#we have a hooty tap number

[owlbeastly]

It has come to my attention that Dana heavily dislikes Musicals ..........

Wouldn't it be a SHAME if someone played with the idea of making a Musical based on the show anyways

canon is not the boss of me, i have no god

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Internship Chapter 8: Day 3 - Amity

Author Note: Surprise, another Amity chapter! It made more sense to have two in a row than to split them up. This chapter was a lot of fun to write.

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As expected, after leaving the library yesterday Amity was able to buy two tickets to the abomination wrestling match. The match was the very next day, which mean they wouldn’t have to wait. Since it was the final match of the season it was almost sold out, with only some of the farthest seats left, but that was fine. Amity had bought two seats together and brought them to school in the morning.

When she arrived at school, she looked around to find Luz. She didn’t want to wait until the afternoon to tell her about the tickets, since Luz could make other plans. She also couldn’t wait to see how Luz reacted to the news.

Luckily, she saw Luz in the central area of the school, still walking to her first class. Amity called out to her, probably louder than she needed to, but it was alright since Luz stopped to look her way.

“Hey.” Luz greeted her, looking like she was trying to shift her books and free a hand to wave. The books were too heavy for her to hold in one hand, so she gave up.

“I got the tickets.” Amity blurted out as she reached her, cursing herself for not explaining first when Luz looked confused. “For abomination wrestling.” She hastily clarified.

“That’s amazing!” Luz grinned, shaking her books with excitement. Seeing her happy like this always warmed Amity’s heart.

“It’s right after school, want to meet out front?” Besides seeing how excited Luz would be, Amity also wanted to coordinate plans with her.

“I’ll see you there!” Luz almost dropped her books, trying again to free one of her hands and again, failing to do so.

Amity said goodbye as she turned to head to class. “See you later.” The two then parted ways, with plans set to meet up after school for the abomination wrestling match.

The rest of the school day passed by as it usually did. Amity took notes, raised her hand to answer questions, and learned a few things in her classes. Before she knew it, the final bell was ringing and it was time to meet Luz.

Amity stowed her books and walked to the designated meeting place outside. She was excited both to spend more time with Luz and to see the abomination wrestling. It was certain to be a spectacle.

When Amity reached the front of the school, Luz was already standing there waiting. She had a bit of a bounce to her knees, like she couldn’t contain her energy. She was watching the school door and her eyes lit up when she saw Amity.

Luz waved with her whole arm as Amity approached, with Amity returning the gesture in a much smaller motion.

“Let’s go!” Luz exclaimed as the pair started walking. Amity took the lead, since she knew where they were going. It was pretty close to the market and would only take about ten minutes to walk there.

They talked on the way, about their classes and the hijinks Eda had been up to lately. It turned out when Luz got back to the Owl House the day before, part of one of the walls had been singed and almost destroyed. Eda had passed it off as an unfortunate casualty of her experimental potion, but Luz wondered if Lilith had anything to do with it. Hooty was refusing to talk to either of them, which was highly unusual.

Amity listened to her talk, adding in comments occasionally. Luz told stories in such an interesting way; Amity couldn’t help but want to listen.

Before Amity knew it, they had reached their destination. The abomination wrestling matches were held in a tall, large tent, which towered over the two young witches. It had large grey and purple vertical stripes around it, representing the color of abominations.

Witches of all ages were lined up to get inside, waiting to hand their tickets to the attendant. Amity and Luz entered the line behind them to wait their turn. While they waited, Amity took the tickets out of her bag. She had bought two, exactly the number they needed.

The line moved quickly, so they soon reached the front. Amity handed the tickets to the attendant, who accepted them, but not without stopping to stare in surprise as they passed him. Amity knew all of these coven members and staff worked for her mother. She just hoped they wouldn’t be too weird about it around her and Luz.

Those thoughts left her mind when she entered the tent. The inside was lit up with a variety of candles and magic lights, some projecting images of abominations on the walls. Streamers lined the overhead light structure, giving it all a festive feel. Luz was looking up with her mouth slightly open, gaping at the sight.

