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July 15th, 2001
"Ladies and Gentlemen! It is SUCH an honor to present the legends of the night, Wyld Stallyns!" the announcer yelled into the microphone and the crowd went wild as Bill and Ted appeared on the stage, wearing rhinestone covered rock outfits, sparks flying on either side of them. With huge, goofy smiles, the two grabbed the microphone. "I'm Bill S. Preston, Esquire!" came a voice. "And I'm Ted "Theodore" Logan!" came another voice. "Together, we are WYLD STALLYNS!!!" they both yelled and started to rock 'n' roll. The crowd went crazy as they started to play and lighters were lit almost instantly; the crowd looked like a ocean of fire.
"Dude, that was most outstanding," Bill said, walking down the corridor to backstage with Ted. "Yeah, I even think I saw a blonde jump off the balcony," Ted said with a smile. "Really? Excellent!" Bill said, an air guitar following. "Dude, we're like, totally booked for a whole year. Gotta go on tour next week, y'know," Ted said, entering his dressing room. "On tour? Next week? But dude...what about Elizabeth and Joanna? They've seemed to have gone solo on us," Bill reminded his partner. There was a long period of silence as Ted thought. "I guess Death'll take care of 'em. They all quit on us," Ted said with a shrug. "Dude, must I remind you that Death is in London with his cello, remember?" Bill said with a brow lifted. "Oh yeah...well...they can take care of themselves then. Besides, they don't really like us around anymore." Ted said, packing up his guitar, his head down. Bill placed a hand on Ted's shoulder. "Ah...dude, it's not that bad. They'll come around," he said with a reassuring smile when Elizabeth and Joanna walked in, their babies in one arm, suitcases and such in the other. "William? Theodore?" they said. Bill and Ted turned around. "Whoa, ladies, we don't leave until next week, you didn't have to pack for us," Ted said, looking them up and down. "We didn't pack for you, Theodore, we packed for ourselves," Elizabeth said with her head down. "Well...I didn't know you were coming with us," Bill said with a smile. "We're not, William. We're leaving you," Joanna said. "No way..." Bill and Ted said in unison, "...why?" Joanna looked up at them, "You never have time for us and the babies anymore. We just think that we should be apart for a while. Goodbye," they said and left. "B-B-But..." the two stammered then sighed and looked at each other.
"Ah, dude...don't cry dude. We'll be okay," Bill said, trying to comfort his friend who was making the most boisterous sobs, tears pouring from his eyes, "B-But...I LOVED HER!!!!" Ted yelled, burying his face in his hands. Bill cringed at how loud he yelling and handed him a hankerchief. "Here dude..." Bill said as Ted took the hankerchief and blew his nose loudly. "C'mon dude! Pull yourself together. We have millions of people out there who depend on us and we can't get anything done crying over split milk," Bill said, hopping to his feet. Ted looked up after wiping his face, voice still wavering, "You're right dude. The show must go on," he said then walked out of the room, carrying his guitar. Bill soon followed him to the Wyld Stallyns van.
July 15th, 2001
"Ladies and Gentlemen! It is SUCH an honor to present the legends of the night, Wyld Stallyns!" the announcer yelled into the microphone and the crowd went wild as Bill and Ted appeared on the stage, wearing rhinestone covered rock outfits, sparks flying on either side of them. With huge, goofy smiles, the two grabbed the microphone. "I'm Bill S. Preston, Esquire!" came a voice. "And I'm Ted "Theodore" Logan!" came another voice. "Together, we are WYLD STALLYNS!!!" they both yelled and started to rock 'n' roll. The crowd went crazy as they started to play and lighters were lit almost instantly; the crowd looked like a ocean of fire.
"Dude, that was most outstanding," Bill said, walking down the corridor to backstage with Ted. "Yeah, I even think I saw a blonde jump off the balcony," Ted said with a smile. "Really? Excellent!" Bill said, an air guitar following. "Dude, we're like, totally booked for a whole year. Gotta go on tour next week, y'know," Ted said, entering his dressing room. "On tour? Next week? But dude...what about Elizabeth and Joanna? They've seemed to have gone solo on us," Bill reminded his partner. There was a long period of silence as Ted thought. "I guess Death'll take care of 'em. They all quit on us," Ted said with a shrug. "Dude, must I remind you that Death is in London with his cello, remember?" Bill said with a brow lifted. "Oh yeah...well...they can take care of themselves then. Besides, they don't really like us around anymore." Ted said, packing up his guitar, his head down. Bill placed a hand on Ted's shoulder. "Ah...dude, it's not that bad. They'll come around," he said with a reassuring smile when Elizabeth and Joanna walked in, their babies in one arm, suitcases and such in the other. "William? Theodore?" they said. Bill and Ted turned around. "Whoa, ladies, we don't leave until next week, you didn't have to pack for us," Ted said, looking them up and down. "We didn't pack for you, Theodore, we packed for ourselves," Elizabeth said with her head down. "Well...I didn't know you were coming with us," Bill said with a smile. "We're not, William. We're leaving you," Joanna said. "No way..." Bill and Ted said in unison, "...why?" Joanna looked up at them, "You never have time for us and the babies anymore. We just think that we should be apart for a while. Goodbye," they said and left. "B-B-But..." the two stammered then sighed and looked at each other.
"Ah, dude...don't cry dude. We'll be okay," Bill said, trying to comfort his friend who was making the most boisterous sobs, tears pouring from his eyes, "B-But...I LOVED HER!!!!" Ted yelled, burying his face in his hands. Bill cringed at how loud he yelling and handed him a hankerchief. "Here dude..." Bill said as Ted took the hankerchief and blew his nose loudly. "C'mon dude! Pull yourself together. We have millions of people out there who depend on us and we can't get anything done crying over split milk," Bill said, hopping to his feet. Ted looked up after wiping his face, voice still wavering, "You're right dude. The show must go on," he said then walked out of the room, carrying his guitar. Bill soon followed him to the Wyld Stallyns van.