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Summary: Xover w/American Idol Lorne wants to be a star.

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The Next American Idol

Summary: Lorne wants to be the next American Idol. Except it’s not as easy as it sounds. Xover with American Idol. Lorne’s POV.

Rating: PG- swearing, little drinking... never know what he’s drinking though...

Disclaimer: I still don’t own anything. I’ll inform you if I ever do.

Spoilers: None yet.

A/N: I’m not a big fan of American Idol. Just thought it would be a fun Xover. Plus I love Lorne! Yet again, thanks to my beta, Sally. Who reads my fics no matter how bad they are.

Dedicated to my mom. Who actually likes American Idol.

Feedback: Greatly appreciate it. Help me grow...

Watching ‘American Idol’ is not my guilty pleasure. I don’t care who knows I watch it. Week after week I find myself sitting in my armchair with a drink in my hand staring at the television set intently. As if the Supremes were on!

Randy Jackson has his own language. Sometimes I don’t know what he’s talking about. Paula Abdul is a sweetheart. Very kind and always encouraging the singers. And then there’s Simon. What can’t I say about him? He’s blunt, harsh, and rich. Mr. Cowell is one of the reasons the show is fun to watch. The other being the music.

The contestants aren’t all that special. I’ve heard better at Bar Karaoke Night. Yet some of them get lucky and make it to the top ten. I bet I could become the next American Idol. It’s worth a shot.

“Lorne,” Fred said, waving her hand in front of my face, “what are you thinking about?”

I looked around Angel’s office and remembered we were here for a discussion. I must have been buried in my own thoughts. Angel, Wes, Gunn, Spike and her are staring at me. Oh my.

“Sorry about that pumpkin. What did I miss while I was in La-La land?” I started to laugh nervously. Guess ‘American Idol’ is a guilty pleasure.

“Nothing much,” Angel jumped in, “oddly, things are really dull. Something has to be brewing.”

“Angel relax,” Gunn patted him on the back, “things are all falling into their places. Maybe this can be our little break.”

Angel laughed bitterly.

“I can’t believe our ‘All-Work-No-Play’ Gunn actually said that,” I said, taking a sip of my water. Forgot it was there for a minute.

“C’mon Lorne, what’s wrong?” Fred asked. She never looked away from me.

I sighed. “Do you really want to know?”

Everyone looked at me.

“Bloody hell, come out with it!” Spike was getting impatient.

“I was thinking about singing again.”

“Like owning another bar?” Angel asked. There was a hint of depression in his voice. Maybe he liked having me around with him.

It made me grin a little. “Of course not,” I could swear he sighed. Looking at Fred for courage I finally said it. “Maybe I could be a contestant on American Idol.”

Gunn and Spike started laughing, Fred had a little smile on her precious face. Wes and Angel looked dumbfounded.

“What’s ‘American Idol’?” Wes asked.

“You two need to get your bloody noses out of those rotten books,” Spike said. I nodded in agreement.

After a twenty minute discussion about what the show was about and why it was still on air Angel and Wes were finally informed about ‘American Idol’.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Fred commented, “except there is an age limit. And you are- well you know-”

“Green.” Angel finished.

“And the horn thing,” Spike added.

“And the-” Gunn started.

“Sorry Lorne, but I don’t know if you should do it.” Luckily Angel interrupted him because this was becoming unbearable. I couldn’t listen to anymore.

Muttering something about a headache, I walked out and went into my office.

After I finished mixing myself a drink there was a knock at the door.

“Can I come in?”

“As you wish,” opening the door, I found Fred standing there.

“Hope your feelings aren’t hurt,” she started, “Angel’s just telling you what to expect. If things were . . . um . . . different I bet you’d kick all those singers’ butts.”

“Thanks for coming and for the pep talk, but I’m tired. I’m thinking a nice hot bath would do the trick. Night Cupcake,” I lightly pinched her nose and she went away. Thank goodness.

However, I did not go to take a bath. Instead I sat at my desk. Plotting. For a way to be the next American Idol.


A/N - In my profile it says it don’t like WIPs but I’m just testing this out and if I get some responses I’ll take the second chapter out of my vault and dust it off for you. Sound nice? Plus we can see Simon and Lorne duke it out.

I know it also looks like a Lorne/Fred ship story but they are just good friends. I’m thinking Paula/Lorne...

Oh one more thing. I am open to any ideas. You can email me or post it. Up to you.

The End?

You have reached the end of "The Next American Idol" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 13 May 04.

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