~A Truly Blue Adventure~
Summary: A girl named Devon really becomes a star after stopping at a yellow house to crash. There is a lot of insanity, but there isn't as much bashing of the show. Funny, yet very inspirational at the end.
Disclaimer: I don't own Blue's Clues or Evanescence. I own Devon.
Author's Notes: This story starts with Steve as the host in the beginning, then flips over to Joe.
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"Do you really think I'm going to let you waste your money on that guitar, young lady?" my father coolly questioned.
"Dad, you know how long I've wanted to start a band," I said, crossing my arms. My father didn't know when to shut up.
"There's no way I'm letting you play in some trashy heavy metal band, Devon," he said firmly. "A true musician isn't going to get any scholarship with that junk." He shoved a violin in my hands. "Here. If you really want to amount to anything, jam on this."
WHAM!!! My dad looked pretty beat after whacking him with the violin a few times.
"I'm not going to settle for some Mozart crap, Dad!" I shouted angrily. "My dream has been and always will be to start a heavy metal band. You would always support me when I was little. 'Rock on, Devon!', you'd always say. But that faded ever since I started high school." I opened the door and stormed out. "Rock music is my life, Dad. Get used to it."
"But, Devon---"
SLAM! That ended that little discussion, and I headed off down the road.
As you could probably guess by now, my name's Devon. Devon Johanssen, to be precise. I've wanted to start a heavy metal band about since I was 12, and now I'm 14. My dad used to support my ideas, but he's almost completely destroyed my dreams of starting Nu World Order (that's my band's name). I can't take him anymore. I have to get away from him.
As I continued walking---err, stomping---down the road, I noticed something strange about my neighborhood. Everything was starting to turn...two- dimensional! It looked like the same animation as South Park. But although I like South Park, I had a sinking feeling that this wasn't the same cartoon. I kept walking along the cartoon-like road, and a light blue cat ran past me. Wait a minute, a blue cat? I HAD to be hallucinating. I don't remember taking any drugs last night.oh well. I finally reached this odd yellow house with a red roof and a purple mailbox sleeping on its post near the sidewalk...huh? I rang the doorbell.
I could've sworn I saw a blue pooch rush out through the doggy door, but I only caught a glimpse of it before a young man in a green striped shirt answered the door.
"Hello! It's late, but I like company any time of the day!"
I only stared...there was something wrong with him.
"Oh, how impolite I'm being!" he said slapping his forehead. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Steve Burns."
"THE Steve Burns?" I said with a gasp. "The rock singer who wrote the album "Songs for Dust Mites"? I haven't really heard any of your music, but I've never really met any rock stars before." I shook his hand. "It's an honor, Mr. Burns. A true honor."
"Call me Steve," he replied smiling.
"You know, Steve," I said, "I was planning on hitting the rock business myself, but my dad's trying to shut down my band. We got into another argument again tonight and I ended up leaving him." I dropped on my knees and begged, "Please, just let me stay for a night! Tomorrow, I'll go bum off of someone else!"
"Well, some of the other 'residents' might object, but...okay," Steve said with yet another ridiculous smile. "You can take my bedroom if you want. I'll sleep on the couch."
All of a sudden, the blue dog from earlier jumped on top of me and pinned me to the floor, slobbering me like crazy.
"ACK! Who is this?" I yelped as I continued to be licked.
"Oh, that's Blue," Steve said.
"A blue dog, eh? Where'd you find her?"
"Um, err, uh...she came from a mutant farm," Steve stammered, trying to find a good excuse for a blue dog, then tried to yank Blue off of me. "Bad girl, you're not supposed to attack guests!"
Blue only glared and growled at Steve.
"I said get off!" Steve yelled whacking her with a newspaper. Blue whined and ran off. I couldn't help but notice the blue paw prints left on my clothes, even though I was wearing almost all black.
"I apologize for her behavior..." said Steve, then trailed off as he noticed the time on a clock that mysteriously appeared on the wall. "11:30! I should have been asleep by now!"
"Do you have a lot to do tomorrow, Steve?" I asked.
"Definitely," he replied. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Devon Johanssen," I replied. "Future rock star...hopefully."
"Devon...cool name. Goodnight!" Steve did some odd dance as he sang, "Steve skidoos off to bed..." and plopped down on the couch and started snoring. I smiled, humming the catchy little tune as I walked off to his bedroom.
But when I was gone, Steve woke up from his feigned deep sleep. He snickered to himself as he reached into a side table drawer near a red overstuffed armchair. Grabbing a small notepad, he flipped past various scribbles to a blank page and with a large crayon, began writing.
"Note to self: Leave big yellow house to finally start music career. Don't bring Blue with me. Move big yellow house permanently into TV studio. Beg little brother Joe to take my place as host, and make sure they go on incredibly stupid adventures. Watch Devon freak out on TV. Get a pencil instead of always writing with this darn crayon. How else will I sign my name when I catch my big break?"
Steve then flipped the page and began writing another note.
Dear Devon,
I'm sorry I've left on such short notice, but...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A bit of a cliffhanger! What's going to happen in the next chapter? Read to find out! And it's true, Steve does have an album out called "Songs for Dust Mites".
