"Daniel!!!" someone yelled. No response.
"Daniel!!!" the woman tried again. Yet no one answered. Mrs. Johns turned to
Chris and said, "I don't know why he's not responding. Go up and get him."
"Sure," Chris said and went up the stairs. He reached Daniel's door and
knocked.
"Johnsy? You alive?" Chris asked. When no one answered, he took the liberty of opening
the door himself.
He smiled. He saw Daniel sleeping with Sweep under his arm.
"Awww, how sweet. But we gotta go." Chris said, nudging his arm.
"Huh..no mum, I don't wanna go to school I want to play with Sweep and drive my car."
Daniel murmured.
"No, it's not mumsy. Get up!" Chris said. Daniel woke up and looked at Chris.
"Oh, hi. What time is it?" he looked at his clock. It read 1:54. He sat up.
"We're supposed to be at Ben's in six minutes!"
"Yeah, I know. Let's go." Daniel got ready. He grabbed his silver Paul Reed Smith, took
Sweep and him and
Chris were out the door.
Soon they were all practicing in Ben's loft.
"We sound pretty good today. See, Sweep is wagging her tail." Daniel commented. They
started to play
"No Association" but soon Daniel stopped playing.
"Ben, what was that? You messed up!" he said.
"What? I didn't mess up!" Ben defended himself.
"I heard it, too." Chris said quietly.
"OK, sure. I know how to play right. I'm not telling you if you mess up on a chord
or anything," Ben was getting pissed. He kicked his drumset. A stick fell to the floor.
Sweep got
up and trotted over to the stick and started to chew on it.
"What? Is today Abuse Me Day? Let's all trash Ben?" They started to argue. Soon, Daniel
heard the same
noise that had caused him to stop before. Only this time Ben wasn't by the set.
"You guys, look!" Daniel pointed. All three of them looked at the drums. They
walked over to see what was happening. Unfortunately for them, none of them saw the
crack
in the floor. As they reached the drums, suddenly there was a tremor and the crack
expanded.
"What the hell>" Chris said. Suddenly the crack opened and the cold ground swallowed
up Chris, Ben, Daniel and Sweep.
"It's a faultline!" Ben yelled.
"Woohoo!" Daniel cheered, playing a chord on his PRS, which had fallen also. But when
he saw Sweep
chewing on a stick (even in midair), he dropped the PRS to get her.
"Hey! Isn't that my stick?"
"This is hells better than any ride at Magic Mountain!" Chris exclaimed.
"They should make a video game out of this!"
Eventually they landed, right in the middle of a pond, filled with frogs.
"I'm all wet!" Chris said. He looked at his shoe. He lifted it up and, on the
bottom, was a flat frog.
"Hey! Johnsy, look! Chris stomped a frog!"
"Good job, frogstomper!" Daniel said, laughing. They all stood up and looked
around.
"Where are we?" Daniel asked.
"I don't think we're in Australia anymore." Ben said.
"Well, wherever we are, we got here straight down." Chris said, scraping frog goo
off of his shoe.
"Let's go exploring." Ben said. They got out of the pond and walked down a silver path.
"This place is so weird." Daniel said. Suddenly something caught his eye.
"My guitar!" he exclaimed. He ran over to it.
"Go hide!" a voice said and people scattered.
"Who were they?" Chris asked.
"I'm still trying to figure out where we are." Ben replied. He looked at Daniel.
Daniel was struggling to get his PRS out of a dead rose patch.
"Hey! Ben! Chris! Help me out! The strap's stuck on some thorns." He was struggling.
They ran over and eventually got it out. Daniel played a few notes.
"Still in tune. Wonder why it fell and not anything else." He said, confused.
Suddenly there was cheering.
"Yea! They're not playing anymore!" a whole bunch of people came over.
"Oh, thanks." Ben said.
"No, not you guys! Alanis Morissette's band. She was using the guitar to play
that damn "Ironic" song but when you guys came, all these dead roses fell and they
smelled them
and passed out. You saved us!" one of the people said.
"Thanks!" someone else said.
"Sure...maybe you can help us then." Daniel said.
"Sure. What's on you mind?"
"Where are we?" Chris asked.
"Who are you?" Ben wanted to know.
"And how do we get home?" Daniel finished.
"Well, we are the FML-ers. I'm silversweep" she said.
"I'm Jerry, the sort of leader person. Your other question is sort of hard.
Our land doesn't really have a name. It's just a place in a little town."
