Room to Grow: THE MUSICAL

[Roam]

((Here's an idea. Ever wanted your characters to all randomly break out in perfectly choreographed song and dance? Here's your chance! Room to Grow is now a musical! 90% of character dialogue must be done in rhyme or near rhyme, sung by your characters. Choreography is also a fun detail. Have fun and go nuts! Just, preferably someone else start.))

[Brainiac 5]

1:08 AM
Brainaic 5's Room
Love the Way You Lie - Rihanna

It was the day. This day, though it would not happen for many years, and Brainy couldn’t help but mourn it. Even though he knew that his wonderful Clark was still alive, even though he was still fine, he couldn’t help but cry… Though he could not. It was days like this, especially, when he wished he was organic, wished that salt water could spill from his eyes, down his cheeks, and he’d have a release for all of the bent up emotion inside of him.

Unbidden, as he sat on his bed, curled up in one of Superman’s capes, drawing comfort from the familiar scent, his lips parted, and he exhaled the words. “On the first page of our story… The future seemed so bright…” It was true, wasn’t it? How a song could know the intimate details of them, he wasn’t sure, but it fit. He could remember long before he had met Superman, when he had first memorized the details of the superhero, the one he so idolized, and then, when he had met Superman, met Clark, it had been like his dreams all came true. He was just so perfect, and Brainy just… wasn’t.

He never had been, never would be.

Despite the fact that he didn’t need to breath, he drew in a shaky breath, wrapping the cape tighter around himself. “Then this thing turned out so evil. I don’t know why I’m still surprised.” Brainiac. It all boiled down to one thing, that evil robot that was a part of him, a part of him in ancestry, coding, and behind the firewall in his mind. Besides, even if it wasn’t for him, he was going to lose it someday. Go off the deep end, castle falling, go nuts, brain damage, whatever you wished to use, he was going to go insane, and possibly try to kill everyone he ever loved.

“Even Angels have their wicked schemes, and… I take that to new extremes.” The words poured out of him, and even though he had to change them, even though he wasn’t an Angel, he just tried to be, tried to be a good hero so that Superman would like him, so that he could somehow try and make up for his imminent future, so that he could just try… And maybe if he tried hard enough, he’d get past all the lying he did to his best friend, all the false words that passed from his lips.

“But you’ll always be my hero…” No way that was any different, no matter what, and Brainy stood up, crossing to the door, an unconscious grace to his step, like that associated with dancing, and locked it, before he retreated once more, wrapping himself up firmly in the cape. “Even when I’ve lost my mind…”

That said, the Coluan buried his face in the cape. Though no tears were shed, no liquid dampened his current red lifeline to sanity, he sobbed, appropriate noises escaping his lips and shoulders shaking. He was… It was…

It was all his fault.

Note: Yeah... probably did this totally wrong, but at least I tried, right? And Brainy wanted to be angsty. Can't do nothing about it. Stupid robot.

[Katie Hearth]

The temperature was just right. Steam crawled from the top of the ceiling and clung onto the blue plastic drapery, the music cranked up three notches below glass shattering strength, and, in that late night solitude she felt something inside her rising. All she knew is that she needed to let it out- she needed to sing. Jumping into the showers with as much grace as possible, she heard the chorus rising in the background against the bullets of water from her showerhead.

Hi - Hi! We're your Weather Girls - Ah-huh -
And have we got news for you - You better listen!
Get ready, all you lonely girls
and leave those umbrellas at home. - Alright! -

And that’s when she grabbed her herbal essence and placed it close to her mouth when her favorite part rolled on, echoing against her tiled walls, “it's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!” She shook her red hair. Pieces clung to her chin, around her brow, and draped over her shoulder. Ingrid Author had nothing on her. Katie squirted a blob of green liquid and dabbed it on her head. Her hair was a mess of white suds and fruity fragrance that only helped lift her spirits.

“I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get absolutely soaking wee--t!

She moved to the beat, dancing rather awkwardly in the narrow spacing of her bathtub. When Aurther sings, the world just smiles a little wider- her world anyways. She bobbed her head and sang the next lyrics, feeling the beat of the song as she twirled. Who cared about school and her late night cramming? Who cared that she had priorities piling at intimidating heights. Tonight was her night.

“Tall, blonde, dark and mean!
God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
She took from the heavens and she did what she had to do”

A knock on the door startled her into a most embarrassing yelp, and she heard- quite distinctly against another line of ‘hallelujah’- her brothers mocking voice.

“I didn’t realize we had a concert in there!” There was a roar of laughter from the other end of the door. She felt her cheeks go warm.

“GO AWAY, DOOFUS! You‘re killing my mood!”

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