Owen: Woah, did Kari write a new fanfic?
Noah: It's been a while…
Kari: Aww, did you miss me?
Izzy: -raises hand- Ooh! Oooooh! I did!
Noah: I didn't.
Kari: Whatever, you kissed a guy.
Noah: Did… NOT!
Courtney: Ugh, just get ON with it please!!
Noah: It was his EAR!
Kari: Psh, don't worry; I'm not a NXC supporter anyway.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own TMBG or TDI/TDA/TDM. Yay acronyms!
They Might Be Giants. In concert. This weekend. And you just scored back stage passes. Think WWDD, What Would Duncan Do? He would go, of course, if you know Duncan. I know what you're thinking, TMBG is an unusual band, don't you think Duncan would be into punk rock and heavy metal etc., etc.? Well, I'm sure he is. But everyone has different tastes. Someone might like AC/DC and David Crowder. Who knows. But we're getting off topic here. Anyway, so Duncan just scored some tickets and back stage passes to go see one of his most favorite bands in the whole entire world. Um, WHOOT. He knew the band was his age, and they could possibly become, I don't know, friends? That'd be cool. Totally. So, all week, he waited with anticipation, knowing that come Saturday, he would be rocking out with TMBG, backstage.
As you can imagine, the weekend seemed to take forever. But it finally did come, and Duncan was on his way over to the concert. When he got there, security asked the same typical thing,
"Tickets please?" The guard asked, holding out his hand.
"Right here, Chuck." Duncan grinned, handing the guard his tickets after reading his nametag, which said Charles Dweyr on it. Chuck growled, reading and ripping Duncan's ticket stub. He gave him a backstage pass to put around his neck, because that is what the ticket's instructions were, apparently. As Duncan walked in, it was like… like… he couldn't even think of a word. He saw the lead singer and guitarist, Trent, up on stage tuning his guitar. He marched to the stage stairs and walked up them, and went up to the stage doors. The fuzz let him in, of course, and with shaky legs, he walked in.
The first thing he noticed was that the band didn't look too happy. There were 8 of them. 3 girls and 5 guys. The girls, Duncan noted, weren't in the band, as there were no girls in TMBG. They noticed him and grumbled a little. Fortunately, the drummer, DJ, smiled.
"Hey, man. Who are you? Catering?" He asked hopefully. Duncan sniffed and rolled his eyes.
"Do I look like catering? Nah, man. I'm here for the show." He said, trying not to sound too eager.
"Unfortunately, there might not be a show." Trent said, leaning over a guy in a red track suit with brown hair. Duncan didn't recognize him, so he just raised his unibrow.
"What happened?" He asked, interested in anything TMBG related.
"Our bassist, Tyler, fell and broke his hand. There's no way he can play with it." Geoff, the backup guitarist, said sadly. One of the girls, who had brown hair and dark eyes with freckles between them, frowned. She had a huge scowl on her face, and Duncan thought if it weren't for that, she'd be really pretty. He liked her brown skin.
"It's going to cost us a TON of money. We ordered this place for 2 hours… that's 1000 dollars…" She said, doing the math on her PDA. "Which is HALF of our budget right now."
"Relax, Courtney. We still haven't gotten our pay for doing the concert in Windrixvile." Trent said calmly. He still shook his head. "But still, his hand won't heal for a while, and we have a gig in NYC coming up!" Duncan sucked in his cheeks ever so slightly and bit them lightly. He did that often when he was worried or trying to think.
"Well… I can play bass." He said quietly. Everyone looked at him.
"That's fine, I guess, but I mean, it can take a while to learn our songs…" Trent began. "I guess we don't need a bassist… we can probably go out by ourselves… But anyway, we can't just let some newbie jump in, but thanks anyway, ah… um…"
"My name is Duncan, I can play any song you need me to," He tried again. "even 'Istanbul.'"
Everyone raised their eyebrows. 'Istanbul' was a fast, high-paced song that took quite a bit of skill.
"Ok," another girl, a blonde with a ponytail and blue sweater consented. "Let's see what you've got."
Trent handed Duncan a bass guitar. Duncan strummed it once. Twice. He took a deep breath. He played the beginning part to 'Experimental Film.'
"The colors of infinity inside an empty glass…" the last girl, a girl with tons of white makeup and blue hair streaks sang softly. Trent joined in.
"I'm squinting my eye and turning off and on and on and off the light." Everyone started to sing, except for the brunette, Courtney.
It's
for this experimental film Yeah, you're all gonna be in this experimental film I
already know the ending And in my experimental film Yeah, you're all gonna be in this
experimental film The color of infinity Yeah, you're all gonna be in this
experimental film
Which nobody knows about and which
I'm
still figuring out what's going to go
In my experimental
film
And
even though I can't explain it
I already know how great it's
It's the part that makes your face
implode
But that's the way the movie
ends
Which nobody knows about
but which
I'm still figuring out your face implodes
At my
experimental film
And even though I can't explain it
I already
know how great it--
Even though I can't explain it
I already
know how great it is
Inside an empty
glass
It's for this experimental film
Which nobody knows about
and which
I'm still figuring out what's going to go
In my
experimental film
And even though I can't explain it
I already
know how great it's gonna--
Yeah, you're gonna be in this
experimental film
And even though I can't explain it
I already
know how great it--
Even though I can't explain it
I already
know how great it is…
Duncan finished.
Everyone stared.
"Welcome to the band." Trent said.
