Subject: Re: [PW!] A Star is Re-born Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 08:25:54 GMT From: "Marco262" <marco262@vilbrSBandt.net> Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon (OOC: Argh! Ignore my earlier, unfinished post. I hit Send Message instead of Save by accident. This story should be better by comparison.) Amber Foxwing <foxfire@c0x.net> wrote in message news:tvK49.159016$L02.6831456@news1.west.cox.net... > "OH! I'm so sorry, Mr. Bard. I see that Mr. Kage has shown you his temper. > I'm DJ Tanner, on KOAK, Friday Afternoons. You recorded your song?" > "Sure did! Man, I haven't talked to a human DJ for the longest time..." > Amber sniggered slightly. > "...and frankly I feel it to be just a bit of a relief." > "Well, thank you, Mr. Bard! Anyways, come down to the radio room. We want to > have an interview with you before we go. Is that alright?" > "Yeah! That'd be excellant!" > The group altered their destination and followed DJ Tanner further down the > hallway. ... "The phones have been ringing off the hook from people wanting to know who sang that song and wanting him to do another," he explained to the group as the double-timed it through the corridors. They followed him into another room. It looked exactly like the one they were previously in, except it was better kept, and in the recording area there were tape decks, CD players and multimedia for each scattered on desks all around the room. Avril Lavigne was playing on one of the players. DJ Tanner took a seat behind an expensive looking microphone and motioned for Jason to take a seat across the desk from him. Jason's pokémon followed them inside while the humans and half-humans watched through the sound-proof glass. DJ Tanner switched one switch on and another off and spoke into the mike in a very animated voice, "Hey kiddies! It's DJ T-t-t-tanner broadcasting live to you from Goldenrod!" He pressed a button on a board in front of him and a male voice announced, "The city of lights," followed by a valley girl "Yeah, whatever!" "I have with me right now the performer behind the classic 'For the Longest Time,' Jason Bard!" He played a clip of a crowd cheering while Jason put on his headphones and situated himself in front of a microphone. "Hey Tanner, thanks for having me." He and Tanner knocked fists. "Our pleasure. I have to say, we haven't played any Billy Joel since the 80's, but people seem to be enjoying it nonetheless." "It's one of my favorites, so I like to think that I add something whenever I perform it." "Yes, I remember when you could be seen on the front page of every Entertainment section on the continent." DJ Tanner flipped through some papers on his desk, "But seems some of those lawyers finally caught up with you, and you've been out of the public eye for 5 years now." He played a clip of a man with a nasally voice, "We're not bad, just misunderstood," followed by the sound of about 6 rotten tomatos being thrown. Jason grinned. "I've been lying low, but I think I'm ready to make my reappearance on the entertainment scene." "Excellent news, Jason! Definitely excellent. Moving on..." he flipped through some more pages, "...aside from singing, you have a special talent for...'doing voices?'" Jason laughed slightly. "What, it says that there?" He leaned forward to try and get a look at Tanner's clipboard, but Tanner turned it away. "Yeah, that's true. I think it's the reason why I can do so many different genres of music and imitate so many artists. I found it useful when I was a kid for calling myself in sick to school using my mom's voice." Tanner laughed. "Those history lessons really paid off now, didn't they?" They both laughed. "Would you like to hear some impressions?" Jason asked, grinning expectantly. "You read my mind, go for it." "Alright, this is one I heard a comedian do." He cupped his hands around his mouth and spoke in an announcer-like voice. "Coming this summer, Chris Farley is...Batman. 'Oh my freakin' gawd! I'm the caped crusader!'" Tanner burst out laughing, clapping his hands. "That was amazing! Hold it, let's take a call. Hello? This is Goldenrod Radio with DJ Tanner." "Yeah hi, um, I have a question for Jason Bard," a female voice said. "Shoot, sweetie." Jason said, grinning. "*giggles* yeah, um, could you do, like, Tim Allen?" "'Tanner has some beautiful hardware here. Kind of puny though. Give me some time alone with them and a screwdriver and I could have it pumping out 5hz to 100 Mhz at up to 1000 volts and-hohohoho!'" "*laughs* That's is so cool! Thanks!" "My pleasure," Jason grinned. "Hello? You're on the air with DJ Tanner." "Yeah this is Chris. Could you do Scooby-Doo?" "'Aroo? Rooby-roo? Reeheeheehee!'" This elicited some snickers from the techs. "Dude, that is so awesome!" "One last one, hello? You're on the air with DJ Tanner." "Hey boys," (an old lady this time) "Could Jason do Sean Connery for me. That stud muffin always gets my juices going." Tanner put a hand to his mouth and began to look sick. Jason swallowed and curved one side of his mouth down. "The shtreetsh are dangeroush here in shleazy downtown. I'll be with you. The name ish Bond, James Bond." "Oooh, boy that really got me going! Thanks so much, honey!" She hung up and Tanner forced his bile back down his throat. "That's enough calls for today. Jason, you're pretty good at that. Did you teach yourself how?" "Yes and no. I started doing impressions one day just for self-amusement. People said I was really good at it. Then I began imitating singers and, here I am today." He grinned and spread his arms wide, a gesture lost completely to his radio audience. "But you had to work on it?" "Oh yeah. When I first started, the best I could do was males in my own voice range. I needed a few years of practice to be able to do anything else." "So, would you