"Yeah, and we have no bathroom." Kristen chimed in.
"and no sink!" Chim Chim said.
"Not like we'd want one. The water's very hard to drink." Steph the chairhead
commented.
"But, other than that, we're pretty cool people." Elly said.
"And, as for getting home.." Mad started, but was interrupted by a dust
cloud. From the cloud came Pete Walton.
"You said you wanted to get home?" Pete said. The three of them just stared in
amazement.
"Why are you here, Petey?" Daniel asked, laughing.
"Love the dress. Pink's your color." Ben added, referring to the pink poufy dress
that Pete was wearing.
"It comes with the job. I'm the good freak of Oz." Pete said. The three were
confused.
"Oz? Doesn't look like home." Chris commented.
"I thought we were in a town!" Ben exclaimed, perhaps the most confused of them
all.
"Well, whatever. We'd like to get home, though." Daniel told Pete.
"Well, we can help you out. The FMLers would be happy to. They owe you after getting
rid of Alanis." Pete said. A resounding cheer broke out.
"Yeah, let's go get them ready for their trip down the silverstone path!" Kristen said and
everyone ran off to get them ready.
"Now we're leaving? We don't even know where we are!" Ben said exasperated.
"Tell you three what we've got planned. This may sound a bit iffy, but you should be OK.
Just listen," The three sat down and looked at Pete attentively, "There is a city, Silvercity,
at the end of the silverstone path. There is where the Great Cool One lives. She will
help you out. That is, if you make it." He paused. The three exchanged glances.
"What do you mean, if you make it?" Chris asked.
"I'll finish later," Pete said, "The FMLers are coming back to get you ready to go."
FMLers
rushed over to where the four were.
"We have a coach drawn by llamas all ready to take you to The Door." Jenn the Llama
girl said.
"Very good," Pete said, "Sit everyone while I tell them about the trip." Everyone sat.
They were very interested.
"Now, you will ride in the llama-drawn coach to The Door. The Door is a passageway
between our little town and Oz. Once you're out The Door.."
Suddenly a large cloud of Gold Dust appeared *I hope you all get that line =)*
"Aaaugh! It's Courtney Love!" Silversweep yelled. All the FMLers
ran for cover. Ben, Chris
and Daniel just stood there. Courtney walked over and pointed a finger at them.
"You three! You killed Alanis! How dare you! You are freaks! I want your
guitar!" Courtney pointed at the PRS, "You may have it now, but you wait my young
pretties!
I'll get that, and your little dog, too!" Courtney said with a cackle and pointed to Sweep,
who
had found another stick and was calmly chewing away. She walked over to the llamas
and said, "I'd get you all too, but I'm not too fond of ugly llamas!" she said.
One of them spit at her and missed. She stepped back immediately. "That's exactly why!
Well, I will see you!" Courtney said laughing. As suddenly as she showed up, she was
gone.
All the FMLers suddenly came out from their hiding spots.
"What a loser!" Jerry said.
"Well, thanks to Courtney, we don't really have time to explain anymore about your trip.
After The Door, you are in Oz. From there it's all up to you. Be careful and
don't give in." Pete said and disappeared.
"Here, you should get going." Jenn the Llama Girl said as she brought over the llamas and
the
coach.
"Good luck and be safe!" Jerry said as they left. The llamas started to walk.
"You know, I'm kinda undecided about this." Chris said a few minutes into the trip.
"Me too. I mean, Pete wasn't exactly clear on where we were going or how
we're getting home." Ben said.
"Yeah, and Courtney wasn't that cool, either." Daniel added.
"But then again, this seems to be the only way to get home." Ben finished.
"But, what if this doesn't work?" Daniel said doubtfully.
"Well, we'll findaway, then." Ben said. The rest of the trip was in silence.
Suddenly it got dark.
"Where's the sun? Why are we in the shade?" Daniel asked.
"What's that in front of us?" Ben asked, pointing to a enormous towering object.
"The Door." Chris answered. The llamas stopped and the three of them hopped out.
Right in front of them stood a huge black door and right in the middle of The Door
was a small sign that read: Enter at your own risk.
"You know, I kinda liked the FMLers. We can stay with them. I don't need to go home
today.
Tomorrow's just fine." Ben said.
"Yeah, tomorrow." Daniel said. Meanwhile, Sweep had jumped out of the coach and had
started to scratch The Door, as if wanting to go out.
"You know, Sweep is right. We should go." Chris said. Ben and Daniel nodded in unison.
