Saturday, December 29, 2007
Chapter 7: Dissing-appearing
(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.)
"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.)
# posted by RRock_With_It @ 2:06 PM 