Ahead of the entrance, there was a gap between the tall bleachers. Amity tapped Luz on the shoulder to get her attention, then gestured to where they needed to go. When they passed through that gap, they could see the wrestling ring. It was big, about 20 feet across if Amity had to guess. The outside of it had a thick rope to mark the boundary. There was additional line in the sand behind that, much thinner, that would form a magic boundary.

Amity tore her eyes away from the ring to look for their seats. The whole ring was surrounded by bleachers, with the only gap being at the entrance. Each section was labeled with a number, with each row then labeled with a letter and seat numbers.

Amity and Luz had seats in section six, in the second to last row. Amity located it after looking around. “Our seats are up there.” She tapped Luz on the shoulder, and then pointed up at their seats.

The two went to the stairs to climb up, past the many other fight attendees who were already in their seats. Once they reached their row, Amity went first in squeezing past the other witches to get to the right spot. Behind her, she could hear Luz apologizing to each witch she passed.

When she finally reached her seat, Amity sat immediately down on it. Well, it was less of a seat and more of a spot on a bench with her assigned number, but she wasn’t complaining. Even from way back here, she could still see the ring clearly.

“These are great seats!” Luz said as she sat down next to her. She had her hands lifted as fake binoculars, aimed down at the ring. “I’m so excited!” She brought her hands down, turning to Amity. “Abominations are so cool”

“They are.” Amity agreed with a much calmer tone and volume. Luz’s enthusiasm was infectious.

“I can’t wait.” Luz clapped her hands together in excitement.

Even though Luz said she couldn’t wait, they still had to for a few more minutes. There was a buzz of conversation in the crowd and a hint of tension in the air. A faint hint of of abomination magic lingered in the air as well, likely since so much of it was cast there.

The match finally started when a witch appeared from the bleacher gap, dressed in a brightly colored costume. “Ladies and Gentlemen!” He called into a magic microphone, which spread his voice throughout the tent. “Are you ready?”

After the question he held the mic towards the audience, who called back “Yeah!” all together. The noise startled Amity slightly.

“Let me introduce our wrestlers for today! In the north, we have Abomamama!” He gestured towards the north side of the ring, with a magic spotlight appearing at the same moment. It highlighted a witch in a purple and yellow outfit. She struck a pose for the crowd, showing off her stature and muscles. The crowd cheered, including Luz who shook one fist in the air.

“In the south, we have returning champion Snowbomination!” He moved his hand south, the spotlight going with him to highlight a different witch. She was wearing a similar outfit, but with white and purple instead of yellow. She dropped to the ground to do pushups, earning her much applause.

Amity clapped for them both as she glanced over at Luz, who had practically jumped out of her seat to cheer. She was surprisingly into it considering she had never heard of the sport before yesterday.

When she looked back down at the ring, the announcer was explaining the rules. “This will be a match between two abominations. The first to disintegrate or fall out of the ring will be defeated. Winner takes the championship! Let’s have a clean match today.” He lifted his hand, holding up three fingers. The two witches cast their circles, summoning their abominations on their side of the ring.

These abominations were huge, way bigger than any Amity could summon. They had darker colors as well, probably made of materials specifically to help fight other abominations. Amity would have to do some research to say for sure.

“Count down with me.” The announcer called to the audience. “3! 2! 1! Begin!” He threw his hand down at begin, and the abominations surged into action.

The witches on both sides called out orders as they moved, telling the abominations what to do. The two abominations lurched towards the center of the ring, faster than Amity’s abomination could move but still slowly.

When the two met in the middle they both roared, lifting arms to grapple with the other. It was harder to tell which one was which when they were this close. They toppled to the ground, still wrestling for control.

One of the witches whistled, and her abomination freed itself to back away. When the other one rose it wasn’t as tall as it had started, showing that it had lost the first encounter and taken some damage. It roared defiantly before they clashed again.

