[DomLuka] GA Idol

[Novelty]

This is harder to write than I thought BTW. I'm dedicating this to lolo vic.

 

Cheers emanated from the small studio as the music began to be blasted through the speakers placed at strategic places around the largish studio.

[Novelty]

Sorry for the long wait... but life gets crazy sometimes... and I really need to edit this some more, but since I know there are people asking me for this, here it is.

 

Applause greeted Solace after the break.  He still had that smug smile plastered on his face and the glare from his shoes is only equal to the glare from the crystal studded belt around his waist.

 

"Welcome back to Gay Author Idol," began Solace, speaking into the microphone, "and unlike Ryan, I'll readily admit to being gay."

 

He then turned to the contestants at the back and said, "Now, I'm looking for the contestants with the lowest three votes, but before I announce them, let me just ask some of them a few questions first."

 

The spotlights settled on a blonde haired male.  He was tall and had robin blue eyes that could freeze you with just his stare.  His face was well padded and his pale thin lips was drawn into a crows between a smile and a sneer.  Underneath his flashy red shirt, which had yellow fingers of flame printed on it such that it gave the illusion that its wearer was on fire, he seemed to have a body that has gone a little bit flabby where once there were muscles.  Dark slacks and what seemed to be a pair or military styled boots completed his attire.

 

"dkstories," began Solace as he addressed the blond male, "let me start with you.  Do you think you'll be eliminated tonight?"

 

The person addressed to as Daniel replied with a tone that can only be described as being arrogant, "I don't think so, Sol, but even if I do, I'll just concort a Do Over event, until I'm declared the GA Idol."  He ended that statement with a laugh.

 

"Oooo-Kay!" came the disbelieving reply from Solace.

 

The spot light moved two persons to the left and one down to the row below.  It settled on a mousey looking gentleman.  He had dark brown wavey hair.  His face was tanned and had a sprinkling of freckles just below his eyes.  His eyes were a curious olive-brown shade with yellow flecks that on first glance seems to be the reflection of the freckles on his cheeks, but on closer examination turns out to be flecks that are almost golden in hue on his irises.  His lips was full and sensious.  He was wearing a dark navy shirt with an open collar and the top button open.  A white undershirt was peaking through the V made by the plunging neck line of the shirt.  A pair of white-and-almost-translucent white pants and Hawaiian sandals gave him a sophisticated, yet casual look.

 

"Dominic Luka," Solace called out to the contestant being spotlighted, "what do you think your fans will be thinking about right now?"

 

A melodic trickle of sound seemed to flow out of the mouth of Dom as he said one word in a clear voice with a grin, "Rainbows!"  Perhaps it the word or perhaps the voice or maybe a combination of both, a wave of euphoria swept across the studio and the screams from the audience grew to an almost eardrum shattering decibel. Many in the audience were waving their banners, including a lady sitting just behind the judges with a "lagomorph" T-shirt and a sign in bright neon-pink on black that said "Val-iant Dom!"

 

After about a minute, the crowd quietened down and Solace began speaking into his microphone, "And now the three people with the lowest votes are..."

 

"Yoshi Prime Wordsmith"

 

A tall Japanese looking guy stood up from among the contestants and began walking to the centre of the stage.  He was dressed in what appeared to be the traditional male Japanese dress, with a black jacket over a white cotton shirt, black trousers and canvas shoes.

 

"Jay Smith"

 

There was a movement of red as the second person stood up and began his decent to the centre of the stage.  He had bright carrot coloured hair and freckles on his face which made him look younger than he actually was.  He was wearing a Metrostars soccer jersey with tracksuit pants and white Nike sneakers.

 

"Kit Jed"

 

The last person called stood up and began his trek to the centre of the stage.  He had black hair, so black it glowed blue under the spotlights.  His pale face, were offset by his pistachio green eyes and his full red lips.  His attire was simple - an open-necked Oxford shirt and a pair of khaki cargo pants.

 

There were shock look in the audience and on the faces on some of the contestants as Kit stood up and walked to the centre of the stage and formed a line facing the crowd.

