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elegant_torture, I told ya I'd post it this weekend.
Keep in mind that this was written when I was in 8th grade and we had to come up with a really weird Christmas story or take something from the classics and kinda funk it up a bit. So in some ways, this is an original, yet its not.
Also keep in mind that the characters used in this was/is from the band Motley Crue, cause Nikki Sixx was the only person who I could think of who's name was almost close to St. Nick himself *hohohoho*. Believe me, this was NOT the easiest thing to write, especially when you have to make up your own lines. I know my older sis kinda helped me out a bit (hardly) and when you read this, can you imagine how embarrassed I felt when I HAD to read this in front of the class???!! Can't be too bad if I got an A on it aside from the tiny flaws like NOT stapling my papers together *rollseyes* and indenting my sentences and some other crap.
*feels silly and post it anyways*
The Night Before a Christmas Concert
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, everybody was partying and brought the house down. The garter belts were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nikki Sixx soon would be there. The teenagers were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of rock concerts danced in their heads.
With mama behind the drums, and I with my guitar had just finished our album called “Ja Car.” When out on the lawn arose music that clattered, we stopped rehearsing to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the blinds, and broke the glass. The moon was so bright almost like a stage light, it gave the music such life, when what to my wondering eyes and ears should appear, but a rising stage and a group all dressed in leather. With a bass player so lively and quick, I knew in a moment that it must be St. Nikki Sixx.
More louder than ever the lead singer sang, “Kick start my heart.” From the top of his lungs and with every breath he sang louder and louder as he came nearer. The music blew me away that before the wild hurricane flew, when they came up to me, they played so wildly, with the drum set rising so did the group. The music was still playing and so did St. Nikki Sixx too. And then with the drumbeat I heard, the banging and singing of each member of Motley Crue.
As I slid down the banister and turned around, down the chimney St. Nikki Sixx came with a bound. He was dressed all in leather from his head to toe, and his clothes were tattered and torn down to his boots. A bundle of guitars he had flung on his back, looked like he was ready to play.
His eyes – were like emeralds! His arms – were full of tattoos! The stump of his cigarette he held tight between his teeth, and blew circles from his mouth that looked like wreaths. He had a smooth face and was thin, with hair that came down to his chin.
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a strum of his bass, soon gave me to know that I should do the same. Even though he was speaking to me, he went straight to his work, while the music filled the room, he turned with a jerk.
Raising his fist up in the air, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to the stage to give the final encore, and away went the stage like a crack of a whip. But I heard them exclaim as they disappeared out of sight, “Have a Rockin Christmas to all, and to all a Rockin Night!”
Feel free to let me know how dorky this was.
elegant_torture, I told ya I'd post it this weekend. Keep in mind that this was written when I was in 8th grade and we had to come up with a really weird Christmas story or take something from the classics and kinda funk it up a bit. So in some ways, this is an original, yet its not.
Also keep in mind that the characters used in this was/is from the band Motley Crue, cause Nikki Sixx was the only person who I could think of who's name was almost close to St. Nick himself *hohohoho*. Believe me, this was NOT the easiest thing to write, especially when you have to make up your own lines. I know my older sis kinda helped me out a bit (hardly) and when you read this, can you imagine how embarrassed I felt when I HAD to read this in front of the class???!! Can't be too bad if I got an A on it aside from the tiny flaws like NOT stapling my papers together *rollseyes* and indenting my sentences and some other crap.
*feels silly and post it anyways*
The Night Before a Christmas Concert
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, everybody was partying and brought the house down. The garter belts were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nikki Sixx soon would be there. The teenagers were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of rock concerts danced in their heads.
With mama behind the drums, and I with my guitar had just finished our album called “Ja Car.” When out on the lawn arose music that clattered, we stopped rehearsing to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the blinds, and broke the glass. The moon was so bright almost like a stage light, it gave the music such life, when what to my wondering eyes and ears should appear, but a rising stage and a group all dressed in leather. With a bass player so lively and quick, I knew in a moment that it must be St. Nikki Sixx.
More louder than ever the lead singer sang, “Kick start my heart.” From the top of his lungs and with every breath he sang louder and louder as he came nearer. The music blew me away that before the wild hurricane flew, when they came up to me, they played so wildly, with the drum set rising so did the group. The music was still playing and so did St. Nikki Sixx too. And then with the drumbeat I heard, the banging and singing of each member of Motley Crue.
As I slid down the banister and turned around, down the chimney St. Nikki Sixx came with a bound. He was dressed all in leather from his head to toe, and his clothes were tattered and torn down to his boots. A bundle of guitars he had flung on his back, looked like he was ready to play.
His eyes – were like emeralds! His arms – were full of tattoos! The stump of his cigarette he held tight between his teeth, and blew circles from his mouth that looked like wreaths. He had a smooth face and was thin, with hair that came down to his chin.
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a strum of his bass, soon gave me to know that I should do the same. Even though he was speaking to me, he went straight to his work, while the music filled the room, he turned with a jerk.
Raising his fist up in the air, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to the stage to give the final encore, and away went the stage like a crack of a whip. But I heard them exclaim as they disappeared out of sight, “Have a Rockin Christmas to all, and to all a Rockin Night!”
Feel free to let me know how dorky this was.
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