Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)

Marty stared after them. There was something strangely familiar about Ted Logan, and not just
because they had met before…
“Marty!” Nick yelled.
The seventeen-year-old blinked. “Huh”
The newly-arrived stage crewmember rolled his eyes and repeated his message. “Get moving. It’s your
turn.”
The last thing Marty heard before he stepped out onto the stage was Nick suggesting that they play so
loud that the judges would go deaf and therefore not be able to hear them; and then they were up on
stage, playing their hearts out and hoping to win.
They lost.
**
The Pinheads left the competition hall for the car park in considerably lower spirits than they had
entered it with.
“We at least managed to drop our volume to 40 decibels,” Marty said as they walked. “Just thought I’d
let you guys know.”
Disaster Area had made it into the semi-finals, along with several other bands – including one which had
delivered a rendition of a slow alien love ballad entitled ‘Don’t Make Me Zap You With My Ray Gun’:
“Marty!”
Don’t make me zap you with my ray gun
Because it’s really gonna hurt
This gun killed me a dozen humans
Although it may sound quite absurd
So why’d you leave me, little green one
With your antenna sleek and sure
And your eyes so square and purple
You broke my hearts right here and here.
Marty turned to see Bill and Ted hanging around between the parked vehicles and waving at him.
“What’re you doing out here” he asked them, walking over as the rest of his band went their separate
ways.
“Lewis made us stay here,” Bill said.
“Yeah,” Ted agreed. “He told us to guard the van.” The teen brightened. “Did they make it to the next
round”
Marty nodded despondently.
“Excellent!”
“What’s it to you if they win” Marty asked.
“When they win the new instruments, we get to keep their old ones,” Ted said happily.
“And then we can start our own band,” Bill continued for him. “Only we haven’t thought of a name yet.”
“And we can’t really play either,” Ted admitted. “Hey… can you teach us, dude”
Marty sighed. “Not today, okay”
The younger teens looked disappointed.
“Maybe another time,” Marty said.
“Did you lose” Bill asked.