Boy Bands

One month ago, the hit reality/talent show, Boy Bands, created a hot new musical group composed of five boys known as Alvin, Gajan, Omar, Darryl, and Bobby. They quickly rose to popularity because of their teeny-bop style music. But the tunes they make is not your normal wannabe pop. The lyrics tell all about their lives, sometimes pathetic, sometimes lame. Now, we will follow them as they struggle to become... The Ultimate Boy Band.

Chapter One - A Boy Band Portrait

"How you gonna act like that?"

"Shut up!"

"I'd do anything to be out of a moment like this. I wish I was a thousand miles away. It's been a long one week."

"Aghh. The lifestyles of the rich and the famous....gotta get thru this."

"Ewww. My underwear smells like teen spirit."

The boys were in the Boy Band Mansion. Sure, they now had fame and fortune. But also, they had to live in a residence with a few other boys, their manager, camera men, publicists, etc. etc. etc. They had just come home at 5 in the morning after returning from several interviews and performances. Sure, most boys would like screaming hordes of preteen girls as fans. But, being a pop idol does get tiring after a while. Right now, our fav band were trying to hold a conversation together without ripping each others heads off. 

"Don't you think we should get a band name?" suggested Gajan. He forgot that this was a very, err, delicate subject.

"Hmm..." thought Alvin. "That makes sense."

"The Sex Bombs." said Bobby, while trying to dance seductively. Key word- trying.

"The Cool People." said Darryl. What did you expect from the likes of him?

"The Ghandis." said Omar. "Or Embryos in Toyland."

"Heebee Geebees." chipped in Alvin. "Or maybe Stinkin Park."

"You know what?" said Gajan. "Let's forget about a name. Let's write some songs. I got a great idea and-"

He was cut off by a door slamming open. " Time for your dance lessons!!!!!!!" It was their manager, Aihne.

" I feel stupid." muttered Alvin. 

Their dance instructor unfortunately also happened to be Aihne also. He was making them do what he called the Basic Boy Bop, 3B's for short. He had called it "What every pretty boy needs to know." Well, right now, he was making them practice shaking their butts and moving their hips.

"That's it. Yes! Yes! Make them want you! Be sexy! You handsome, striking boys! Flaunt it! Show yourself off!" Aihne screeched. Gajan and Alvin weren't happy with this. On the other hand, Omar, Bobby, and Darryl seemed to be getting quite a kick out of it.

"You guys are SO gay." This launched another full-fledged fight. Before long, fists and yoga mats were being wielded as weapons.

"Why can't you guys be like a family? We're all in this together!" yelled Aihne.

Everybody stopped. Gajan and Alvin looked at him in awe. Darryl and Omar were grinning. Bobby  ran over and kissed Aihne full on the lips. 

"What the hell was that for?!" he spluttered.

"You gave us an awesome idea for a song!"

Boy Band Portrait (Family Portrait, Pink)

Everybody- Vocal

Omar please stop singing,

I can't stand the sound,

Please tell Darryl Gajan didn't mean those nasty things he said.

Can't we work it out?

Can't we be like like a family?

Please don't beat each other,

Oh no, Alvin punched Bobby!

In our boy band portrait,

We look pretty normal,

So great with one another,

Why can't we be like that?

Can't we work it out?

Be like a family!

Please don't hit each other,

Wow, look at Bobby bleed!

Introducing....Us (Larger Than Life, Backstreet Boys)

Omar- Keyboard

Gajan- Guitar

Everybody-Vocal

All you people can't you see,

Can't you see?

Omar's techno-dancing,

And Alvin needs to pee,

Gajan tries to boogie,

Bobby's a she-he,

And Darryl is larger than life!

Yeah! Done with the first chappie. Hope to write some more soon! And send feedback! I liiiiiive on feedback! I'm not sure the guestbook is working though. Geocities was on maintenance last time I checked. Ooh, just did the spell check. Know what they put for the word chappie?Well, apparently, crappie and crappies are words. Go figure.