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A typical boring-ass day in the boring-ass club's recording session

Note from the Author: This story is a spontaneous thing that I just thought of. All the events here on were just though up on the spot. I had no idea what is going to come out of this story.

Chapter 1 thru several chapters after that "Recording Session"
Trey Anastasio was your normal Texas kid. He had friends, he listened to cool music, he had an average car. Well, he was normal until that day...that day that no one in Winterfield will ever forget. But we will get to that later.
Trey had lots of friends. There was Billy, "hi!"...
"oh jeez Billy. Don't but into my story already. I just started. I have like 39 words and you are already butting in!"
"K, jeez...sorry dude...I'll just stand over here until you're ready for me...is over here okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine, stay there." Anyway, as I was saying, Trey had friends. Like I mentioned before, there was billy, "Did you say my name?"
"NO! Shut up!!!" God, he's annoying...Yeah, there was Bi--that kid in the corner, Jon "Fish" Fishman, Mike Gordon, and Page McConnell. Fish, Mike and Page were never seen apart. They were always hanging out together. Now, don't be getting all sick minded and thinking what I know you are thinking. Trust me, they're not like that. And of course, there was me, Josh Banks. I'm kinda the "leader" of this bunch of knuckleheads. They're all cool in their own little way. Trey collects bugs. He once collected something like 50 something cockroaches and made a "collage" of them. He took a piece from each cockroach and glued them together to make another whole cockroach exoskeleton. It was the coolest thing I ever saw. He did it with liquid starch. Okay, I'm going to stop talking about bugs now. But seriously, outside of us four guys, the kid's life is focused on bugs. I'm serious. Sometimes he misses school because he's so engrossed in the bugs.
Fish likes to do just the opposite of what you'd think. He hates to fish. We only call him "Fish" because he doesn't like his first name. He likes hunting. Every winter, he goes up north with his dad for like a week and they go hunting. Hey, here he comes now. "Hey Fish! Hey, come over here, say something into the microphone."
"Dude, what the hell are you talking into a microphone for?"
"It's this new digital voice recording thing that I got. I'm using it for a time capsule."
"You can't put time in a can!"
"Fish, shut the hell up. Go talk to Billy."
"Did you say my name? Are you ready for me? Hi guys...hi hi...umm..haha...I'm..uh...Billy-well my mom named me William but my friends...th-they all call me Bill or Billy. Or sometimes they ca-"
"Billy how many times do I have to tell you to shut your cake hole?! Get over there now, where you can't be heard."
"B-but, I like the microphone! Hi...hi guys...i-in digital land...well, it's not really a land. But um...I'll go over here now."
"Yeah, that's a good boy. Fish..."
"Yeah man..."
"Go keep him company!"
"Ok, lemme just say something into the microphone real quick."
"Ok, go ahead, it's recording"
"Is that what that little red light means?"
"Yes! Now go! You're wasting memory!"
"Dude, it can't remember stuff!"
"Shut up! Just say what you were gonna say and then occupy Billy"
"Oh yeah...umm...Hi. My name's Fish. I hate to fish. Billy smells sometimes, but we keep him around. Umm...bye...yeah...ok Josh, I'm done. Hey Billy! You dork ass smelly boy! What's goin on!"
"HEY!!! Keep it down! I'm still recording!!!" Anyway. That's a little taste of Jon for ya. Mike, Page and Trey should be here soon. I told them to be here at 11:00. Oh yeah, Trey had work, and Mike and Page were gonna go visit him and then come here.
Mike's a cool guy. He drives his parents' van. His girlfriend is so hot. And what's more, she's a blond and she's smart! Fancy that- a hot girl who's not flaky! Her name is Amanda Ladley. But we call her Lads. That's only because that's what her nickname is on the field hockey team. She's an all around girl. She's really cool. Oh yeah, I was talking about Mike. He's probably the coolest one of the group. Yes, I did say that I was the leader, but I didn't say I was the best looking. Mike...what to say about mike. I don't know I'll let him talk about himself. If he even takes this thing seriously. These guys never take much seriously. I'll let both the guys talk about themselves because I don't wanna put words in their mouths or anything. I'll talk about myself.