Daniel reached for the enormous gold handle and opened it.
The sun streamed out and it was sunny again. Sweep walked out. Daniel, Chris and
Ben followed suit.
"Now, who wants to do the official closing of the door?" Chris asked.
"The what?" Ben hadn't heard him.
"The Closing!" Chris repeated.
"Oh, I will." Ben walked over and closed The Door. And, now officially they were
on their way.
Soon the sun went behind a vloud and everything was dark.
"No, not the shade again!" Ben complained. The air got misty.
"Where are we?" Chris asked. Daniel had wandered over to the side.
"It's a cemetery." he said.
"Oh, good. This maked me feel sooo much better." Ben said. Him and Chris stepped
off the path and into the cemetery. They looked at all the gravestones.
"This person died September 16th, 1996." Ben commented.
"Same here." Daniel said.
"Weird! Over here too!" Chris added.
"They all died on September 16th." Chris said after they checked all of them.
"Here, come read this." Daniel pointed to a small plaque with his PRS.
"Death of a List." Chris said. They all read the sign.
"So, the original FML that this guy Mike ran sorta died. It was suspended
or something." Ben commented.
"Yeah, but some of the original FMLers survived and a bunch of new ones came." Daniel
said.
"It's like a Pure Massacre." Ben commented.
"Hey, did you also notice that there aren't any flowers or anything?" Chris
obseved.
"Yeah, looks like Nobody Came to their funerals." Daniel added.
"That's a shame. You know, I don't hate many people, but if no one came to
my funeral, I could Learn To Hate tehm." Ben added.
"Hey Ben, the teenies would flock to it, so you shoudn't worry." Daniel commented. Chris
laughed.
"Teenyboppers are mental!" he said.
"Hi!" A voice said. All three of them jumped. Sweep barked.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you three or your dog." the person said.
"Who are you and why the hell are you in a cemetery?" Chris asked.
"I'm Mike and I'm here because I seem to be the only one who cares about the
old FMLers."
"I've seen you before. You look different." Chris commented.
"You should know me! Mike, Mike Amburn!" Mike exclaimed.
"No way! So, how are you and why are you here?" Chris asked again.
"Like I said, I'm the only one who seems to care about the old FML. I mean, the
new FML's great, but it's been better." Mike shared.
"They seem like decent people." Ben said.
"Oh, they are. And there are even ones who were on it before, but it's nothing
like the old one. I just wish I had a decent FML." Mike sighed.
"You know, Mike, we're going to visit this Great Cool One person who's supposed to grant us
a wish..." Ben said.
"Yeah, we wanna go home." Daniel interrupted.
"So maybe she'll grant you a wish, too." Ben finished.
"Sure, why not? It's worth a try. Let's go." Mike stood up and they were on their
way. The four of them walked along the silverstone path catching up on things, such
as how music was going and such until something suddenly hit Ben in the head.
"Ow! What the hell?" he rubbed his head.
"I'll bet that would have hurt less if you still had hair." Daniel snickered. Then something
suddenly hit his head.
"Ow!"
"Well, did it hurt less, Johnsy?" Ben asked.
"What is that?" Chris looked around.
"I don't know, but I think I have a bump now!" Ben whined.
"Quit your whining! I have a webpage to work on!" an annoying voice called. They turned
to see who it was. Sweep growled.
"Who the hell are you?" Chris asked.
"And why are you throwing stuff at us?" Daniel wanted to know.
"And why are their moustaches on our picture?" Ben asked, looking at the
computer screen.
"I'm Grum, maintainer of.." he started.
"The pointless I hate silverchair webpage." Mike, the internet knowledegable person
said.
"I see you've heard of me." Grum said, trying hard not to be modest.
"Unfortunately, yes." Mike groaned.
"I was throwing computer disks at you. Ones I saved your ugly pictures on for the
page." Grum whined.
"Do you have no life?" Ben asked.
"Hey, Ben, when's the last time you scored?" Grum shot back. Chris couldn't help
but to smirk. Ben tried to jump at Grum, but Mike put up his hands.
"Look, just let us go and we'll leave you alone." Grum considered Mike's proposal.
"Well, fine." He smiled. They all turned to go and two seconds later Mike felt
something hit his head. As he turned around, Grum snickered.
"Continue on." Grum smiled.
"You've forced me to do this. Just remember." Mike said, walking over to the
computer.
"Oooh, I'm scared." Grum said, sarcastically. He watched as Mike took the mouse
and pressed the "Delete Account" button, erasing the entire page.
