Poster People and the Land of Fake Believe

(Well, this is fun, where has the boy gone off too? Sorry these are so short, my inspiration for this story comes in spurts. That's a fun words. Spurts. Makes you think of those stupid milk pouches at school...)

Jason Dunn was a spy. He gently hummed a spy-like tune as he rolled behind the garbage cans. He poked his fohawked head above the cans and watched a suspicious figure sneak towards TFK's merch/equipment trailer. He gasped and went down again. "Gasp! What's this? A thief, perhaps?" Peeking around his barricade, he continued his surveillance. The figure hesitantly looked inside the trailer and cautiously stepped in. Immediately after he had disappeared in the trailer, another figure in a puffy shirt rushed from out of nowhere and slammed the trailer closed. He locked the latch with a grunt and ducked out of sight.

There, he had done it! One down. Will smiled to himself. His plot was working. If only he could get rid of Manafest so easily...

"Pete! Pete the Rapping White Boy! Where are you?" Manafest shouted. The group wandered around the empty parking lot, calling Pete's name. "Where could he have gone? Did he really not like the music that much?" Dawn said, worried. "Aha! I will use my magic red cape powers to find our missing friend." Justin closed his eyes and started beeping quietly. "Dude, you need counseling." Matt Theissen said, lifting the lid off of a trash can. "Whoa!" He jumped backwards, frightened. "You were saying? I don't think fear of trash cans is normal." Justin said smugly. Matt looked at him, wide-eyed. "The-There's a person in there!" He whispered hoarsely.
Slowly, a figure rose from the can. He held a flashlight under his red shirt, illuminating his face oddly. Jason Dunn laughed a cackling, evil laugh.
"I know of the one you seek,
His future seems rather bleak.
Your favorite band has taken him to Canada,
And you'll probably never see him again." He frowned. "-a."
He slowly descended back to the depths of the trash can. "Was that....Jason Dunn?" Amber asked. Matt nodded. "That explains a lot." She said, and everyone nodded in agreement. They called off the search and went back to Toby's house to ponder the "riddle" Jason had given them.

(Is my dislike of Jason Dunn really that evident? Whatever. He deserves it.)

(Sadly, no Canada yet. But we're almost there! Find out the mysterious goings-on as we join the merry group, who are at the concert and unaware of anything suspicious as of yet.)

"Wow, this is great! I can't wait till TFK comes on!" Amber had to shout to be heard above the crowd. Hawk Nelson had opened, followed by Skillet. They were enjoying a short intermission before Thousand Foot Krutch played.
Jack suddenly turned green. "Excuse me for a moment, it must be the Mountain Dew." He hurried off. Manafest made a face. "I don't even want to know." "At this point, rum might be better for the guy." Said Matt Theissen. "I-" Jack #2 was cut off abruptly. "Hey look! There's the drummer! They're gonna start soon!" Said Dawn, unaware of Jack #2's dejected mutterings. "Darn it! I should have concurred!" The band started to play.

Sometime between "Move" and "Falls Apart," Pete the Rapping White Boy disappeared from the crowd of energetic fans. Will noticed this. (Wait, how is he here? No one invited him. Then again, no one ever invites him.) "Hmm, this 'Rapping White Boy' is most suspicious. I should follow him and thrust his mischievous deeds into the light!" "What? I can't hear you!" John Reuben was trying (and failing) to crowd surf. Will realized his oft-repeated mistake of announcing his plots to all who are in hearing range. "Um, I said that, um, my ears are bleeding!" John stopped for a moment and looked at him. "Well, sure, but I don't think it requires a beating. That's a bit violent, don't you think?" Will sighed. "Oh never mind." He shoved him out of the way and struggled free of the crowd.

(Hmmm....I'm thinking a car chase would be exciting.)

(Well, how is everyone? It's been a while. Almost a year. But I like this story, so I will continue it. But there will be a few changes from the original version that was written in my notebook. To Canada!)

The day after the party Manafest showed up at Tobymac's house with a friend. TC was already there and Amber and Dawn were coming so that everyone could carpool in Toby's van for the Thousand Foot Krutch concert. Jack was there too, though nobody knew why. "Hey Manafest, come in. Who's your friend?" Toby asked.
"Hello, I'm Pete the Rapping White Boy." the friend said. They shook hands. "Toby MacKeehan. Nice to meet you. Uh, what's your last name?" Pete froze. "My name is Pete the Rapping White Boy." Toby laughed. "No, your last name, you know, real name, not the rapper alias thing." Pete looked him up and down suspiciously. "My name is Pete the Rapping White Boy!"(Very persistent about that, isn't he? Almost makes you think that he has something to hide...)
"Okay. Well, we're still waiting for two people to get here, so you can go on up and play foosball if you want." Toby says, unsure if this will offend Pete. Pete nods curtly and follows Toby and Manafest upstairs.
About ten minutes later, the doorbell rings yet again. (For whom does the bell toll? It tolls for thee.) "I'll get it." Manafest says. He goes downstairs, followed by Pete. Toby smirked. "It must be Amber."
Manafest opened the door and smiled. "Hey Amber, Dawn. This is my friend, Pete the Rapping White Boy." "Hi." Amber smiled. "My name is Pete the Rapping White Boy." Pete said. She laughs. "So I've heard." Pete glances furtively at Manafest. Manafest clears his throat. "So, um, I guess we'd better get going."
With impeccable timing, Toby comes down the stairs, keys in hand. Everyone got in the van and off they went, expecting a night filled with music and laughter, but what they got was far different, and much more sinister.

(Crap! No Canada yet! But it will come, it will come. I've got a new plot in mind, and it involves paranoia, secret messages, and trips to....you guessed it! Canada! Obsess much?)