE'S SAKE! AT 70 MPH!”

 

The bus immediately slowed down, and had it not been for the safety belts, our five little friends would have been catapulted over the railings and onto the street, where they could have been flattened by the still moving bus. The bus stopped in front of the city bus, and below them, the people walking on the streets clapped as they saw the five survivors on top.

 

“Woo!” shouted Julia, who apparently had the time of her life. “That was AWESOME!”

 

“We just need to remember to wear safety goggles or something,” said Raven, who's eyes were now red and dry. “I feel like scratching my eyes out of my head.”

 

Julia nodded, then handed Iyou a twenty-dollar bill. “That was fun, bus-driver guy. I'll give you another one if you do it again.”

 

“No,” said Alex, wobbling around and around and around. “I need to stop. I think I'm going to be sick. Iyou, don't drive so recklessly next time!”

 

“What are you talking about?” asked Iyou, innocently. “That wasn't reckless! That was Grade A driving!”

 

“Tell me, Iyou,” said Skippy. “How long were you in driving school before you graduated?”

 

“About a week. I wasn't in for long. I was the top of my class.”

 

Skippy's mouth hung open. “How did you . . .”

 

“Just, don't ask,” said Raven, putting her hand over Skippy's mouth. “I don't want to know.”

 

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Yeah, I know that kind of sucked, but I can't think of anything else. I really have hit a wall.

 

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