Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Military Dance Competition ❯ Before the First Round ( Chapter 2 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Ehem, please help me with the songs. I don't know what songs should I make them dance! You've gotta help me! Give me your suggestions through reviewing, kay? Thanks.

Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 12.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 359 | Visits: 191 | Status: Work In Progress

Chelsea: NEED SONG IDEAS!!!

“Good morning ladies, gentlemen, and bored little kids!” Chelsea exclaimed happily. She was holding a microphone and on a stage in the Parade Grounds. “Today is the day of the Military Dance Competition! But before I start babbling about how this competition came up, wouldn't you all like to see a picture of my adorable little sister first?!” Chelsea squealed. Then she was hit on the head by a tin can. “GET ON WITH IT, WOMAN!!!” Chelsea ignored the pain on her head and nodded. “Alright then! Anyway, the competition was thought up of one day when Katrina Mustang, Michelle Cervantes, and I dared Colonel Roy Mustang-” “BOO!!!” “To dance the song `S.O.S.' He was actually quite good at it. After Katrina, Michelle, and I went off all grumpy, we came across the Elric brothers…” Since you all know the story, why don't we fast-forward a bit? “…and that's how this competition was thought up of!” “CHELSEA!!! YOU ARE WASTING BATTERY HERE!!!” Katrina yelled. Katrina was in the back of the audience, and she and her friend, Sandy Rockbell (Winry's cousin who lived in Central but was visiting her older sibling in East City) were each holding video cameras which were both pointed at the stage. Apparently, the two were planning to record the show and sell copies for five hundred bucks apiece. Chelsea shrugged. “Okay, just let me finish introducing the judges first!” Chelsea pointed at the judges table. “Riza Hawkeye!” Applause. “Michelle Cervantes!” “Hey Michelle!” “How'ya doin'?” “Furher King Bradley!” “Sir! *salute*” “And that's about it!” “CAN WE GET STARTED WITH THE COMPETITION NOW???!!!” “Fine, fine, sheesh, such an impatient audience!” Chelsea said. She cleared her throat. “Okay! The first round! Havoc vs.… Falman!” Chelsea exclaimed as she consulted her script. “With the song…”

Chelsea: Review!