My name is Josh Banks. I am 5'9" and I weigh 176 pounds. I played football my Freshman and Sophomore year, but I don't play this season because I failed the drug test. That'll teach me. I should've listened to Rhea. She's my girlfriend. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. You wouldn't think to look at me, but I'm a pretty good actor. Rhea got me interested in acting when we were in eigth grade. I didn't have a huge part, but I still really enjoyed it. She has been a big help through the tough times I've had. She's always there to help me. She's a little different than everyone else, but I love her to death. She likes to shop at odd stores and get "not kosher" clothing (at least according to the school). I could care less what she wears. She means everything to me. Okay, more about me. Umm...yeah, I play(ed) football, I act, I lift weights, what else do I do? Oh yeah, I like to make web pages in my free time. See? Another abnormality...first an unflaky blond and now a football player who's not a meat head! Oh, here comes Mike and Page.
"Hey guys! Over here!"
"Oh man...why'd you make us come so early?"
"What're you talking about? It's almost noon!"
"Ugh, that's early. Me and Page we up till about 5 am playing basketball. We had a bet going, but we lost track of who was winning, so we just stopped playing and flopped. It was awesome though. You should have seen my moves, Josh."
"Shut up Mike! I've got more skills than you do! You don't got game to save your ass! I was whuppin your ass the whole time but you called it off cuz you knew you were behind by like a zillion points!"
"Shut up! I stuffed you so many times. What're you doing coming in here saying I don't got game? I oughta beat your ass right here!"
"Alright alright! Break it up! I'm recording here. Say something into the mic"
"Hi, this is Mike. I'm talking into the mic. 'Something...' heh heh...there Josh, I said 'something.'"
"No dude, say something about yourself!"
"Something.....umm....some--no just kiddin. Um...My name is Mike Andrew Gordon. My friends call me MAG."
"Oh pleeeasseee!! No one calls you Mag except yourself when you are jerkin off."
"Page, shut the fuck up. I'm recording for people in the future! Hello future folk! This is the voice of the past! We use VCRs and we inject gasoline into our cars! We travel on vulcanized rubber on the ground and we use airplanes that only go 40,000 feet in the air. Yeah, that's cool. Hey Josh, I'll betcha the people listening to me right now are laughing there asses off at this old school shit they're hearing."
"Hee hee...!"
"SHUT UP BILLY!!!!"
"Wasn't me!"
"Good, keep it that way...Okay Page, your turn."
"Ok...ummm....let's see if i can get a rap going. My name is Page, I don't show my age, sometimes my house feels like, i'm livin in a cage. I got skills and game, I don't play lame, my friend MAG over here, got a real hot dame. I like the net, I got a site you won't forget, if you come and visit, you won't go into debt...bmm chsshh b-dumm dum chishh"
"Won't go into debt? What the hell's that all about?"
"Hey, shut up, I was free stylin'...gimme a break."
"Yeah, so I'm done rapping now. Hey, do you think they'll have rap in the future?"
"Sure"
"Hey, wanna have some fun? Let's get Billy over here and have him freestyle a little bit. This'll be good!"
"I heard my name! Is it safe?"
"Yeah Billy, man! Hey come over here and show us your freestylin skills!"
"Oh no, I couldn't...I-I don't like to sh-show off."
"Come on billy, do it for your pal Page! And for Josh...he's recording this...it's important."
"Okay, I guess I can for the digital land people...well, it's not a land. B-But the people walk on the land. Hey, you can take that two ways. They can be people from d-digital land that's not really a land, or they can be L-Land People who are d-digital."
"Yeah we got it. Can you freestyle now? It's important! And we know how much you like important things!"
