Fraggle Rock fanfic: Where The Wild Wind Blows

[Redsonga]

*fangirl squeal*

WOO-HOO! I can't WAIT to see how McMooch (good choice of villain, btw) messes Wembley over.

Oh, there are layers..well actually, not many layers but everything adds up

 

[The Shoe Fairy]

If you are confused, check with the sun
Carry a compass to help you along...

It was a wonderful place to feel alive.
The club was a spinning hopping collection of fresh faces and school uniforms, their cell phone and glow stick carrying handing dancing upward to the beat of deafening bass notes.

So stand
Stand!
Now face North
Think about direction
Wonder why you haven't

The performer on the stage sweep a hand through his hair, its' neon orange, white and green locks shining with the gloss of sweat that caught the weaving overhead lights.

Now stand (stand)
Now face West
Think about the place where you live
Wonder why you haven't

His tail tuff, equally dyed to earthy rainbow perfection swayed forward, making a girl in the front row faint dead away.

Stand in the place where you live
Now face North!
Think about direction
Wonder why you haven't before

The stars' hands traveled like musical lightning up and down the strings of his glistening cherry red guitar as a shadowed drummer and bass player tried pitifully to keep up.

Now stand in the place where you work
Now face West
Think about the place where you live
Wonder why you haven't before

They finally gave up, collapsing into ruined heaps overcome by their leaders pure talent-ousity.

Stand in the place where you are
Stand in the place where you are


The crowd erupted into clapping, starting up a chant that made the whole club ring like the roar of a poison cackler.

Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around, so stand!

"Wembley, Wembley, Wembley!"

"'Thank you Kyoto'!" The green fraggle yelled in his most rockstar-ish voice as he was lifted up onto the sea of humanity, laughing and smiling. "Thank you..thank you…"

"Oh no, he's got that look again." A far away voice drifted in from somewhere far away.

"Aw no, we gotta go soon..do you think?" Another voice added, cutting in line in front of the screams of his biggest fans.

"I don't think, I know, there's nothing for it but the ice water."

"Ice water?" The startled star exclaimed as two very mean musclebound bouncers came out of nowhere with a giant barrel of what looked like fizzy water.

"Argh!"

The surrounding scene melted away in a slash of icy fizz that tasted nothing like strawberries and everything like crushed cherry colored guitar dreams.

"You with us again pal?" Gobo asked, as Wembley's vision came back into focus, to be greeted by the worried steady look of his long time best friend over his orange muzzle.

Wembley rubbed his eyes, drops of the icy attack dripping from his mop of dyed hair and down his long nose as he turned toward the sight of Red still holding an empty cup.

"This isn't going to be one of those two cup daydreams is it?"

"No..I'm..I'm okay Red. Gosh, did you have to make it so cold though?" Wembley said with a shiver.

The small karaoke bar stood nearly empty in its' off hours, its' well kept stage and miniature tables filled with only a few stray business men in work worn suits and what looked like a high schooler, elbow deep in a difficult looking textbook.

All and all, the three fraggles were far away from the neon bathed place of Wembley's fantasy.

The owner of the shop, a tall gentle looking silly creature in his early sixties, came over to the groups table without a word with a towel that the smaller fraggle grabbed gratefully with a small nodding bow. "'Thank you Mr. Watanabe , you're the best.'"

"Wembley, you know I don't want to do it, but you get this way every time we go to a singing place, off a thousand miles away with that silly grin of yours…” The yellow fraggle shook her head, her ginger pigtails swaying. “And not silly good, silly crazy! A splash is the only thing for it…"

"You gotta admit Wembley, that bad habit of yours' might be trouble..” Gobo added in as Red leaned on his shoulder where she sat, sucking on a leftover ice cube. “What if you start getting all dreamy someday when we're crossing a street?"

"I'm sorry..But you know Gobo.. if I only.. had a guitar." Wembley looked down at his hands.

"Oh no, not the guitar again." Red groaned, chewing on another ice cube with a noisy crunch.

"…If I only had a guitar I bet I would be extra great." He said looking up with bright hopefully eyes.

"Wembley we've been over and over this, silly creature guitars aren't for fraggles. We don't need them." Gobo sighed, reaching to pat him on the shoulder.

"But Gobo…"

"..and even if they were you'd have to pay money for one, and I know you wouldn't want to give it up..” Gobo's voice fell into a serious tone. “You remember the rule we all agreed on…"

"Don't buy anything unless you can pass it on.." Wembley recited faintly.

"And it's a good rule to…" Gobo nodded.

"..a good silly one…" Red added, looking away quickly to whistle where she now sat in an adjoining chair, her legs crossed over on Gobo's lap.

"Aw Red, this isn't going to be about that World In A Box I made you pass on again is it?" Gobo sighed. “The little silly creature was so happy..."

"Twenty-two million five ..something...thousand points Gobo!" Red yelled with a crazed look, leaning forward and grabbing his shirt sleeve. “I almost had a world record.."

Gobo grinned, suddenly tickling the bare feet before him and sending the yellow fraggle onto the floor in an attack of surprised giggles.

"What you almost had was two weeks without a bath." He chuckled.

Oh man, that was one of the funniest places to inject an REM song. How about next time with Boober singing "It's the end of the world as we know it (And I feel fine)".

 

[Redsonga]

Oh man, that was one of the funniest places to inject an REM song. How about next time with Boober singing "It's the end of the world as we know it (And I feel fine)".

Well, in Wembley's case I only picked certain songs because they fit his voice type as a teenager to a T to me..So it is less about it being a REM song and more about it being Wembley's fantasy about stardom :3. I just use silly creature songs that fit, who they were first sung by is the last thing on my mind...
So, even though it might have funny parts, it never goes off into 'random singing songs just for their own sake by ______ land' : ). I think I keep a good balance...this fic has more silly creature songs for a important reason

 

[The Count]

More please?

 

[Redsonga]

*lol* There will be more, don't worry ...Now the villain side of things starts to move in...
It's hard writing a couple of them because they did not have many speaking parts in the movie they were in (I am using mostly already made villains) :\

 

[The Count]

*Pokes in. Update? Not yet, oh well.