The park, Saturday afternoon.
Feb. 4th, 2006 01:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superartieArtie bounds and spins, his arms out-stretched, a wimple on his head. (Yes, you heard me, a wimple. No, I don't know where he got it. As for why? Well . . . .)
The Orchestra swells:
The hills are alive
With the sound of music!
Suddenly, the orchestra is cut off by an electric guitar and a whammy bar. Artie freezes and jerks upright.
"Powers! Weakening! Song in my heart! Fading!"
And he pitches forward, stiff as a board, and collapses to the ground.
Twitching.
The Orchestra swells:
The hills are alive
With the sound of music!
Suddenly, the orchestra is cut off by an electric guitar and a whammy bar. Artie freezes and jerks upright.
"Powers! Weakening! Song in my heart! Fading!"
And he pitches forward, stiff as a board, and collapses to the ground.
Twitching.