"Yeah I do....Ok, here goes. M-my name is Billy, my friends don't call me Willy, my mom called me william, and I can't think of something to rhyme with william. But william rymes with William. William! Huh! Oh yeah! Bmm Chssh B-dumm dum chishh! L-like I said I'm billy, I am really silly, i have a coat that's twilly, i like to eat jelly. But Jelly has an E, but that's ok-eee, silly has an "I", and I have two eyes. B'dum dum chssh. Billy is freestylin, I'm not nail filein, Freestylin is billy, I like important things....oh wait, Mike...can I do that last part again? It didn't rhyme right."
"Haha! Wait...haha!!!! Lemme catch my breath!...whew! No, Billy, that was good. Have a seat."
"Okay, is this alright?"
"Yes Billy."
"Hey, you know what? I didn't get to talk about myself yet into the mic"
"Ok, fine. Talk about yourself"
"Okay...I think most of you know my name. For the past hour an a half, I have lived in the corner over there. Well, you can't see it, but I hope you can know what I'm talking about. Okay, I'll explain...the room looks to be about 13x14. There is a dent in the wall and I am over where the-"
"Billy! Talk about yourself! Not the wall!!!!"
"Okay, but there is a dent in the wall...don't throw stuff at me! Let me talk! Okay, I live in east Winterfield. 925 Eastwood Lane, Winterfield, TX 52316. Umm...My parents make me go to bed at 9:30. But that's good, because that lets me watch Dharma and Greg. That's my favorite show. I like to play doom on the computer because I pretend they are my teachers and stuff. But don't worry, I won't shoot anyone. My parents yell at me when I take the shower head off and pretend it's a gun. So don't worry."
"Good Billy, good, now have a seat."
"Can I sit in the blue chair? I don't wanna sit in the red chair. Hey, did you know that the color red is supposed to make you hungry? That's why they put it in restaurants. They also-"
"Billy shut the hell up! God I sound like a broken record!"
Okay future people. I am going to turn this thing off until Trey gets here. You've met everyone by now. You probably think we are some pretty weird ass people. Well, eat a nut...that's how we are, so deal with it. ::click::

::click::Okay everyone, Trey has just pulled in the driveway. He should be coming in soon.
"I AM GONNA KILL MY BOSS!"
Okay, it sounds like Trey isn't in the best of moods. He has a pretty short fuse, I'll see what's going on. "Yo Trey, what's up? Glad you could make it"
"Why the hell am I here anyway?"
"We are doing that recording thing for the time capsule...remember that thing we were talking about last weekend? I got that digital recorder thing, and we were gonna talk about ourselves mostly"
"Fine, give it here. GIVE IT HERE! Hi, I'm Trey Anastasio. I'm Italian. I am gonna kill my boss. He always blames me for stuff that's not my fault. It's god damn Andy's fault. He's such a screw up! But I always get blamed for his fuckin incompetence. Ummm...what else. I dunno...Josh! What do you want me to say? I can't think of anything! Oh I know! I like to play with fire. Fire is fun! Ants are fun to set on fire."
"Okay, I think this is good enough guys. I'm gonna go bury this thing now."::click::

Chapter 20 Something "The Burying...of what? or whom?"

"Guys! Come help me dig!"
"Hey Josh, can I help?"
"Yes Billy...go grab a shovel and shovel the dirt that the guys shovel onto the ground into the wheel barrow and then dump it over there for now."
"Okay...is over here good?"
"ANYWHERE BUT HERE! Jesus Christ, that kid is such an incomp!"
"Dude, Josh, then why do we hang out with him? Or why do we let him hang out with us?"
"I dunno...I guess I feel sorry for him or something. I mean he's got no life...Trey!"
"What?! I'm tired!"
"Trey, get over here and stop setting the ants on fire in your little dead grass pit!"
"But it's fun!"
