"What the fuck are we gonna do?"
Just then, it looked as though a light bulb appeared over Dave's head.
"I say, we just beat the living shit out of each other, and then say we got mugged. They have to let us in, man. They have to!" He said, hoping it would be convincing.
"Oh, yeah, right." Vinny said, running a hand through his shaggy black hair.
"Hey, it's worth a shot, right?" Eddie said, hauling a punch into Dave's face. The guys beat the living shit out of one another, until they could barely recognize one another's faces. Then they ran off to the door, as the ticketmen were shutting the door to the public.
"WAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIT!" Eddie shrieked as the gang ran to the door.
"Dude, some big motherfuckers just grabbed us and swiped our tickets!" Dave said, gasping for air.
"Yeah, sure kid." One of the dorky doormen said, beginning to shut the huge doors to Cobo Hall.
"What, are you fucking kidding me?" Chris said, spitting blood onto the ground.
"It was those Assholes right there! Number 13!" Vinny yelled, pointing to the kid he'd met in the convenient store earlier. Chongo and his gang turned around.
"Stop them!" The other dork said.
"You'll find my wallet with my KISS army I.D. and 200 bucks." Vinny said.
The Door dudes found it and then handed the tickets, and the wallet to Vinny. The guys went into the concert hall and to the third row. They watched the opening band, (Insert the name of a band that toured with KISS in 1977-8- or 9."
They stopped and hugged one another when the band introduced themselves.
"AALLRIGHT DETROIT! YOU WANTED THE BEST..." Gene Simmons yelled, the crowd getting even more pumped up. When Gene finished the intro, Ace Frehley went into a guitar riff for Shout It Out Loud. The band played another one of their legendary ass kickin' concerts and at the very end, Peter Criss threw his drumstick and it landed smack into Chris' hand. Then Paul smashed up his guitar and he threw the pieces out into the audience. Dave caught the neck and held onto it for his dear life.
After the concert, they all walked back to their car. Dave and Beth held hands, Chris stared in amazement at the drumstick, Eddie searched for the keys, and Vinny stared at the night sky. They were in serious trouble with their parents, but who the hell cared? They drove home in silence, each one of them worn out and ready to crash in Dave's basement.
Dave got in a little bit of trouble, but he wormed his way out of it with words, kisses, and an I Love You. Beth's parents didn't notice she was gone, as they had left that weekend anyhow. Vinny was grounded for a month and a half, but it didn't really stop him. Chris and his mother started out a new relationship, and were better off after that. In fact, his mom is slowly becoming a KISS fan herself after she realized that KISS is just a fantasy form of entertainment and commercial marketing for teenagers. Eddie also got in trouble, but wasn't punished. His parents believe that punishment will only cause resentment and hostility, which is unnecessary if we are to create a world of peace and love.
All in all, this story (and the movie it came from) just proves that kids will never change. They will always raise hell, and if you try to blame their behavior on music, then you may want to have yourself analyzed. If you can't tell your kids the difference between fake and real, then you need help. If you think KISS is evil because they look like comic book characters, or that Eminem is a bad influence, then you are a bad parent. If your kid takes after Eminem, then it is because you weren't there for him/her. You weren't there to show them love, and reality. You weren't there and that is why they do the wrong stuff. Don't blame Marilyn Manson, KISS, Ozzy, KoRn, Eminem, or any other musician for your kids' behavior.
A Quote: This one is from the Fox Sitcom, 'Titus' on Wednesday at nine, and Tuesday at 8:30.
(Ken) Jesus was laughing when I went into the light! (Titus) He was laughing because you were trying to get into Heaven!
Sorry for such a crappy ending. I just have to finish all of these stories before I work on an original story I have in mind. Sorry for this, and reviews are Greatly appreciated.
Love,
I decided to redo a nickname thing. I am not sure, but what do you guys think of 'ThreeHeadedMonkey'? That's the name for my new website since Moonfruit is doing a pay service now. I'm 15, and I am flat broke. I can't pay for much other than a pair of good winter boots. Western New York is gonna get pounded to death this year...
And thanks to The She Devil Dave Lover... :-) for helping me post this as my god damn word processor took a shit... :-(. Thanks, Tara.