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MARI, MARCH 16 2000, 6:41pm
She had done it! Mari has done the impossible and made her passion her job! After years of people saying ‘oh, you most likely won't be able to make much money off of music’ she had proven them wrong, and has released her first album!
Of course none of her songs have hit the Billboard Top 100, but if she keeps up the pace, she might get there one day! Even still, the money is still rolling in well enough to potentially make this her career.
Speaking of keeping the money rolling, she was doing a concert at the moment. Obviously nothing insane and over the top, but she had her fanbase to entertain, damnit!
She was wrapping up the last song, and when she hit the last note, the crowd cheered. Mari got up in order to bow to the audience, but then they began chanting one word in particular.
“ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE!”
She stopped in her tracks. Mari then picked up the mic.
“You guys…want an encore? I mean, I'd love to, but I didn't really plan for this!!” Mari worried to herself. Is it bad that she hadn't planned for this? Does this make her a negligent mother to all 100 or so of her children here?!?!?!?! “I- well, I'll let you guys decide then! I don't know every song, but still, what do you guys want me to play?”
Immediately people were giving their own recommendations but everyone's voices were drowned out by each other. Mari would swear later that she heard a familiar voice in the crowd say “Play Revolution 9.” But she still wasn't sure. After a few seconds of this, one guy would scream “PLAY BUDDY HOLLY!!!!” at the top of his lungs, Mari was honestly worried for his vocal cords! Soon after people seemed to agree with that song recommendation, with practically everyone screaming those words.
For a split second she thought they were talking about the musician and wanted her to play any of his songs, but she quickly realized they were probably talking about the song. Thankfully, this was one of the few Weezer songs she knew (the others being Say It Ain't So per Aubrey’s request and The Sweater Song) so she could do this.
She put her microphone back onto it's stand and turned to the people who were helping with this concert, whom she called ‘Mari’s Unpaid Laborers’.
“We’re doing Buddy Holly by Weezer. You guys know this song, right?” Thumbs up across the board. “Great. Ted, you handle the lead guitar, I'll substitute for the rhythm.”
Mari sat back down at her piano, while the drummer began counting down by hitting his drum sticks together. Mari took in a deep breath, as they began.
“WHATS WITH THESE HOMIES DISSING MY GIRL?”
Everyone off the stage began screaming in pure euphoria and glee.
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KEL, MARCH 17 2000, 3:32PM
“Yeah, at one point some guy tried climbing up on stage for some reason, but he didn't have the upper body strength to do so.” Sunny said, wrapping up his story. “It was insane.”
Kel nodded along with the story, as he continued walking down the street. Mari recently started up her West coast tour to promote her new album, and Sunny was able to go to the first show on the eastern side of Faraway.
“Damn, that's crazy dude!” Kel exclaimed. “Actually, earlier today I saw a guy practicing guitar in the cafeteria, and instead of people shouting ‘Play Free Bird!’ like usual, they told him to play Buddy Holly instead! Do you think they also went to Mari’s show?”
Sunny began scratching his chin and looked slightly up. “Maybe.” He wondered. “Isn't there a small music festival coming up in a few weeks?”
Kel perked up. “Oh yeah! Why, do you think the crowd will scream for Buddy Holly again?”
“Perhaps.” Sunny said while lowering his head back down. “I'm expecting mass casualties if it doesn't play.”
“MASS CASUALTIES?! How!”
“Fire. Explosions. Acid rain.”
The two boys began walking up to Sunny's house as they've finally reached their destination. “Yeah, sure! And how would that start?!”
“Let me explain.” Sunny began saying as the two entered the house, letting their insanity begin to fester.
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BASIL, MARCH 17 2000, 4:06PM
“So what d’you think is the cause for this ‘emergency meeting'?” Asked Aubrey, as she and Basil continued their way over to Sunny’s house.
“I don't know….you don't think anything bad happened, do you?” Basil said nervously. Sunny practically screamed at the two through ICQ, it seemed like there was an urgent situation!
Yet when they got to his house it seemed completely normal on the outside.
“I dunno.” Basil heard Aubrey say. She appeared slightly tense.
The teens walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Immediately they heard someone scampering up towards them, as the door creaked open to reveal….Kel?
“Oh, you guys are here! Sweet! Come on in!” He said, then swinging the door wide open for them to walk through.
“KEL? The hell is going on?!” Aubrey said, setting foot into the house.
“I’LL TELL YOU WHATS GOING ON.” Shouted a familiar, monotonous voice, the source swivelling around in an office chair with a cat purring in his lap. “We need to play Buddy Holly, else the world will end as we know it. KEL, BRING THE WHITEBOARD.”
Oh. Of course it wasn't anything serious, this is another one of Sunny’s schemes cause he's bored. Actually, nobody here really had anything better to do at the moment, so they might as well sit down and listen.
That is exactly what Basil and Aubrey did. If it was Kel who started this and just Kel, Aubrey likely wouldn't have paid it any attention, but because Sunny was involved, it was an exception. Why you may ask? Well don't ask that actually, Aubrey would kill you if you did.
“SO.” Sunny began speaking, as Kel brought in the small whiteboard. “As you all probably know, there is a small music festival coming up soon.”
“There's a small music festival coming up soon????”
“And as you people DONT know, Mari had a whole crowd screaming at her to play Buddy Holly as an encore in her last show. We fear that if Buddy Holly doesn't play in this festival, there will be a riot.” Sunny dryly stated as Kel accompanied his words with a drawing of a fire.
“This is not the end of it.” He continued. “This riot will lead to a man named John Peters accidentally blowing up a power plant.” Drawing of explosion. “This causes radioactive waste to go into the sky. This waste causes radioactive rain, and that rain turns people into zombies, starting the Zombie apocalypse.” Drawing of zombies. “If we play Buddy Holly at the show, though, this will be avoided.” Drawing of happiness and rainbows.
“And….how do you know this?” Asked Basil with a raised eyebrow.
Sunny stared at him, deadpanned, and said “The second coming of Jesus, who is a horse, told me so.”
Wow. Either this was a complicated inside joke between Sunny and Kel, and Sunny was just fucking with them, or Sunny has officially lost it. Probably the former.
“Okay man, sounds fun and all but there's a slight issue.” Aubrey began speaking. “None of us are exactly musically gifted and-”
LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER. She didn't even know the Suzukis owned that!
“Nuh uh!” Kel opened his mouth. “Aubrey, you can play guitar, Basil's in the choir, Sunny can play violin, and I do play a mean tambourine!”
“Yeah, he has a weirdly good sense of rhythm.” Sunny agreed.
Well, shit. For once, Aubrey could agree that Kel actually could make a really good point.
“I….stand corrected then.” She for once decided to not let her hubris get in her way. “I'm in then. Basil, what do you think?”
The other three turned towards him as he started to think about it. ‘Oh man, what if I seriously mess up and I get made fun of for it!’ he'd frantically think to himself. ‘But I already get made fun of….it wouldn't really change anything….and I guess I really don't have much going on.’
“W-well.” Basil started saying. “I’m not the best singer in the world, but I think I can do it! I'm in too.”
“YEAH!!!!” Kel screamed.
What have they gotten into….