Fan Fiction ❯ Chao Music ❯ Recording ( Chapter 4 )

 

A/N: Hi everyone! I am proud to say that I have picked up my dusty guitar, and now I can't put it down! That's what I've been doing all week! I learned a Nirvana song and a Beatles song! Yay for me!

 

Let's respond to the Reviewers!

 

To Iyou: I'll seriously try! I am going to use your quote thingies though!

 

To the ultimate dude!: I don't really know what your talking about, but I'm guessing that your stunned at my talented writing skills. That was a jk, by the way!

 

To Kryptic teh Foxie: I FIGURED OUT HOW TO WRITE “THE” AND I AM SO HAPPY! I kept writing it and spell check kept changing it to “the”! Lol! Anyway, Yay! I converted someone! And I wish you could ride the bus. Iyou loves it when people ride his bus!

 

To Prince Izzy1: Yeah. I have to admit, the song about the cow just kind of came out of left field. And then the Widow Bose one just kind of popped into my head when I was thinking about how my dad would yell random things about the Vietnam War. I guess it was because of the video game that's about it. That war was a waste! Boo!

 

To Amy Rose: I forgot what the pun was! I'm forgetting my own story! Mrs. Goodlady is 3 in Chao Years. One Chao Year is equal to 14 human years, so Mrs. Goodlady is 42 in human years! Older than my oldest sister! And the real Iyou, who inspired the character, appreciates the fandom! And I sent you an email about the Chao, I don't know if you got it or not. I'll send it again!

 

And now the chapter!

 

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Chapter 4: Recording

 

Magic Alex tapped his foot impatiently on the hard cement outside of Neil's house, where the band was supposed to come out and meet him. Iyou was waiting in Bus, reading a Nintendo Power magazine. It was a very rare treat to get a delicacy like this, but somehow Iyou had managed to find the latest issue; still in mint condition, and worth hundreds.

 

Magic Alex looked at his watch, then sighed. They were getting their instruments ready, but how long was that supposed to take? They needed to get cracking on their album right away! Their first album!

 

Alex needing something to get them to hurry up. Just anything to get their butts in gear. This cement was starting to hurt his feet too.

 

Alex then thought of the lowest thing to get attention possible.

 

“YOU'RE RIGHT, IYOU!” shouted Alex to no one in particular, even though he had just shouted the name of the bus driver. Iyou seemed to not notice.

 

Alex continued. “THOSE GROUPIES SURE CAN DANCE!”

 

“WE DON'T HAVE GROUPIES YET!” came a voice from inside the house. Alex smacked his head.

 

“JUST HURRY UP!”

 

Apparently that was all he had needed to say in the first place, because the four Chao he had been waiting on began to carry their stuff out and put them inside Bus. Then they themselves climbed in and sat down.

 

They dared not to sit on the roof, all because of the last experience. They figured that if they remained inside Bus, the chances of them flying off were lesser, and if Bus tipped over, they wouldn't be crushed by the massive weight.

 

Iyou turned the keys. “Buckle up!” he shouted.

 

The five others just exchanged glances.

 

“Iyou,” said Julia, concern in her voice. “Bus doesn't have seat belts.”

 

“Rrrigh,” said Iyou, apparently not knowing. “Well in that case . . . don't fall off your seat.”

 

And then Bus took full throttle and blasted down the road.

 

Because of the last incident, Alex had verbally reprimanded Iyou to drive the bus more carefully. Iyou had apologized very sincerely, but Alex couldn't help but have noticed the little glint of mischief in Iyou's eye . . .

 

 

“So where are we going again?” asked Raven.

 

“To the same place you were last time,” said Alex. “Chao Recording Studios. It's going to be a bit hard to get a room, since it's mostly used for television events, but we should be able to get one sooner or later.”

 

“How is this whole recording thing going to work?” asked Skippy, obviously eager to be famous. “Will we automatically sell albums world wide and be played all over the radio, or what?”

 

“Ima has made deals with America, England, and Japan,” responded Alex. “Our albums should be sold there, but the whole radio thing, I'm not to sure. I know the BBC has already agreed to test us out, but knowing them, we . . . IYOU! LOOK OUT!”

 

Alex's cry seemed to have caught Iyou's attention, because just in time Bus swerved out of the way of a cement truck, knocking down the Chao and their instruments in the process.

 

Alex got up quickly. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?”

 

“Not much, really,” said Iyou, trying his best to look back and keep his eyes on the road at the same time. “I was just trying to finish up this paragraph about Mario Kart: Double Dash!!.” He then gave a small sob. “Why can't I beat the Mushroom Cup at 150cc? WHY, WHY, WHY!?!?”

 

Alex managed to roll his eyes, while the other Chao picked up their instruments and put them back where they were.

 

“Problem,” came the voice of Julia.

 

“Hmm?” asked Alex, looking over to where she was. She motioned him closer.

“Looked what happened to my bass.” She lifted up her bass guitar for all to see. There was a huge crack running up the middle.

 

“Oh man,” said Neil, eyes wide. “That just . . . well . . .”

