AAOOOSC!: Gulls' Adventures!

The next morning, the sun is shining brightly over the Farakett house located south in Pacific Beach.

Inside the house, Matt strolls into the small, cute kitchen happily. There, he spots Ryan in front of the stove, cooking up breakfast. Beside him is a portable radio.

The radio is emitting an introduction to the song with harsh, quick piano chords with snaps in between the chords.

Ryan spins around to face his roommate. He then begins to sing along with the music playing:

Good morning, how are you doing?

Matt’s eyes immediately widen at how he spoke to him. Yet when he speaks, the same thing happens:

I’m doing fine, but why are you singing?

Ryan shrugs, placing the spatula he is holding on the countertop’s surface by the stove.

I don’t know, I can’t stop it now...

Matt knits his wide eyebrows while stepping up to him.

But I thought you would be able to somehow...

Ryan slides his eyes from side to side in caution.

At least we’re the only ones in here,

He places both of his hands on his shoulders, looking meaningfully into his eyes.

No worries, there is no need to fear, fear, fear.
It’s only us heeeeeeereeeee--

Matt suddenly pulls himself away from him, holding onto his hand with his other arm outstretched and belts out:

It’s a beautiful morning!!!

They begin to shuffle around to the beat, holding each other’s hands. Matt continues singing:

Whoooooaaaaa!
It’s a beautiful morning!

Ryan spins Matt around with one hand. He then pulls him away from him. Matt sings as he gets pulled back to his goalie partner:

Whoooooaaaaa!
It’s a beautiful morning!

The music then ends as commercials take over the radio waves. The goalie buddies pull away from each other in shock and some degree of confusion.

Ryan puts his fist to his mouth and clears his throat, then proclaims in a robotic lilt: “I am cooking bacon and eggs…” His eyes light up. “Hey!” he says in his regular voice, gazing at his roommate. “I’m not singing anymore!”

“Same here!” Matt exclaims. “That’s odd though--” He scratches his head. “Why were we singing just before and couldn’t control it?”

The two goalies then standing still in deep thought as to why they just broke out into a dance number.

Then the home phone sounds: Ring ring ring ring ring!

Matt perks up. “I’ll get it!” He rushes into the living room and picks up the handset of the home phone, which its base situated on an end table. “Hello?”

“Hey...guys…,” Brandon’s voice is heard from the other end.

Matt presses the speaker phone button on the base and puts the handset on the table’s surface.

Ryan strolls into the living room, eyeing the home phone. “What's up?”

“Ummm...the strangest thing just happened,” Brandon says with anxiety in his voice.

Ryan halts next to his roommate. “Which was…?” He pulls himself onto the armrest of the reclining chair he is next to.

“I sang.” There is a pause. “And danced. With Joey.”

Matt and Ryan turn to each other and exchange surprised looks.

“It was weird,” he finishes off.

“I danced pretty well,” Joseph is heard commenting in the background.

“That's odd because we just danced together as well!” Matt exclaims to the handset.

“Really?”

Then there are beeps heard from the home phone: Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Oh, someone else is calling,” Brandon says over the beeps. “Let me put it in three-way call--”

There is a click before the third person comes into the conversation.

“Guys!!!” Bryan’s exuberant voice is heard from the third line. “Dance party at your house like last night! We were just dancing and signing for like a billion hours and it was awesome! We decided we should invite you guys too!”

“No,” Joseph snaps from the second line.

Ryan makes an incredulous expression at the phone. “Since when did Stu sing and dance?”

“Well I started singing and dancing and--”

“You always sing and dance,” Joseph cuts off sharply.

“--Stu just joined along with me!” Bryan manages to finish off.

“He must've sounded like a dying cat,” Joseph remarks brusquely.

“No!” Bryan exclaims. “He actually sounded like...Bruno Mars!”

There is a sweep of silence over the conversation for a moment.

Then: “I did?” Stu’s voice is heard asking.

“Yeah!” Bryan responds.

“Probably that was the radio, I thought that was you--”

“No, no, no, I sound like--”

“Guys,” Ryan cuts into the two friends’ conversation. He clutches the rounded top of the armrest with both hands. “Is this a coincidence or what? We were all listening to the radio at the same time and we all broke out into musical acts.”

“This sounds a whole lot like Icemare,” Brandon points out.

“No, not Nightmare!!!” Bryan bellows.

“ICEmare,” Joseph corrects harshly.

“Nightmare!!!”

“It's Icemare,” Stu tells him calmly.

There is a pause. “Oh,” Bryan says.

“So if this is another one of Icemare's curse, then what did we touch this time?” Matt asks the handset with crossed arms.

“Something that we SIX had touched,” Brandon starts off.

“And it's recent since we just experienced this for the first time this morning.” Ryan turns to his roommate. “Right?”

“Yeah,” Matt answers with the rest of the teammates on the phone.

“Well, doesn't make things any better is ALL of us were at Matt's party yesterday,” Stu mentions seriously.

“Aw man…” Ryan sighs while turning away.

“Alright, what did we all touch during the party?” Brandon asks.

“The door, eating utensils, sofa, plate, table,” Bryan begins to list off, “that really good cake, remote control--”

“Alright, that's enough,” Joseph snarls, cutting into his sentence. “We can talk later on after practice.”

“Practice--” Stu starts. “Oh shoot! Gotta go, guys, bye!”

Right away, there is a click! from the other end.

“We'll see you guys at practice,” Ryan tells the others through the handset.

“Alright, bye!” Brandon calls out.

Then another click! is heard from the last end of the conversation.

Ryan then turns to Matt and says, “Let's go.”

Notes

E.13 "Sing!"
Part 2/4
Episode 13/20