Ok, now for a little teaser for the next chapter!
Kermit rushed into the backstage area the next day, clearing his desk of the small booklettes from the first book, replacing them with the Chamber of Secret's. He then turned to the clock, still early.
The backstage door opened, as the Mayhem Band where the second to arrive. Floyd, leading the pack of musicians, walked by Kermit, patting the frog on the back.
"Here's to another great show, man." the pink skinned bassplayer chuckled.
Kermit nodded, and greeted the rest of the band.
Clifford was the next to show up, in a new outfit, like every day. Kermit swore that the deep voiced man had a new set of clothes for every day of the year.
"Hey Kerm, am I needed in the play yet?"
"Not yet, Clifford, so wait in the bandstand." Kermit nodded to the Band Pit, where Floyd was giving Janice a 'before-show good-luck kiss'.
Clifford hopped into the pit, starteling Lips, who noticed who it was before laughing. Clifford picked up his bass, tunning it.
Floyd, who just got busy giving his main squeeze some loving, glared at the purple skinned Homey made of Foamy. "Hold on, man, I'm the bass player here. You better not be trying to step on my turf."
"Chill man. The sound track needs more boom and lest twang, so why don't you put your little toy down." Clifford laughed, looking at Lips, who apparently took his side.
"Listen, Cat-fishface, I ain't letting go of the bass I was raised with." Floyd kissed the said bass, and glared at Clifford.
"Lyke, not to take sides, but Floyd is a better bassman..." Janice chimed in, flipping her hair.
Kermit was to busy rushing around back stage to notice the possible brawl about to take place in the band pit. Rowlf, Scooter, Rizzo, Gonzo and Fozzie all walked up the stairs, having taken to the concept of 'going green' the group decided to car-pool together.
"Hey Fozzie, you're in this play, so no scene stealing, got it?" Kermit scolded the bear, who nodded.
Rowlf then came out to the stage, holding the sheets of music he was given, and witnessed the staredown. "Oh no..."
Clifford and Floyd where face to face, both silent, while Zoot and Lips where rooting on who they think was better. Dr.Teeth, taking the mature road and being the second eldest musican in the bandpit as of yet, decided that his golden tooth was more interesting. Janice, like a good girlfriend, was backing up her man, also trying to stop the possibility of the two bassest trading blows, while Animal started to chant "Fight."
"Oh thank the Dog, Rowlf's here." Dr.Teeth stretched his arms, flexing his fingers, nodding to the two 'hipster's about to trade blows. "Just ignore em, they'll calm down..."
"Don't be so sure of that, Good Doc." Floyd huffed, before shoving Clifford abit.
Scooter waited for Skeeter at the door. She was followed by Piggy, Camilla, Hilda, Mildred, and other assorted females, and all of them instantly went into the girls dressing room. Scooter then yelped as Beard was standing at the door.
"Hey Beard....I didn't notice you."
"Yeah, no one seems to..." Beard then blew some hair from his face, which seemed pointless, as he walked into the bandpit, and was instantly dragged into the fight.
"Yo, Beard, which one of us is the better bass player, man?" Clifford nodded over his shoulder at Floyd. "Peppermint over here thinks its him."
Beard instantly threw up his hands, "Don't you dare drag me into this, we always do this, and we always agree that Animal is right."
"YEAH! RIGHT! RIGHT! Hahahaha!" Animal bounced in his drum set.
Kermit greeted the rest of his extended family as they walked in. "Hey Big Bird, you're in todays play too, don't forget your role." the frog reminded the yellow six year old, who, once he entered the backstage area, hit his head on the second floor's railing.
"Ow..." He held his head. "Acting hurts, Kermit."
"I'm sure it does..." the frog flipped through his booklettes.
Down in the Canteen, the Chef was prepareing food, throwing utensils and other objects around at random. Sitting at one of the tables was Mr.Johnson, who was ALSO going to be present in this play.
"Mmm. That food sure smells nice, Chef." The fat-blue man complemented.
"Iz good, ja?" The chef gave him the A-OK sign before going back to word. "De odor be mm ready!" The happy Swede slapped his hands together, hitting a bell.
Grover then rushed over to the countertop, and slipped the food onto his plate. "Which table it go to, Tom?"
The Chef scratched his head. "Tum? Er...De tables wit da blue-wooie mansy wansy."
Grover stared blankly at the chef, before looking at Mr.Johnson, who stared wide eyed at the over-helpfull monster.
"No....No...NO!" Johnson slammed his fist down. "I refuse to be served by you! I demand another waiter!"
Grover walked over. "I am not here to serve you, I'm just here till Gladys comes back from the bathroom."
The chef then looked at Johnson. "Tempah tempah..." With a shake of his head, the chef started making meals for the other preformers.
Sam Eagle walked through the front of the theater, after almost getting thrown out by Bobo, who beleived Sam was trying to pass off as Big Bird, saw the semi-fight going on in the band pit. The Solid Foam and Mayhem where now glareing at each other, only a select few where ignoreing the fight, while Nigel, whimp as he was, tried to avoid getting in the middle.
Rowlf finally had enough. "Listen. I've been playing instruments longer than ANY of you, so calm down. I have a great ear, being a dog and all, and I say you're all good."
Dr.Teeth nodded. "Brown ears has a point. Stop the basswar, and lets just get into the mellow, man."
"Melons? ...Yum." Zoot rubbed his stomach. "I got the munchies now...thanks."
Lips shook his head. "The munchies? Man, use the recent terms, blue."
Beard chuckled, nudging Floyd with his elbow. "Between you and me, bro. You're the number one."
"Thought so." Floyd chuckled.
Meanwhile, backstage, Kermit peeked out into the filling seats of the theater, and up in the balcony where Statler, Waldorf and Walter all sat, glareing down at the stage. "Well...its time to get things started...." Kermit fixed his collar and hopped into the spotlight.
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And please, anyone who reads this, please post. The Count can't be the only one, can he?