The crowd cheered with every blow, calling the names of the witches. Luz was right there with them, cheering for Abomamama at the top of her lungs. Amity was drawn into the spirit of the event as well, but kept her cheers quieter.

It looked cool and like it took a lot of abomination skill to do well. The two abominations were extremely well trained and responded quickly to their witch. In terms of a career though, Amity couldn’t see herself doing this. It was a lot of fun to watch, but it wasn’t the career for her.

Unfortunately, her track could lead her there anyway. If she didn’t make the Emperor’s Coven, this could be where she ended up. She looked at the two witches, now shouting in each other’s faces as their abominations continued to grapple.

Despite the noise and fervor around her, that sent a chill down her spine. It was a sobering thought.

The match continued below, with Abomamama extending her lead. Her abomination was slowly moving the other towards the edge as they wrestled, getting ready to push it out. The crowd clamored for a win as they neared the edge.

On the sideline, Snowbomination was calling orders to her abomination with little response. It was barely hanging in there, barely still standing.

Abomamama whistled loudly and lifted one finger to the sky in some kind of hand signal. Her abomination lurched to action, leaning down to lift the other onto its gooey shoulder. It then surged forward, stopping ahead of the line to launch the other abomination. The losing one flew surprisingly far, crossing the line and smashing into an invisible barrier before it could reach the stands.

A large ding rang out, signaling the end of the match. The crowd, including Luz, went wild. Amity joined in too, unable to resist the mood despite her distracting thoughts.

Snowbomination ran over to kneel by it, while Abomamama joined hers in the ring to celebrate. She raised both arms in the air in victory, with her abomination doing the same. The crowd whooped and stomped their feet to cheer, with the announcer re-appearing.

“Our new champion, Abomamama!” He shouted into the mic, bringing the spotlight onto the witch with a sweep of his hand. The crowd continued for a few minutes, before the cheering died down. “Thank you all for a great season!” The announcer continued. “As you leave, please proceed carefully out of the arena.” He waved around at the crowd as they started to move. He called out a final farewell, before vanishing from the ring.

Amity and Luz had to wait another few minutes for their turn, since they were sitting all the way in the back. Once it was time, they walked down the steps and followed the rest of the crowd out of the tent.

“That was amazing!” Luz was still talking way louder than usual, since her ears were used to the noise of the crowd. “She was like, pow, and then the other one was like, bam!” With each sound she faked lunging, moving similar to how the abominations did.

Amity walked alongside her, heading in the general vicinity of their homes. “I liked it too.” She said, trying not to talk too loudly like Luz was. “Their abominations are very strong.”

“I have to try it.” Luz had pulled out her little square notebook, where she drew the glyphs for her spells. “If only I could summon an abomination, it just looks so fun.” It made sense that Luz would want to do it, after all she was studying every track. She still couldn’t summon abominations though.

“I’m not sure that I would want to.” Amity admitted, voicing what she had been thinking about during the match. “I mean, I can’t imagine doing that as a job. I don’t know what I want to do.”

“What about other covens?” Luz asked, either forgetting or not caring that Amity was studying abomination magic. Knowing her, it was probably the latter.

“I don’t know what they’re like.” Amity said with a shake of her head.

A grin grew on Luz’s face. “We’ll find out then. Just like today, we can visit them and see what they do!”

As Amity looked at Luz, she was again struck with how incredible this girl was.

“Alright, let’s do it.”

Next Chapter

[kiaraflantroy]

Lyrics Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nothing change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down Nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PHD niggas hold me down, Cooter Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie

I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [2X]

Yeah yeah, ahaha, I'm the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinking now's When all the balling stops, nigga never Home gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now what you gonna do when it's cool Bag a money much longer than yours And a team much stronger than yours, violate me This'll be your day, we don't play Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here For you to shine here, deal with many women But treat dimes fair, and I'm Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah

I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [2X]

Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, being mice to me Bruise too much, I lose, too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your rollies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep their hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G. Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, here's my phone number Your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous On trizack, leave your ass kizzack

I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [3X]

What's going on? What's going on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [3X]

Analysis:

Biggie looks at the evil side that can come with making money. Mo Money Mo Problems.

