lady gaga said it was okay to dance

[therealgenius]

the DANCING BY MYSELF meme

Face it, not everyone can be a great dancer, but when you're alone and jamming either in your head or to a great tune ("great" is subjective, mind), it's no big deal to rock out on your own, is it? Too bad you're not actually on your own. Whoops.



Rules
DON'T LEAVE A BLANK COMMENT. Pick one of the prompts or do whatever you want, man, dancing is fun for everyone. If you want to leave a .gif, DO IT. Linking to Britney Spears, K-Pop, songs that your character is moving and shaking it to is an added bonus. Just do a little set up for what's going on and how badly they're going to be harped on/embarrassed when someone stumbles on them.
Tag around.
The end.


001 - JUST LIKE WITCHES IN BLACK MASSES - Maybe people know you like heavy metal, maybe they don't. Doesn't matter, someone just caught you headbanging and moshing to your secret (or not so secret) collection of hardcore rock. Maybe you're even throwing up the metal signs or wearing a spiked collar. Ozzy didn't give a flip, and neither do you.

002 - OOPS! I DID IT AGAIN - Maybe you're actually over 9000 years old, but the 1990s, man, they spoke to you. In your lair of death and doom, just as you're getting ready to take a nap in your coffin, you're filling it with the sounds of bubblegum pop princesses or boy bands. Not so evil now, are you? Or...macho/serious/insert other things here.

003 - WISHING YOU WERE SOMEHOW HERE AGAIN - Broadway rules. You love it, and you have an entire library from Webber to Sondheim stowed away, either in a small corner of your laptop or stuffed behind your stereo. Whatever. You're home alone for the day and you really, really crushed on the Phantom/Sweeney Todd/Javier growing up, so here you are, declaring yourself prisoner 24601, thoroughly modern, or finally realizing that no good deed goes unpunished.

004 - BABY, PLEASE COME HOME - You were in love. Smitten, enamored, a billion other pretty synonyms to say you were head over hills. Maybe they broke up with you. Maybe they collapsed into a frozen wasteland in a plane and never showed up for your date FOR FREEDOM! Maybe they're off at college overseas. Whatever, it don't matter. You miss your SO. So you're either dancing while hugging yourself or maybe you've gone the extra mile with a body pillow. Maybe you've got a cat in your arms in their stead. But who's going to stumble on you, your loved one, your beloved before them, or your sister who thinks you're stupid and your SO is a total douchenozzle?

005 - THNKS FR TH MMRS - OH MY GOD YOU BROKE UP WITH YOUR CLINGY/NEEDY/ABUSIVE/JERKFACE SO! It's time for some hardcore rocking out at your new found freedom and also at your badass self for finally cutting ties. Rock on, man, you deserve it.

006 - TOM CRUISE OPTION - You don't go clubbing, but when you get home...well. You get down to your skivvies, slide on a pair of socks, and tear up your wooden/tile floor, be it from kitchen to foyer, hell, you might end up in the bathroom BUT YOU DON'T CARE. You won't be oppressed by having to stuff dollar bills in your bra or being afraid that you're wallet will fall out of your back pocket. It don't matter none, baby, you're at home and you're cutting a rug and no one knows you do this but you. At least, until today.

007 - HUGH GRANT OPTION - You are a business person. You are a professional. You are married to your work in the worst of ways. You might as well have a wedding band with your company's logo instead of a jewel. It is ridiculous, and you're up late, but you know what? No one's around, the radio is playing, and you've suddenly forgotten about security cameras. But you're the big cheese, certainly no one would hold it against you...or stop by to tell you, uhm, sir/ma'am, you have a meeting tomorrow at 7 AM, your business associate...just...called...

008 - WILDCARD - PICK FIVE. PICK NONE. MAKE YOUR OWN MUSIC. MAKE A SEX OPTION. JUMP AND JIVE, YOU GUYS!

Comments

Music Meister | Batman: The Brave and the Bold

[hypnotic_patter]

[003. Living in a theater means that you can LARP Phantom of the Opera whenever you want.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Somewhere up in the rafters, Robin is watching. Don't even try the "I'll control you with my song" trick-- he's wearing those Bat-earbuds that somehow let him listen but filter out the neurological effects. Somehow. Bat-science!