Summary: A girl named Devon really becomes a star after stopping at a yellow house to crash. There is a lot of insanity, but there isn't as much bashing of the show. Funny, yet very inspirational at the end.
Disclaimer: I don't own Blue's Clues or Evanescence. I own Devon.
Author's Notes: This story starts with Steve as the host in the beginning, then flips over to Joe.
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"Do you really think I'm going to let you waste your money on that guitar, young lady?" my father coolly questioned.
"Dad, you know how long I've wanted to start a band," I said, crossing my arms. My father didn't know when to shut up.
"There's no way I'm letting you play in some trashy heavy metal band, Devon," he said firmly. "A true musician isn't going to get any scholarship with that junk." He shoved a violin in my hands. "Here. If you really want to amount to anything, jam on this."
WHAM!!! My dad looked pretty beat after whacking him with the violin a few times.
"I'm not going to settle for some Mozart crap, Dad!" I shouted angrily. "My dream has been and always will be to start a heavy metal band. You would always support me when I was little. 'Rock on, Devon!', you'd always say. But that faded ever since I started high school." I opened the door and stormed out. "Rock music is my life, Dad. Get used to it."
"But, Devon---"
SLAM! That ended that little discussion, and I headed off down the road.
As you could probably guess by now, my name's Devon. Devon Johanssen, to be precise. I've wanted to start a heavy metal band about since I was 12, and now I'm 14. My dad used to support my ideas, but he's almost completely destroyed my dreams of starting Nu World Order (that's my band's name). I can't take him anymore. I have to get away from him.
As I continued walking---err, stomping---down the road, I noticed something strange about my neighborhood. Everything was starting to turn...two- dimensional! It looked like the same animation as South Park. But although I like South Park, I had a sinking feeling that this wasn't the same cartoon. I kept walking along the cartoon-like road, and a light blue cat ran past me. Wait a minute, a blue cat? I HAD to be hallucinating. I don't remember taking any drugs last night.oh well. I finally reached this odd yellow house with a red roof and a purple mailbox sleeping on its post near the sidewalk...huh? I rang the doorbell.
I could've sworn I saw a blue pooch rush out through the doggy door, but I only caught a glimpse of it before a young man in a green striped shirt answered the door.
"Hello! It's late, but I like company any time of the day!"
I only stared...there was something wrong with him.
"Oh, how impolite I'm being!" he said slapping his forehead. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Steve Burns."
"THE Steve Burns?" I said with a gasp. "The rock singer who wrote the album "Songs for Dust Mites"? I haven't really heard any of your music, but I've never really met any rock stars before." I shook his hand. "It's an honor, Mr. Burns. A true honor."
"Call me Steve," he replied smiling.
"You know, Steve," I said, "I was planning on hitting the rock business myself, but my dad's trying to shut down my band. We got into another argument again tonight and I ended up leaving him." I dropped on my knees and begged, "Please, just let me stay for a night! Tomorrow, I'll go bum off of someone else!"
"Well, some of the other 'residents' might object, but...okay," Steve said with yet another ridiculous smile. "You can take my bedroom if you want. I'll sleep on the couch."
All of a sudden, the blue dog from earlier jumped on top of me and pinned me to the floor, slobbering me like crazy.
"ACK! Who is this?" I yelped as I continued to be licked.
"Oh, that's Blue," Steve said.
"A blue dog, eh? Where'd you find her?"
"Um, err, uh...she came from a mutant farm," Steve stammered, trying to find a good excuse for a blue dog, then tried to yank Blue off of me. "Bad girl, you're not supposed to attack guests!"
Blue only glared and growled at Steve.
"I said get off!" Steve yelled whacking her with a newspaper. Blue whined and ran off. I couldn't help but notice the blue paw prints left on my clothes, even though I was wearing almost all black.
"I apologize for her behavior..." said Steve, then trailed off as he noticed the time on a clock that mysteriously appeared on the wall. "11:30! I should have been asleep by now!"
"Do you have a lot to do tomorrow, Steve?" I asked.
"Definitely," he replied. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Devon Johanssen," I replied. "Future rock star...hopefully."
"Devon...cool name. Goodnight!" Steve did some odd dance as he sang, "Steve skidoos off to bed..." and plopped down on the couch and started snoring. I smiled, humming the catchy little tune as I walked off to his bedroom.
But when I was gone, Steve woke up from his feigned deep sleep. He snickered to himself as he reached into a side table drawer near a red overstuffed armchair. Grabbing a small notepad, he flipped past various scribbles to a blank page and with a large crayon, began writing.
"Note to self: Leave big yellow house to finally start music career. Don't bring Blue with me. Move big yellow house permanently into TV studio. Beg little brother Joe to take my place as host, and make sure they go on incredibly stupid adventures. Watch Devon freak out on TV. Get a pencil instead of always writing with this darn crayon. How else will I sign my name when I catch my big break?"
Steve then flipped the page and began writing another note.
Dear Devon,
I'm sorry I've left on such short notice, but...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A bit of a cliffhanger! What's going to happen in the next chapter? Read to find out! And it's true, Steve does have an album out called "Songs for Dust Mites".