A/N: This is the band parody to end all band parodies.
xThis Is Drive Shaftx
(Farm Interview II)
The band is sitting behind the same farm, all staring at the two empty seats in front of them. Murdoc starts running towards them.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," she explains. "I lost Jeremy. You guys haven't seen him?"
Charlie points to the open field to the right of the farm. Jeremy is seen running through the field; his arms open wide and singing.
"The hills are alive!"
"JEREMY! GET BACK HERE!"
"The hills are a-"
Jeremy trips and falls into a large pile of cow poo.
(Five Minutes Later)
Jeremy is shirtless, exposing a very skinny and pale chest, and is being hosed off by a man in a suit. The band is still laughing.
"So," Murdoc gasps, wiping a tear from her eye. "I don't think you guys officially introduced yourselves. Why don't you do that?"
"Well, I'm Liam Pace."
"I'm Charlie Pace."
"I'm the almighty Sinjin St. John."
"Liam Pace."
Everyone looks at Patrick.
Liam says, "No, you're Patrick."
"Liam."
"No, I'm Liam."
Patrick looks around nervously.
"Charlie."
Liam waves his hand across Patrick's face and mutters "Sleep". Patrick's head droops onto his shoulder.
"Oh, I wanted to ask you this before… Where'd you come up with Drive Shaft?"
"Well, we were The Heavens Two Betsy Seven when Liam said, 'Screw it," and he opened a dictionary and pointed at a word," Charlie explains.
"And it was 'Drive Shaft'…" Murdoc says dreamily.
"Actually, it was 'discontinue'," Liam says.
"Then it was 'abandon'," Charlie says.
"Then it was 'band'," Liam says.
"Oh."
"And then it was 'drive shaft'," Liam says.
"Okay…. Let's talk about your reviews a little bit. Regarding your debut album, "DriveSHAFT": "This tasteless band is a good indication of the lack of musical invention within. The musical growth rate of this band cannot even be charted. They are treading water in a sea of retarded sexuality and bad poetry."
"That's a little bit… negative," Liam says.
"The review you had on 'Oil Change' was just two words," Murdoc states, "'Sh! Change'."
"That's not even funny," Charlie says.
"That's just stupid," Liam says. "Who would print that?"
"I once ate a big red candle."
"SLEEP, GODDAMIT!"
(A/N: Once again, pointless. I don't know why I've been writing these chapters nonstop, but there ought to be another one quite soon. Thanks to Leaviel, who gave me that site so I know the actual REAL names of FICTIONAL albums. Next chappie, the band's manager and producer bring some bad news.