 

"Now before I announce the person with the lowest vote," said Solace as he moved in to stand on the right of the line, "let's see what the judges think about this."

 

"Vic, let's start with you." Solace said and pointed to Vic with his free arm.

 

"I don't know, man," Vic replied.  His voice was thick and creamy, soothing, almost like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter's day.  He took a quick glance at all three contestant, then said simply, "Yoshi!"

 

"Lurker," Solace turned to face Lurker, "What sayeth you?"

 

"First off," Lurker said in a defensive tone and turned to her left, towards Novelty, "I do not look like Paula Abdul."  She continued to glare fiercely at Novelty until about ten seconds later when Solace repeated her name.

 

"Well, as to our contestants, I love them all, and I think they are all doing excellent, although some more excellent than others.", said Lurker in her Brooklyn accent.  "Whatever happens, I wish them all success in everything they do."

 

"All right...," Solace said, almost cutting off Lurker's gushy speech, "Nov, what do you think?"

 

The Cobalt blue tips on Novelty's spiky hair drew one's attention away from the face, perhaps that was the intention of it all.

 

"Well," began Novelty, "of the people standing on the stage...", he said and paused for about three seconds, "I think I'll vote Lurker off!"

 

There were laughs from the people in the studio as Lurker turnd to face Novelty again, put her hands on her hips and gave Novelty the fiercest glare that she could muster.

 

Novelty just stuck his tongue out at her, which cause the audience to laugh some more.

 

After the crowd as calmed down, Solace turned to the three people he was standing on the stage with and said, "Let me send one of you back to safety," and paused for dramatic effect.

 

"Jay Smith, you are safe!"

 

There was relief on Jay's face as he punched his fist into the air and started to walk back to be seated with the other contestants.

 

Solace walked over and stood in between the two constestants, Yoshi on his right and Kit on his left.  He turned to his right and said to Yoshi, "Are you confortable that you'll return next week?"

 

"Yes," came the reply from Yoshi, "I have done my research."

 

"Well, Yoshi" Solace said to Yoshi, "I'm afraid your research hasn't paid off.  The tribe has spoken, you are the weakest link, you're fired!"

 

Yoshi's jaw slackened in surprise as there were a number of boos and awwws coming from the audience.

 

"Which means that you are safe, Kit!" Solace continued.  Kit turned and gave Yoshi a hug, before heading back to the seats that contained the remaining contestants.

 

"Join us next time, and find out who will take one step closer to being your GA Idol." Solace said in closing as the theme music began to be played.

 

"Seacrest Out!"

 

PS. Imagine my new avatar with the hair in spikes and the tips coloured blue

[Julian Alexander]

Very funny stuff there Nov, I was roflmao when i read you story. Keep writing, I want to see what will happen next episode.

[sumbloke]

Damn it I'm gonna have to post more and more and make so much noise that I get in the story now!

 

I wanna be immortalised!

[lurker]

During the commercial break, a lone figure strided into the back of the theater. He had long, shiny brown hair that was parted down the middle, and wore sunglasses, even inside. He walked down the aisles toward the stage.

 

The audience stared in disbelief, and the chattering came to an abrupt end.

 

"It's him," someone yelled, "It's Bo!"

 

The audience broke out in applause and raucous cries of "Bo!!!"

 

He marched to the stage and yanked the microphone from the host's hand. He turned to the contestants, turned to the judges, and said, "You know, I sold my soul to be part of this enterprise. I thought I could parody it, out-cool it all, but being a character in a place that's a parody to begin with just doesn't work. So, consider this my favor to y'all. Freebird!"

 

With that, he reached for a rifle hidden under the stage and opened fire.

 

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Somewhere from above, the judges deliberated.

 

"It was alright. You know you're my dawg, but it was just alright. Not really your best genre," Judge #1 said.

 

Judge #2 chimed in, "Yeah, I agree. But you really took it and made it your own! It had real personality. Fun. Always fun."

 

They turned to the Judge #3, who shook his head, "Horrid. Simply horrid in start, middle, and finish."

 

Then a God-like voice boomed, "Enough with the character assassination already!"