Post by William Blunt on Sept 5, 2011 9:34:50 GMT -5
William smirked as he walked onto the stage. He was going to prove that he deserved the first spot ever since the beginning and that he was better than St-James. How would he do so? By auditioning for the lead voice and using the song that Jesse used to perform at the Regionals. Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody. He was going to impress everyone with vocals and show to Jesse that he was so much better than him. He stood in the middle of the projectors and grabbed the microphone confidently. “You already know my name, I will be auditioning for becoming the lead male by performing Bohemian Rhapsody. Enjoy.”
At this, the lights turned off and he took a pose, waiting for the music to start before he began singing.
“Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.”
Oh was he enjoying to see Jesse’s face while he was performing the same old song-but in a much better way. Everyone should see the potential that he had even St.-James by doing something this low and he was damned proud of it.
“Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows. »
He smirked, doing the performance as perfectly as he could, doing some dance moves along with it and singing with passion. Once he was done, he replaced the microphone restraining himself from laughing at St.-James lack of talent while he did that performance. “Thank you.” He finished before walking out of the stage nonchalantly.
Clickey for the link of his voice.
At this, the lights turned off and he took a pose, waiting for the music to start before he began singing.
“Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.”
Oh was he enjoying to see Jesse’s face while he was performing the same old song-but in a much better way. Everyone should see the potential that he had even St.-James by doing something this low and he was damned proud of it.
“Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows. »
He smirked, doing the performance as perfectly as he could, doing some dance moves along with it and singing with passion. Once he was done, he replaced the microphone restraining himself from laughing at St.-James lack of talent while he did that performance. “Thank you.” He finished before walking out of the stage nonchalantly.
Clickey for the link of his voice.