"Get over here! We gotta get this thing about four feet deep"
"Four feet deep?! Holy shit! That's gonna take forever! Christ, Josh! How'd you talk us into this shitty thing in the first place"
"You're the one who suggested it when you were high, Trey."
"Damn it!"
"Get digging!"
"Yo, Josh, what's that black stuff? Man! That stuff wreaks! Ugh! What is that?"
"Dude, Mike, It's crude oil! We struck oil!"
"What? I couldn't hear you when I was dumping dirt! Did you say somone had a Potluck with foil? I ate foil once. It was on the bottom of a pizza and it stuck there, I didn't know it was there until my second piece. I didn't even taste it. But I wouldn't wanna eat just aluminum foil at a potluck."
"No, Billy you dumbass...we struck oil!"
"You shouldn't be striking oil! That's flammable man!"
"There's no lightning dumbass...I mean we found oil in the ground!"
"Who put it there?"
"NO ONE! It's natural"
"Oh"
"Hey, Billy, did you say flammable?"
"Yeah, Trey, I did...It's very flammable! One time, on the news, I heard about this guy who put oil all over the roof of a house and set it on fire on halloween. It was pretty cool."
"Billy, don't tell him that! You know how Trey is with fire!"
"What's he gonna--ooohhhh!"
"Yooo!!! I'm gonna get some of that oil stuff and put it on the sidewalk. Then I'll get some ants from that ant colony I found over by your house. It'll be like burning pop rocks!!"
"No! Trey, don't! Oil burns forever. You can't put it out with water either!"
"I won't do that much"
"No, You can't do it"
"Ugh, fine"
"Hey guys, I'm gonna head in for lunch. I'm beat...you coming Trey?"
"Huh? Uh, no...I'm...gonna...I'm gonna help Billy finish up with the dirt."
"H-hey! Did someone say my name?!"
"Okay, come in when you are done"
"Yeah, okay Josh, I'll be in then...Hey Billy, empty out that wheel barrow and bring it over here"
"Thanks, Trey, I was starting to get a little tired. What do you want? Did I hear you say my name?"
"Yeah Billy, you did. Listen, help me get some of this oil stuff into the wheel barrow. I'm gonna show you something really cool."
"Okay, we can use these shovels to get some of it in. What are you going to do with it?"
"I just got this idea...I'm gonna write my name on the street with the oil. Then I'm gonna light it on fire. It's gonna look really cool. It shouldn't burn that long. I mean, hairspray doesn't burn that long."
"Okay, let's do it!...Man, th-this stuff smells!"
"Alright, that's enough. Now lets bring it out to the street and we'll write my name."
"Okay, lets go...T.....R.....E...."
"And a Y...and now for the finishing touches!" **snap, fishhhh, FWOOOMMM!!!**
"Hey Trey, this is really neat! Hey, we've got some oil left, you wanna use it f-for underlining your name?"
"Yeah that's a good idea...go run and get the last bit."
"Okay.........here I come! Here co--whoops!"
"BILLY!!!!!!!"
"I tripped..."
"Billy, tripping is the least of your problems right now. When you tripped, you sent the oil flying into the field across the street. And just your dumb, fuckin luck, the field is dry! Holy shit! It's spreading fast! Oh man oh god oh crap oh no!"
"My knee hurts."
"Forget about your knee! The field's on fire!"
"We'd better go get the other guys and have them help us put this out."
"Billy, you dumbshit! You can't put this out! I'm getting out of here. Where can I go? The closest house is David Wells' house!"
"Hey, David, he's funny! Let's go to his house! We like to play Sonic The Hedgehog on his Sega. You know Sega wasn't the first to have a 16 bit system? It was Turbo Grafix 16. But a lot of people forgot about that cuz it fizzled out. It was probably made by Atari. Atari has never made anything good that got popular. Sonic is Fun"
"Shut up! Let's go!"

Chapter Apendix Prologue Preface MCMXXXIII - "Discovery"

"Josh, do you smell that? That's some pretty rank manure!"
