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K, so I decided I didn't like my last version of this story, so I rewrote it.
The Diary of Guy Ripley
Day 35 of This Most Excellent Adventure
Music: Pleasure Ryland by Cobra Starship
Dear Diary,
It’s Halloween today, that kooky celebration of terror and treats. Yours truly may have eaten a few too many scrumptious sweets, oh dear. Watching that waistline you know. Today I found myself in the Twin Cities with those demi-gods of rock, The Academy Is…In vain I attempted to garner an interview with the wonderful and stunningly attractive William Beckett…delicious…but he would have none of it, so I decided to devote my energies to devising a little Halloween prank for our dear friend Adam T. Siska (although I must admit that his relentless stalking of that great band is becoming tiresome. I worry for his mental health some days). I journeyed with “the boys” to that haven of the commercial, the Mall of America! Surrounded by a sea of short people in awkward costumes, I set my plan in motion, imposing myself upon the marvelous musicians that were my companions long enough to prepare my prank. Everything proceeded with fantastic aplomb (I’m certain it’s because I had my limited edition Hannah Montana pen upon my personage), and I set the bait with a “text message” to Mr. Siska, telling him he could find the objects of his affection (my current compatriots) at the Mall of America. Following this gesture of brilliance, we made ourselves scarce by hiding in that epitome of emo, that castle of counter-culture, Hot Topic. I found myself distracted by the superabundance of emo pants, desperate for a new pair of those wonderfully in fashion items, but I persevered through the temptation and focused upon “Sisky Business”, who had finally arrived. He was confounded, flustered, my plan was so brilliant! He spied the signs we had so carefully placed in storefronts and over advertisements and read their fateful message.
“Haha, you thought you’d caught us! You’ll never reach The Academy Is…Happy Halloween!”
At which point my esteemed colleagues and I hastened to escape, my laughter triumphant at the bewildered expression upon Adam’s face.
Following my masterful prank, we arrived at the venue, which, I must admit, was thoroughly subpar considering the caliber of the men that would soon be playing there. My planning earlier in the evening would, hopefully, keep that sniveling stalker from the show. The Academy Is took the stage in all their Halloween finery, and I “rocked” along with my fellow enthusiasts. Sadly, the night was marred by Mr. Siska’s persistence when he appeared in the middle of the show and actually had the tenacity to play bass with the greatest rock band of all time. Thankfully, my quick thinking rescued the boys from any awkward moments after the show when I whisked them away before Siska could impose his presence upon them.
Their performance was delicious. A highly satisfactory Halloween. I remain certain that I will obtain my perfect interview soon.
Goodnight Hannah Montana,
Goodnight Twin Cities,
Goodnight, oh William Beckett. Delicious.
Guy Ripley
The Diary of Guy Ripley
Day 35 of This Most Excellent Adventure
Music: Pleasure Ryland by Cobra Starship
Dear Diary,
It’s Halloween today, that kooky celebration of terror and treats. Yours truly may have eaten a few too many scrumptious sweets, oh dear. Watching that waistline you know. Today I found myself in the Twin Cities with those demi-gods of rock, The Academy Is…In vain I attempted to garner an interview with the wonderful and stunningly attractive William Beckett…delicious…but he would have none of it, so I decided to devote my energies to devising a little Halloween prank for our dear friend Adam T. Siska (although I must admit that his relentless stalking of that great band is becoming tiresome. I worry for his mental health some days). I journeyed with “the boys” to that haven of the commercial, the Mall of America! Surrounded by a sea of short people in awkward costumes, I set my plan in motion, imposing myself upon the marvelous musicians that were my companions long enough to prepare my prank. Everything proceeded with fantastic aplomb (I’m certain it’s because I had my limited edition Hannah Montana pen upon my personage), and I set the bait with a “text message” to Mr. Siska, telling him he could find the objects of his affection (my current compatriots) at the Mall of America. Following this gesture of brilliance, we made ourselves scarce by hiding in that epitome of emo, that castle of counter-culture, Hot Topic. I found myself distracted by the superabundance of emo pants, desperate for a new pair of those wonderfully in fashion items, but I persevered through the temptation and focused upon “Sisky Business”, who had finally arrived. He was confounded, flustered, my plan was so brilliant! He spied the signs we had so carefully placed in storefronts and over advertisements and read their fateful message.
“Haha, you thought you’d caught us! You’ll never reach The Academy Is…Happy Halloween!”
At which point my esteemed colleagues and I hastened to escape, my laughter triumphant at the bewildered expression upon Adam’s face.
Following my masterful prank, we arrived at the venue, which, I must admit, was thoroughly subpar considering the caliber of the men that would soon be playing there. My planning earlier in the evening would, hopefully, keep that sniveling stalker from the show. The Academy Is took the stage in all their Halloween finery, and I “rocked” along with my fellow enthusiasts. Sadly, the night was marred by Mr. Siska’s persistence when he appeared in the middle of the show and actually had the tenacity to play bass with the greatest rock band of all time. Thankfully, my quick thinking rescued the boys from any awkward moments after the show when I whisked them away before Siska could impose his presence upon them.
Their performance was delicious. A highly satisfactory Halloween. I remain certain that I will obtain my perfect interview soon.
Goodnight Hannah Montana,
Goodnight Twin Cities,
Goodnight, oh William Beckett. Delicious.
Guy Ripley