Happy Birthday, Caroline!!

Sean looks around nervously. "Who are all these chairs for?"

***"I told you, Caroline has some extra muses. I called them to see if they wanted to sing Happy Birthday."***

"What, you don't love us enough any more?" James whines

***"Shut up, James. You've gotten more sex than all my muses combined. Deal."***

A sharp knock resounds a the door, and Shawn goes to answer it. "Who the fuck are you?"

Kirk pushes him out of the way. "Lemmy, how're you doing? Wait. She writes you? Sex?"

"Yeah, so? I haven't heard any complaints."

"Er, nothing. Good to have you here. Kliq's over there, Met's on this side, Danny and Tim are over there, and she banished the N'Sync muses, thank god."

"You've got a weird owner."

Kirk blinks, still trying to wrap his mind around Lemmy having sex. "Yeah. But it's all good."

Another knock, and a tall blonde walks in. "Bach? She's got Bach, too?" Lars asks. "Geeze. Can we say diverse, boys and girls?"

"Any one else?" Kirk asks.

"Just a couple. You've got Rob Halford and Bruce Dickinson."

Michaels looks up. "They're here."

***"Great. Everyone, take your places. You know the Happy Birthday song, on three."***

Sebastian begins waving his hand in the air. "Can we do the Chi-Chi's version?"

***"No. Caroline's from England. She doesn't know that version."***

"But I like the Chi Chi's version."

***"Oh, for God's sake. Fine, do the overinflated Mexican restaurant version. Just sing! One, two, three….."***

"Have a happy happy birthday,
Happy happy happy Birthday
To you, to you, ole!"

Hoping you have a wonderful day, m'dear.