“Now, who’s hot who not” Now that Biggie has been on the scene and has a few hit records he’s asking an albeit rhetorical question. Obviously, the answer is Biggie. “Who jewels got robbed who’s mostly Goldie down” This line was a shot at a rival rapper that had recently had his jewelry stolen. “True pimp n*ggas spend no dough on the booty” This was one of the mottos that Biggie and his crew lived by. You were never to pay for the company of a woman. Not when you had the type of popularity and means that their crew did.

“I don’t know what, they want from me/It’s like the more money we come across/The more problems we see” This is the chorus of the song and it has also become a life motto for some. Often among members of the black community, and even those that just enjoy hating on blacks, when we reach a higher economic status in life those powers that be in life begin to conspire against us. That is the message of this chorus.

“Know you’d rather see me die than to see me fly” This is a sad realization that many people would rather see a black man dead than to see him out doing well for himself in the world. At age 19 Mase had already realized and internalized this. “Ten years from now we’ll still be on top” Many of the members of the record label were still on top, but their most profitable artist, Biggie, was unfortunately murdered.

“Federal agents mad cause I’m flagrant/Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement” Biggie is still into unsavory dealings and knows that his phones are still being tapped by the federal agencies. However, … “My team supreme, stay clean” He also lets them know not only is he aware of what is taking place under his roof, but that he has the best of the best handling all his business dealings.

“Where the true players at?/Throw your rollies in the sky” Rolex’s start at $15,000. You must have some serious cash to be walking around with a real Rolex on. “Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh” The Fortune magazine is a multinational business magazine, most notably known for its Fortune 500 list.

The moral of this track is that at the end of the day all Biggie wanted to do was make money, party, enjoy women, and live his life. However, jealousy is a terrible thing and when people see you coming up in the world they want what you have.

[junker-town]

Of course Darius Rucker cried on TV. He's South Carolina's biggest fan

“If they win it all, I will sing anything anybody wants me to sing. Absolutely.”

Darius Rucker had to play a charity concert last Friday. The country singer and ex-Hootie and the Blowfish frontman performs the night before the Bulls Bay Intercollegiate Golf Tournament every year, and usually, taking the stage around 7:15 p.m. isn’t an issue. This year, however, was different: South Carolina was playing Baylor in the Sweet 16 of the NCAA tournament at exactly the same time.

Rucker is arguably the biggest South Carolina fan on the planet. An alum of the school, he’s good friends with head coach Frank Martin and regularly goes to games, visiting the team in the locker room whenever he swings by. He wasn’t about to miss watching the Gamecocks, but he also couldn’t push the concert back. So he did what any die-hard fan who has to play a concert while their team is playing would do: installed TVs on the stage so that he could watch the game and make music at the same time.

I caught up with Rucker — who was spotted crying when the Gamecocks made it to Final Four after beating Florida at Madison Square Garden last weekend — about how many times he messed up during that concert, how psyched he is that both the men and women of South Carolina are in the semifinals of March Madness, and why South Carolina is better than North Carolina.

(Let the record show that I did not ask questions solely using Hootie and the Blowfish lyrics — “Did your tears fall down like rain?” — but I also didn’t not think about it. This interview has been edited and condensed.)

So this is pretty exciting, your team is just killing it this season.

Darius Rucker: I think it’s a testament to Coach Martin, and a testament to this team that has bought into everything Coach Martin is teaching and implementing in terms of what he wants them to do off the court. Defense wins championships, they say, and we’re playing great defense.

You’ve been playing great offense, too. The team is definitely more defensively stacked, but they’re holding their own. I feel like it’s the kind of team you don’t count out until they actually lose, because they don’t seem to be about to do that.

DR: Absolutely. The mentality these kids have, that comes from the coach. I remember being in the locker room after they won the game against Marquette, and Coach Martin said, “Why not win it all?” And I was like, “Wow, he means it.” You get to this point, and it’s great because they’re not happy just to be there. They’re not happy to just make the Final Four. I mean great, great, we won another game, but they feel that they can win it all.