He may or may not be taking photos to add to his "things I did while Batman was away with the League" scrapbook. That doesn't exist but seriously he has to show Kid Flash what a true dorky supervillain looks like.

Music Meister isn't being villainous, so Robin won't bother him. Though there might be applause coming out of nowhere, echoing all around the hall. Never said he couldn't stick around and keep an eye on the guy.]

[hypnotic_patter]

[His first reaction to applause is to bow. His second is holy shit someone's in the theater panic mode.]

Who is that? Who's up there? [He looks up, trying to find the source of the noise.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[The only response is the sound of laughter. Very distinct laughter.]

[hypnotic_patter]

Get down here!

[His song's both his first attack and his first defense, how's he to know it won't work?]

[hackingyoursensors]

[He laughs again.]

No thanks.

[hypnotic_patter]

[Why isn't his song working on this--oh. Oh, he knows that voice. Unfortunately.]

Get out of my theater, you stupid little bird!

[hackingyoursensors]

Is that how you treat your audience? No wonder nobody's here.

[hypnotic_patter]

Because the theater is closed. I live here. Now get off my property! [He backs up, heading for the backstage area. Where's his baton...]

[hackingyoursensors]

But you don't own the theater, so technically it isn't your property.

[hypnotic_patter]

Do so! [Just not technically under his legal name.]

[hackingyoursensors]

Okay, Mr. Harry Pappenbaum.

So do you reenact Phantom of the Opera every night or do you shake it up with Les Mis?

[hypnotic_patter]

[There's no way to recover his dignity from this is there.]

Practicing! I was practicing for a performance!

[hackingyoursensors]

[Nope]

Really? Auditioning to be Christine?

[hypnotic_patter]

No--but you're well on your way to becoming Buquet! [His fingers finally wrap around his baton and he fires an electric blast into the rafters] Leave me in peace!

[hypnosymphony]

[ HEY GUESS WHAT

as soon as there's a break in the song for an instrumental SPONTANEOUS DRAMATIC VIOLIN SOLO

yeah he's probably been sitting there watching you prance around what of it ]

[hypnotic_patter]

[Wait the heck. Music Meister likes the music, don't get him wrong, but that's definitely not his fault. He swaps mask for shades and goes hunting the source of the noise.]

[hypnosymphony]

[ he's not hard to find, honestly, he's just relaxing (as much as he does relax PERFECT POSTURE HERE) in one of the front row seats... ]

[hypnotic_patter]

[Huh. On the one hand, invader, on the other hand Music Meister likes his style. He will live. Music Meister sits on the edge of the stage, watching him.]

Not that I don't appreciate the free show, but the theater's closed. [Due to being lived in by supervillain.]

[hypnosymphony]

[ well you're going to have a hypnosis battle if you try killing him :| TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME, SIR ]

Duly noted. [ cheerful old guy :T he does recognise you, you know, even if he's probably...before your time, ehhh ]

Allow me to compliment you on your splendid performance, however! [ gestures with bow a little bit ]

[hypnotic_patter]

[Slight bow back. No shame. Ever.] That's a remarkable instrument you've got there, I can't say I've heard much like it. [He knows better than to ask to hold it, you don't ask to hold random strangers' babies either.

But what are you doing in my theater?

[hypnosymphony]

I've had it for quite a while! It's a Stradivarius. Age has given it a unique sound, however. [ well as long as you don't try to BREAK IT like...every other hero ever B( to be fair it was justified since he was hypnotising them ]

Ah, well, I heard music. How could I resist? [ h-he enjoys musicals alright... ]

[hypnotic_patter]

[Ah! He leans in closer, hands raised as if barely resisting himself from touching it.] It's beautiful.

Well, I can't let my voice grow lax. I must practice, even if I'm not currently performing. [He tries to play it off as if it wasn't completely childish, and sheds the purple cape.]

[hypnosymphony]

[ we are going to get along just fine, sir :D ] Isn't it? I'm glad you think so.

Such is the life of an artist; substantial ability can only be sustained with constant practice. Then again, the practice is just as enjoyable, is it not? [ HE REALLY LOVES MUSIC can you tell ]

[hypnotic_patter]

True, but nothing really compares to the pleasure of a full-scale concert. [Whether the audience is willing or not. Music Meister smiles, looking satisfied with himself.] Practice is private, performance is public.