Spongebob Musical Ethan Slater Novels & Stories

“Ethan’s usually smoother than that.” She heaved out a sigh of relief. “He’d have to be if he was going to be giving presentations without killing anyone.” Adrian’s bark of laughter made Ethan glance over his shoulder, a slow grin spreading across his face. He slid a finger across his throat, miming a slicing motion. Lifting a shoulder, Adrian realized the guy was right. He was doomed. They grabbed a late brunch before heading out again. Adrian had thought about what to do next since they’d be free till two o’clock. He went with his gut and did what felt right, ordering tickets to see a musical at the Third Avenue Theater while Liz was in the ladies’ room.

He'd appointed himself lead performer and conductor simultaneously, one hand waving in the air, the other slapping against his car seat in what he clearly believed was rhythm. "Madison! You be the vocal! The MAIN vocal!" Madison blinked, startled. "The what?" "The VOCAL. Like bands have. I saw it on YouTube!" He didn't wait for consent. Democracy was not part of Alexander's artistic vision. "Ethan's the drummer because he's the best at beats. Ethan, go like this—DUM DUM DUM DUM—" Ethan sighed the sigh of a five-year-old who had already accepted his fate in life. Then he started tapping his knee—reluctantly, precisely, exactly on rhythm, because God forbid Ethan do anything without mathematic