 

“Sucks!” said Julia, pulling out Scotch tape and trying her best to cover the crack. “What will people think if they see me playing with a cracked bass?”

 

“Uh . . . You play so hard it couldn't take the pressure!” said Skippy, playing Air Bass and looking like he was rocking hard.

 

“Yeah . .”

 

“WE'RE HERE!” shouted Iyou from the front.

 

 

“Well amazingly it still works,” said Julia to Neil, plucking the E string with her index finger. “It's a miracle, no doubt.”

 

“No kidding,” said Neil, running his own finger along the crack. “You'd think it would have split in two or something.”

 

“It will split in two if I have to hit Bus Man over the head with it.”

 

“I heard that,” said Iyou, looking up from his Nintendo Power magazine, giving the evil eye to Julia. She just smiled innocently.

 

Raven, who was randomly banging on her drum kit, grew bored. “When's Ima getting here?” she asked to no one in particular. She needed to get here before they recorded. After all, she was their manager!

 

Raven glanced over to Skippy to see him playing “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” quietly on guitar. It was catchy, and no doubt one of her favorites. She looked over to see Julia and Neil fretting over her bass guitar (no pun intended), and then saw Iyou looking at his little magazine. She needed something to do, so she put down her drum sticks, got off of her drumming stool, and headed over to Iyou.

 

“Hi,” she said dully, looking at Iyou. Iyou slowly looked up.

“Hi.”

 

“Good response.”

 

“Thank you. Whatcha need?”

 

“I . . . really don't know. I'm bored.”

 

“That's nice.”

 

They sat there for awhile.

 

“Entertain me,” said Raven.

 

“Uh . . . how?”

 

“I don't know. Tell my fortune.”

 

“Fine. Let me see your hands.”

 

Raven held out her hands and put them in Iyou's.

 

“OK,” said Iyou, closing his eyes. “I'm getting a reading.”

 

“Ooo . . . What's it say?”

 

“Look behind your banana to find your Tylenol.”

 

“What?”

 

Iyou blankly stared at Raven, then looked behind her. He grew excited and pointed.

 

“LOOK! A BANANA!”

 

“WHERE?”

 

Raven quickly turned around. Iyou ran away. Bus could save him.

 

 

Ima arrived extremely late. “Sorry about that,” said Ima as she walked into the studio. “That was the BBC calling. They wanted to know a date when we could get some albums shipped.”

 

“When would we?” asked Raven, putting down her drumsticks once again.

 

“As soon as we finish it,” responded Ima, plopping herself down in a chair. “Get cracking. I don't think British people like to be kept waiting.”

 

Neil chuckled. “So where do we start from?”

 

“We can record the `We are the Superheroes' one first,” said Alex, walking to the control panel behind the glass wall. Then, speaking into the microphone, he said, “and then we'll just go on from there. I don't know how long this will take, but hopefully with today's technology it won't be too long.”

 

Neil nodded. Then, looking at Skippy, he counted down the beat. “1, 2 3, 4.”

 

Skippy began to play the opening chords, and then they jammed.

 

(A/N: For the sake of saving time, just imagine 14 or so songs being played! Thank you!)

 

“Well,” said Alex, turning off the sound booth. “That's it. Now all we have to do is put it on a CD, and then make one of the little booklet thingies with a photo shoot. You guys want to hear it?”

 

“OOOH!” said Julia, already putting down her busted bass and hurrying to where Alex was. The other three, not having anything else to do, joined her shortly.

 

Alex pressed the play button on the recorder. “Get ready,” he said. “Not many people get to experience this.”

 

And then they heard it. Track 1 was made for “We are the Superheroes”, and it sounded exactly like they played it. Maybe even better.

 

“That's us!” shouted Julia, bouncing up and down. “That's us on there!”

 

“IT IS!” said Skippy, also getting into the excitement. “LET'S PLAY IT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!”

 

Raven and Neil, who were also just as excited, pushed Alex out of the way and turned the volume up to its peak. They skipped around on the CD, admiring their own music, and dancing to their own songs.

 

Alex and Ima couldn't help but smile to see the one-year old Chao having so much fun.

 

“Hold on, you four,” said Alex, turning the volume down. The four Chao immediately stopped dancing and looked at Alex with sad eyes.

 

“We can listen to it in just a minute,” he continued. “But we need to think of ideas for our next album. A theme of some sort.”

 

“Uh . . .” All the Chao looked at each other.

 

Raven, the thinker, said, “The only theme I can think about in an album is `Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band' by The Beatles. Maybe, if we sell well enough, that is, we can make a Beatles remix record.”

 

“OOO!” said Julia. “Yeah! That's a wonderful idea!”

 

“It is,” said Alex, smiling at the thought of the four Chao in Beatles poses. “But to do that, we'll have to get permission.”

 

“From who?” asked Skippy, wanting to know what he meant.

 

“From the Beatles themselves, of course!”

 

 

And there you go! That's the end of Chapter 4! And though I must admit, though, that this chapter was kind of bland. However, I'm hoping that the next one will be better, when The Plastic Spoons meet . . .

 

Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr!

 

I know. I have such a twisted mind!