"We'll be going now." Mike grinned as they left.
"No! My beautiful page! No!!! Now what am I going to do with all my spare time??"
Grum ran over and tried to fix it but it was useless.
Soon the four were away from Grum's obnoxious whining.
"That was cool Mike" Daniel said.
"That was cool, wasn't..." Mike started but was interrupted by a more annoying voice,
remenicient of a screech owl.
"You obnoxious people, especially you, the one that looks like Kurt!" Courtney
screeched.
"You made a big mistake, ruining my dear Grum's webpage! You will pay, I warn you!
Here's a
start. Mike, the FML for today is here." Courtney said, sudden'y she disappeared and
a computer took her place. Mike walked over. He started to read then cried, "No!!!!".
Daniel, Ben and Chris ran over.
"What's wrong?" Chris asked.
"Read this." Mike said somber. They looked at the computer screen which simply
said things like 'Thanx for the Luna Park show.' or 'Me too!' or 'What size is your
Cemetery shirt?'
"That's really boring, Mike." Ben commented.
"I know. She's making the FML unreadable. That annoying whore!" he yelled.
"Let's go! Things are getting personal, now. We're on a mission." Mike said as he
started walking. Sweep trotted after Mike and the 'chair followed.
They walked for a little longer until they reached a small cottage. Muffled sounds
of music were coming out of the windows. Interested, they went over and knocked.
"What? No more demos, please!" a voice yelled.
"Watto?" the 'chair said in unison. They opened the door.
"Come again, Leave again, Waste of time, come again." John Watson turned to
see who he was talking to, "Oh, hello. fancy seeing you here." Watson said.
"This is getting weirder and weirder." Ben whispered to Chris who nodded.
"Why are you here?" Daniel asked.
"Oh, murmur's been on my case to find another good band. Ever since you guys,
they've been expecting me to find heaps more good bands," John sighed, "but I can't find
any that moved me like you guys did. I've listened to hundreds of demos, too." John
pointed to the corner where tapes were spilling over from boxes.
"Wow." was all Mike could say.
"I have an idea. See, we're going to visit this Great Cool Person who grants
wishes. Mike's asking for a good FML and we're asking to go home." Ben said
"And Ben's gonna ask for a girl to go with." Daniel snickered. Ben glared over at
him.
"Anyway, why don't you come with? Maybe this Cool Person knows some good
unsigned bands." Ben finished.
"Can't hurt." Chris said. John glanced at him, then at the stacks of tapes.
"Sure, why not? I need to get out." John turned off the stereo and they left.
They walked for a little while. Soon the silverstone Path turned into a dark
ominous looking forest.
"Mate, I don't like the looks of this." Ben said, slowing down.
"Yeah, the forest doesn't look too safe." Watson said. A loud roar sounded.
"Doesn't sound too good either." Mike added. Everyone just stood around.
"Let's go." Daniel said. Everyone looked at him. Then they looked at the forest.
"It can't be all that bad." He looked at the forest once more then at the group. He
seemed honestly surprised that the rest of them had disbelieving looks on their face.
"Are you a Madman?" Ben asked.
"You're life's an illusion, mind filled with confusion." Chris said.
"You must have a Suicidal Dream!" Watson said.
"You're a Freak!" Mike added.
"Well, just Leave Me Out!" Ben said, reaching down to pat Sweep, who had sat
down by his feet.
"Fine then. And exactly how are you planning to get your good FML?" Daniel
said, once again using his guitar to point at Mike.
"And your new bands?" pointing to Watson.
"And getting home? How else are we getting home? We have to keep going."
Daniel said. There was silence. Everyone was weighing their options.
"Well....I guess Daniel's right. We don't really have a choice." John said.
"Yeah, let's go." Chris said. And they were off again, although a bit slower.
Suddenly they heard the growling again. Mike strained to hear the noise.
"It almost sounds like a man growling." Mike said, somewhat confused. They walked forward, towards a bend. When they made the turn, they saw a great big ugly tour bus with a guy standing outside it.
"AAARGH! I hate this bus! It's so ugly! I mean, really, who would want a blue
gray bus? Surely not me!" the man said. He suddenly turned around.
"Would you want a blue gray tour bus?" he said to the five men. They all looked
at each other. Then Chris realized who this person was.
"Page Hamilton?" he asked. Page nodded.
"And who are you that you know me? I suppose you want an autograph, too."