be able to teach someone, like me for instance?" Jason grinned yet again. "Alright, but you can't expect much. This'll just be a crash course." Jason sat up straight in his chair and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Let's start with something easy to distinguish. We'll do Donald Psyduck. First, clench your teeth together, not too tight or you'll give yourself of head ache. Put a pocket of air between you cheek and teeth, and force it out." He demonstrated in a perfect example. "'Hey! What's the big idea!'" DJ Tanner tried, and came up with a noise that sounded like a balloon being deflated. Jason shook his head. "Yeah, well you can't expect to get it right on the first try." "You're telling me! Shall we try another caller?" "Go nuts." DJ Tanner opened up a phone line. "Hello? You're on the air with DJ Tanner." "Hi, this call is for Jason Bard. I loved your rendition of "For the Longest Time". Could you do another Billy Hoel song?" Jason looked at DJ Tanner and shrugged. Tanner gave him a thumbs up and Jason spoke into the microphone. "Sure thing, any in particular." The caller didn't hesitate. "'I Go to Extremes'!" Jason grinned and rose from his chair. "You got it. Rivet, Wolfgang, Miami. Let's set up." With the help of Jason's powerful pokés, a drumset, dual keyboards, a bass guitar and a normal guitar were hauled into the room. They tuned their instruments and made other adjustments as DJ Tanner read the news. Miami twirled his drumsticks, grateful to be back behind a halfway-decent set of drums. <KA, dude. These cow skins are the shiz-nit, Jase.> Wolfgang played a few chords while scowling at the Marowak. <My boy, you are tipsier than the Tacoma Narrows bridge on a windy day. These instruments are strictly second-rate.> Rivet spoke up, defending his friend. <Well well, surprises come every day. Mister Mighty Machamp here doesn't think that the Radio Station was generous enough to bottom feeders such as ourselves for donating their own instruments. I say shut yer yap and play. It's not their fault none of us haven't been behind an instrument for about 6 months now.> He strummed a chord on his bass, adjusting strings. Jason adjusted his shoulder strap and did the same to his guitar. "Yeah, that's my fault you guys. Guess I forgot we are musicians first and fighters second." Rivet patted his arm. <Don't sweat it. We know your doing your best for the crew. And we appreciate it, really.> They all donned their headphones as DJ Tanner announced them. "Now, Jason Bard and his Pokémon Band playing a LIVE version of Billy Joel's 'I Go to Extremes'!" "Count it, Miami!" Jason said. The Marowak beat his sticks together 4 times. All 4 of them began at almost exactly the same time. Wolfgang seemed to be enjoying his part immensely. Miami was completely into it. Rivet was easily multitasking being a back-up singer for Jason and playing his bass. Jason was off in his own world, lost in the music. Call me a joker, call me a fool Right at this moment I'm totally cool Clear as a crystal, sharp as a knife I feel like I'm in the prime of my life Sometimes it feels like I'm going too fast I don't know how long this feeling will last Maybe it's only tonight Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens And if I stand or I fall It's all or nothing at all Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Sometimes I'm tired, sometimes I'm shot Sometimes I don't know how much more I've got Maybe I'm headed over the hill Maybe I've set myself up for the kill Tell me how much do you think you can take Until the heart in you is starting to break? Sometimes it feels like it will Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens You can be sure when I'm gone I won't be out there too long Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Out of the darkness, into the light Leaving the scene of the crime Either I'm wrong or I'm perfectly right every time Sometimes I lie awake, night after night Coming apart at the seams Eager to please, ready to fight Why do I go to extremes? (Jason: Take it, Wolfgang!) (Wolfgang slid his four sets of fingers up and down the two keyboards, improvising chords into the song.) Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens And if I stand or I fall It's all or nothing at all Darling I don't know why I go to extremes No I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens You can be sure when I'm gone I won't be out there too long Darling I don't know why I go to extremes (At the end of the song, Wolfgang swung off on his own again, with Jason singing random snatches of the refrain.) DJ Tanner was applauding. "That was excellent, guys! I'd like to thank you for taking the time to stop by. And by the looks of it, it seems my producer wants to talk to you." A man in a business suit was waving his arms frantically from behind the glass window, not a good idea because that area was packed with Jason's friend. He stopped waving his arms when he saw Jason noticed him. This was a good thing, because it looked like the patrons that possessed claws were all for giving the man an involuntary vasectomy. The man motioned frantically for Jason to come to him. Jason shook hands with DJ Tanner. "Been great to meet you," he said. "I hope to come back real soon, more famous than ever!" "Best of luck to you, Jason." Jason walked out to meet his friends and the producer, and was immediately latched onto by one Sneasle-girl. "Jason!" Amber purred. "You were great in there." "Jason Bard!" The suited man approached the couple. "I am the producer for the Goldenrod Radio Tower. The company would like very much to fund a concert for you. We should be able to pay you heartily." Jason's eyes sparkled. "It would be an honor, sir! Count me in." TBC... http://www.geocities.com/marco262/songs.html Late. Tired. Bed. Zzzzzzzz...