SIX DEGREES KARAOKE (Tammy Award Party for wolfwithaguitar)

[head_psychic]

Taking a quick look around Shawn nods in approval. Yeah, this is definitely it. The place where Randy's gonna get his well-deserved celebration big time. Renting the karaoke bar had proved even easier than he had imagined: Just some observations about certain employees and dirty deals, neatly packed into a breathtaking vision and the owner was even more than willing to make the place available. Acknowledgment of gratitude, which, of course, Shawn couldn't decline. That would have been totally rude.

The SIX DEGREES karaoke bar is a big place that somehow managed to stay comfy nevertheless. There are round tables near the bar as well as lounges in the corners. The bar itself is more of the modern kind but without looking too freaky to keep looking at it after five beers. The stage is actually perfect. Shawn checked it out, everybody should be able to see it.

It's all there, everything is ready so he hums a happy little tune as he waits for Randy and the guys to show up for the soundcheck. Not that he particularly cares if someone else decides to drop by early. If nobody shows up at all it doesn't really matter as well. Because it would only take him one call and approximately ten minutes to turn the event into something even more official than it already is and find enough random people on the street.

Yeah. No matter what, this is going to be awesome.

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[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Ray's jaw drops an inch at a time, until it's somewhere hovering above the floor. "No," he pushes away from the bar, "no way. A duet? With you? You've gotta be kidding me." He gives Shawn a look like he's just grown an extra head. "Nothing could entice me to sing with you."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn looks affronted. "Dude, you're chickening out? I was offering you some assistance here! I mean, I was on American Duos, we even made it to the second round!"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"You'll cramp my style," Ray protests, arms flying out to the sides to emphasise his point. "And I'm nowhere near drunk enough for me to let you do that. Besides, I don't like you." He tips his head, ear meets shoulder, then it rights itself again. "I only sing with people I like."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Pshh!" Shawn rolls his eyes. "I'll cramp your style? Dude, you'd never make it into showbiz if you can't arrange yourself with stuff like that. You can't only sing with people you like, I mean, what if you have something like a band battle? Or a tribute concert? Bet Randy wouldn't have any problems singing with me. Which is why he won that award."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"I can and I will," Ray retorts, narrowly missing the addition of a childish just see if I won't! "I'll be so big I'll get to choose who I sing with and if I don't like you?" He gives a flippant wave of his hand. "You're off the bill. And don't think you can get me with any of that reverse psychology crap. Like I said," he meets Shawn's gaxe, "I'm not drunk yet."

[ooc: We should so zoom forward in this thread to later on in the evening, drunk!Ray and Shawn, duet-ing on stage! XD]

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

I'm not drunk yet.

Vecchio is right about that. Only that it changes after a while. First, the yet slowly vanishes, then the not becomes kinda lonely and starts to follow. Shawn manages to get him on stage and a huge grins spreads over his face while he gets his mic.

This is going to be so much fun!

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

The right music might not be playing but that doesn't stop Ray. In fact, with no music playing at all right now, it only seems to propel Ray on to fill up the silence with his own...voice.

"Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never go till we're one..."

He's swaying precariously on the stage, both hands clasped around a mic, eyes closed, singing from memory.

"Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on..."

The words are slurred, peppered with hiccups, trailing off each time he sucks in a deep breath to howl louder at the crowd. His tie is all askew but he's feeling good. Loose-limbed, loose-tongued.

"Loose, baby! Whooo, YEAH!" He flings out his arms, opens his eyes to his audience and pretends he's flying.

"Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and oooooooooooooooonnn....."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is awesome. This is even better than Shawn expected and he expected a lot from getting Vecchio up here. There is nothing as fun as the right karaoke feeling.

Which they should definitely get with the next song Shawn choses out of the playlist.

"Cheers for my good friend Ray! Who would have totally nice hair. If a little more of it was left! Just in case you didn't figure it out yourself, my psychic abilities just provided me with the knowledge that we will sing together now. For you!"

Shawn hits the button that starts the song, a big grin on his face. Oh yeah. He's definitely having a good time. Organizing this event was definitely worth it.

"I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.

I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Ray squints at Shawn through his beer-goggled eyes and takes a conspicuous step towards him when he arrives on the stage. After a moment of pure rigidity, he springs back into life and slings an arm over the fake psychic's shoulders.

"I feel pretty and witty and gay!"

At the difference in lyrics, Ray hiccups down the mic and turns his head to Shawn, vaguely hearing the rest of the words through a thick haze. He watches him sing the song, idly humming his own way through it.

"Dude," he swallows dryly and leans in so his nose is touching Shawn's temple, "you totally screwed it up."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Did not," Shawn replies. "That's called... consonant mingling. Dude, in the opera they sometimes sing totally different lyrics at the same time! We're awesome like that. Besides..."

He waves at the audience. "They love us!"