Page sighed.
"No, that's ok. I'm Chris Joannou. We've met before." Chris said.
"'Yeah, you guys are silverchair, right?" the 'chair nodded and they introduced
John and Mike. As soon as everyone was introduced, Page went back to whining about
the bus.
"I can't stand this bus. I mean, when I go out on the road, it puts me in a bad
mood to know that all I have to return to after a show is this ugly blue gray thing. Then I
play bad." Page said.
"It is kinda ugly." Ben said, looking at it distastefully.
"I wish there was something I could do about it." Page said. Those were the
magic words.
"You know, we're going to see this Great Cool Person. She's supposed to grant us
all these wishes. We want to go home." Daniel started.
"I want a decent FML." Mike added.
"And I want a good band to sign. So what I think Daniel was hinting at is that
perhaps she can also get you a better bus if you'd like to join us." Watson finished. Page
smiled.
"I'll try anything to get a better looking bus. What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Page said and they were off.
"Those people! First there were three of them. Now six?!? All I want it that guitar! What should I do now?" Courtney said, looking through her crystal ball. The Head Teenybopper, who was in charge of the Flying Teenies, was also peering into the crystal ball, although not understanding. She looked perplexed.
"Um... you could strip them down to their boxers!" The Head Teenybopper
squealed with joy. They all got excited by this.
"No, that's OK. But after I get the guitar, you Flying Teenies can have them all to
yourselves." Courtney said, trying to get the Head Teenybopper to leave so she could
think.
"Really! Like, Oh my God! I better go tell the others!" The Head Teenybopper
flew off with the good news.
"Good, now I can think." Courtney sat, thinking. She looked around her castle for
inspiration. It wasn't until she saw a pile of violets that she got her idea.
"I know! I'll poison the field. Make them all pass out. Then I'll get the guitar and
the Flying Teenies will be happy." Courtney smiled, satisfied with her idea.
"But with what..." she thought some more. Suddenly something caught her eye. It
was a small green bottle. The label read: 'Petrol & Chlorine'.
"Perfect. I'll make each square of grass Petrol & Chlorine. They'll pass out and I'll
get the guitar. I'm so smart." Courtney said, walking over to grab the bottle as she made
her way to her crystal ball.
"Brain's a square of grass on Petrol & Chlorine." Courtney chanted. Slowly a fine
mist of Petrol & Chlorine settled over the field.
Meanwhile, Ben, Daniel, Chris, Mike, Watson, Page and Sweep came out of the
forest.
"Look! It's The City Of Freaks!" Ben yelled. A resounding cheer came from the
weary travelers. They all started to run towards the giant circus tent in front off them,
eager to get to the Great Cool Person. But when they started to breathe in the Petrol &
Chlorine, they soon slowed down.
"What is that?" Page asked.
"I don't know, but I think I'm gonna faint soon." Ben said exhausted.
"Yeah, I'm sure this isn't good for my asthma." Daniel added. As soon as he
spoke, Chris fell.
"Hey! Get Chris up!" Mike pointed. They all ran over to Chris, but it was no use.
Chris was out of it and didn't look like he was coming back soon.
"No! We can't stop now. I really need some chips. I'm hungry." Ben said, starting
to walk.
"Hey, we can't leave Chris here. His girlfriend wouldn't like it. Help us get him
up." John said. They started to pull at him and lightly slap his face.
"Nothing's working!" Ben said impatiently. Suddenly Daniel got an idea.
"Sweep baby! Come here." Daniel called and Sweep obediently walked over.
"Sic him!" Daniel told Sweep. She growled and nipped at Chris' feet.
"Huh...wha.. OUCH!" Soon Chris came to and bolted up off the ground.
"Was I out for long?" Chris asked. No one answered.
"Who cares? Look!" Ben pointed to the horizon.
"The City of Freaks!" they cried in unison and started running. Soon they reached
the entrance. A short man wearing a black tuxedo was standing at the entrance, holding
tickets.
"We're finally here!" Ben said. They stared at the man in the tuxedo. Chris
timidly walked over to the man.
"Hello, sonny, I'm Israel. Can I help you?" the man asked in a vibrant voice.
"Yeah, we came to meet the Great Cool Person. We were told she was the
ringleader." Chris said.
"Do you have tickets?" Israel asked.
"Um...no." Chris said.
"Well, then goodbye." Israel shooed Chris away. Chris returned to the group,
looking very confused.
"So, what did the guy say?" Page asked.