And that’s great to see, and great to be a part of. I hope they’re right. Let’s go win it. Right now, we’re the best basketball school in the country. Our men in the Final Four and our women are in the Final Four. I’d love to find out what it feels like for both of them to win, that’d be pretty awesome.

Have you always been a big basketball fan? Or are you more about supporting the school in everything?

DR: Everything. I do love Gamecock basketball. But I love Gamecock football, Gamebock baseball, Gamecock volleyball. It’s more about supporting the school, but I’m a big basketball fan. Coach Martin and I have been friends ever since he came to the school, and this whole thing has been amazing to be a part of and watch.

I loved the video that hit social media after they won and moved on to the Final Four, where you’re with your son and you’re tearing up. It was very moving.

DR: You know, I was surprised I reacted that way. I really was. I started thinking about Coach Martin and all the naysayers that were there when he first came and said he was going to turn it around. Because had so many people come and say they’re going to turn it around, and no one did. I was thinking about what being a Gamecock used to mean. My freshman year, our football team beat the number two in the country, then our football team got blown out by Navy. I was thinking about having a great basketball team in the mid ’90s, and being a No. 2 seed, and losing in the first round to Compton State. I was thinking about all those things, and here we are. Going to the Final Four. We just won in the Garden to go to the Final Four. That’s pretty amazing.

Tell me a little bit about your friendship with Coach Martin.

DR: He comes to my shows when I’m around. One time I was in Vegas gambling, and someone taps me on my shoulder, and it’s Coach Martin and his wife. I was like, “What are you all doing here!” So we hung out and had a great time. And I know I can call Coach anytime, and Coach knows he can call me anytime. I’m there for him, there for the team. When I go to basketball games I go into the locker room. I think what he’s doing is absolutely amazing for our school and for our state. And I love Frank Martin. He’s one of the best.

So you recently performed a concert and were watching a game at the same time? The Baylor game?

DR: [Laughs] Yeah we did, we did. We had a couple TVs on the stage for the Baylor game. We couldn’t miss it. It was a charity show we do every year, and we had to play that show. We couldn’t really postpone it or play later, because it’s a golf tournament, and the golfers are there, and they have to go to sleep. We can’t start playing at 10 o’clcok. So we decided it was best to just put TVs on the stage, and we did it.

.@HootieTweets concert in #TDArena but kept @marchmadness is a priority. Got to love it @GamecockMBB @GoHeels Yes those are TVs front stage http://pic.twitter.com/d7zaiLb94b

— Matt Roberts (@AD_MattRoberts) March 25, 2017

Was it hard to focus? When they did something good would you, like, inadvertently yell or something?

DR: We got lucky, because that game wasn’t close. [Laughs] If it was close, it would’ve been a lot harder to concentrate. I think I only missed one line in one song because they hit a big three, and I went to high five one of the guys in the band, and I missed a line of the song. But that was all we did. It was a good night.

If you had to choose any one of your songs, in either your solo career or a Hootie song, to describe the run of this team, what would it be?

DR: “History in the Making.” That’s what I feel like is happening. It’s just history in the making.

If they win it all, will you sing “One Shining Moment”?

DR: If they win it all, I will sing anything anybody wants me to sing. Absolutely.

You’re going to the Final Four, right?

DR: Absolutely. I’ll be at the game, yeah.

How do you think a North Carolina- South Carolina final matchup could go?

DR: That would be epic. [Laughs] That would be epic. The only words I can think of for that. Goodness gracious, yes. We already have a nice rivalry with barbecue and everything else — I can’t image what that would be like. There’s just that question of which is a better state, which is easy. I mean, South Carolina is a much better state. But just that rivalry of having the same name, with one north and one south. We get along, it’s great, but it’s that rivalry that’s always gonna be there. It’s like when you have that rival high school, or rival college. We’re the rival states.