The Curiosity of Chance Page #7

Stage fright is my best guess.

Or maybe an intestinal parasite.

Ladies...

Okay, you hormonal mess of a crowd,

are you ready for the next band?!

Please welcome my Rockettes!

What the hell is that?!

A chorus line, duh!

Aren't they fabulous?

I said, aren't they FABULOUS!

Listen to me.

If singing in a dress and high-heels

in front of two-hundred drunks

isn't going to prepare you for this,

then nothing ever will.

This is cake!

You don't understand...

pretending to be someone else is easy.

It's an act...dress-up.

I can hide behind top hats--

I thought you were done hiding.

Don't you want them

to see the real Chance?

Just go out there and sing.

Great advice.

And besides,

if they start throwing anything,

it'll be at Levi

and his lousy guitar playing.

Just stand up to all of 'em.

Now's your chance.

Stand up.

So, I want you all to put your hands

together for the next band.

It's led by a close, personal friend of mine.

And honeys, if you like good music,

you can turn on the radio after the concert.

In the meantime, here they are...

in all their Oxy-cream glory:

The Dramatic Pause!

I live in a different world

See things my own way

Got no shame for what I do

What else should I say

Who do we become

Add up all the sums

Part of me will be okay

The rest will be undone

Stand Up for all of your dreams

Leave the ones that have been

See how far we have come

Never have to succumb

Take your friends by your side

And just go for that ride

Don't worry who you are

Stand Up and you'll go far

Stand Up and you'll go far

Some people have all the luck

Born with looks and a buck

And then there is the rest of us

The strange and messed up

You think you are one

Boy you sure are dumb

Look at us and then decide

Who is Jekyll, who is Hyde?

Stand Up for all of your dreams

Leave the ones that have been

See how far you can go

Then get ready to blow--

Mr. Harden!

I want a word with you.

Care to explain?!

Stand Up for all of your dreams

Leave the ones that have been

See how far you can go

Then get ready to blow

Take the low-times in stride

Bring the high-times inside

Don't worry who you are

Stand Up and you'll go far

Stand Up and you'll go far

Stand Up and you'll go far

Stand Up and you'll go far

Stand Up and you'll go far

Stand Up and you'll go far

Why didn't you tell me you had a band?

I didn't think you were ready

for another singer in the family.

Well, maybe you should let me decide what

I may or may not be ready for.

But thanks for looking out for me.

I got your back.

I'm sorry, I haven't always had yours.

You were great out there today, Son.

You know,

they have bands in the Army...

Think about it.

Go.

Expelled?

As in, total expulsion?

And the best part is,

the idiot practically tumed himself in.

He started raging at a practice while

Smelt-her was watching...

so, she got suspicious.

Hey, Twyla...

Oh hey, don't forget about the gig

I booked you on Saturday night.

My cousin Claudia's wedding.

So start boning up

on your Barry Manilow.

Hey, I got concert photos for you.

Oh good!

Thank you.

Anything else?

You want to know what's inside?

Of course.

But you can't tell me.

To wit, Hank:

should I become privy, and Smelker finds out...

and finds some way to circumvent

standard administrative protocol

and torture me to the point where I have no

choice but to reveal what I know.

Torture...

Torture.

Good point.

I know you wanted to know...

but I think my well-being supersedes your

low-minded curiosity in this case.

I know what you're thinking:

another 'Chance-Fantasy-Sequence.'

Maybe...maybe not.

But, let's be clear about one thing,

this is my version of the story...

I told you, you were in for some perspective...

No doubt about it...

high school's mostly irritating

and an abomination.

But, you make the best of it...

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