"The guy, Israel, he said we needed tickets." Chris shrugged. Mike wasn't happy
with failure.
"Well, let's try again anyway." Mike walked over to Israel, the others right on his
tail.
"What?" Israel asked, a bit annoyed.
"Look, we have to visit the Great Cool Person. I need to get a better FML." Mike
demanded.
"And our band really needs a better looking tour bus." Page said.
"I need decent bands to sign!" John added.
"And we have to get home." Chris said. Israel looked bored. He even yawned.
"Yeah, so?" he asked.
"Help us!" Ben shouted, frustrated.
"I'll play a song." Daniel offered, holding up the PRS. Israel rolled his eyes.
"We have circus music. Why would I want to hear you? Why should I help you?"
Israel said, looking a bit overworked. These people were sure being demanding.
"Petey said the great Cool Person would help us! That's why!" Ben yelled.
"Petey? Good old Pete Walton, the Good Witch? Well, why didn't you say so?
Come on in!" Israel lifted the curtain up and extended his arm. Everyone was grinning.
"Hey cool!" Chris said.
"Welcome." Israel said. He gestured toward the inside. There was an enormous ballroom in front of them. Freaks as well as normal people came out of doors. All sorts of Freaks were there. The Bearded Lady, Lobster Boy, The Half Man, the Nail Man, everyone. The others, who appeared to be normal, were escorting a freak on each arm. The women were wearing long, flowing flower dresses and the men were wearing black tuxes with black bowties and a white rose in the pocket.
"Welcome!" everyone greeted the visitors.
"Um, hi?" Daniel said, asking more than greeting.
"We're glad you're here. I'm Lily, the Carriage Driver." a voice said.
Everyone
turned to the young girl. Lily, who couldn't have been more than ten, was wearing a
typical driver's outfit, a tuxedo with a big top hat. The outfit was a bit big on her, but it
made her look adorable. But the most enchanting thing was what she was driving. On the
end of the harness was a blue llama.
"The llama's blue!" Ben commented.
"A man of wisdom, eh?" Daniel chuckled.
"Yes, this is the Llama of a Different Color!" Lily laughed. As she laughed, the
llama turned orange.
"Weirder and weirder." This was becoming Ben's favorite statement of the day.
"So you're here to see the ringleader, the Great Cool Person." Israel said. Daniel,
Ben and Chris nodded.
"Yeah, can we?" Page asked. The crowd giggled.
"Not like that you aren't!" Israel exclaimed. They all looked at each other. They
thought they looked perfectly fine.
"Oh no! You must get cleaned up first. Follow us to the silverCleaners." Israel
said. People grabbed their hands and led them behind a red curtain.
"First, you must take a shower." Israel said. They did and came out in their
clothes.
"Now what?" John said.
"Come to a station." a girl said. Each went to a different station.
Israel went from
each station, whistling and happy with what he saw. Mike was getting his hair brushed,
John was getting a shave, Page was getting his nails cleaned. Then he came to where the
three teens were. Chris was also getting shaved, but with some fuss.
"Hey! I like my chin fuzz!" he protested. Next to Chris was Ben. Two girls were
trying to attack his mohawk.
"I'm sorry, but this just won't stand up any higher!" The girl said. Ben shook his
head.
"Come on! Try harder!" Ben demanded. Next to Ben was Daniel, who was by far
the worst. Three girls were needed. They were trying to get him to wash his dreads,
which had accumulated a bit of dirt, but he wouldn't touch the water.
"You really need to wash your hair!" A girl cried.
"No! It'll smell like flowers and flowers stink!" Daniel complained, but eventually
the girls won.
Soon, everyone was ready. They walked out on a runway. As everyone was
cheering for them, their suddenly was a bang.
"AAAUGH!!!" People were yelling. The room was going into total chaos. The
llama, which was now purple, was spitting everywhere.
"Look!" someone was pointing. Everyone's gaze was following to the sky.
Courtney Love was on her broomstick. A trail of smoke was following her trail, spelling
out words.
"S-U-R-R-E-N-D-E-R" some one spelled out.
"s-i-l-v-e-r-c-h-a-i-r" they continued. Everyone looked at Daniel, Ben and Chris.
Chris whistled.
"silverchair? Do we know a silverchair?" Ben asked.
"Nope, no silverchair here." Daniel answered. It was quiet for a minute.
Some
people were still staring at the visitors. Suddenly a man came running out from behind a
curtain marked "BACKSTAGE".
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