"That's not manure, that's probably the guy across the street burning his leaves."
"What the fu--HOLY SHIT!!!!!"
"What? What is it Page?"
"You guys! Hurry your asses over here! Look at this! The street and the field are on fire!"
"OH SHIT!!! God damn it Trey. Where the hell is he?"
"He said that he was going to help Billy finish up with the dirt."
"I'm gonna go outside and beat his ass. Mike, Page...umm...do...something. Call the fire department!"
"Yeah, ok...9-1-1....Yeah...uh, my street is on fire...yes ma'am, my street...no ma'am, this is not a prank call...my street and the field are on fire....no, it isn't...i don't know how it started....i was eating lunch and smelled something....uh huh....ok...no, for the last time, this is for real....yes, my street....YES! 1872 Ridgestone Lane, Winterfield. Yeah...ok...bye."
"Guys, he's not out there, neither is Billy. I'm not coming inside though, I got some oil on my shoe. I got most of it off, but there is still some that soaked into the suede. I'm gonna go across the street and see if the guys are somewhere where the fire isn't. Did you guys get ahold of the fire dept?"
"Yeah, they should be here soon, hear em?"
"Yeah. Be right back...Billy!...Trey!...Where the hell are you?.........AAAAHHHHH!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! MY SHOE!! MY SHOE'S ON FIRE!!! HELP!!"
"Oh my GOD! Mike, come over here....Josh! Josh, take your shoe off! You'll have to let it burn, you can't put out an oil fire!"
"Ow ow ow!! Some of my shoe melted to my foot, Page."
"Okay, here...get on my shoulders. We'll stick your foot in the bathtub and see if we can get some off. You didn't happen to see Billy or Trey, did you?"
"I don't know...I saw two guys who looked like them way down the street."
"They might've gone to David's house. Billy is good friends with him."
"Josh! Oh my god!"
"Rhea?!?! What're you doing here? How'd you find out about this?"
"I heard it on my dad's scanner...holy shit, are you okay? How'd that happen? We're you playing in the fire or something?"
"No, I went outside to look for Billy and Trey. I have a feeling they set this on fire. Anyway, I was outside and i slipped on some oil that wasn't burning and my foot got near the flames and all of a sudden there was just this ball of fire on my shoe. It's gone now...burned to nothing. Some of the shoe melted to my foot, so I'm soaking it in the tub."
"Hey Rhea, would you mind staying here with Josh while I go out and see what Mike is doing?"
"Yeah, sure Page. Jesus, Josh. Why don't you watch where you are going?!"
"Hey, oil's black, so is the road. I was also pissed off, looking for those two dumbasses. God, I told him not to set that oil on fire."
"Wait, oil, how did he get his hands on oil?"
"Oh, we were digging a hole in my backyard to bury my digital recorder for a time capsule, and we struck oil. Kinda like the Beverly Hillbillies."
"What did you do with the recorder? What'd you use it for?"
"It's sitting in my back pocket. Me, Mike, Page, Billy, and Trey recorded our voices and we talked about things about today and then people like 50 or 100 years will dig it up and laugh at the "primitive" stuff that we have."
"Lemme see it...how come I didn't get to record anything?"
"You weren't here!"
"You never told me about it. But, sure, you tell the other guys. How could you not say anything to me about it? I'm your girlfriend! God, sometimes you are so dense."
"Hey!"
"Okay okay, I'm sorry Josh...come here...closer...******...Do you feel any better?"
"A little, but my foot hurts, not my lips."
*Splash* "Shut up. Here, let me see it. I wanna say something"
"Ok, here ya go...just be careful with it. Just press that little red button to record."
"Here goes *click*...is it reco-oh ok- uh...Hi, this is Rhea. I am Josh's beeeautiful girlfriend. Um...what else should I say? Oh I don't know, in the whole course of attempting to bury this thing, oil has been struck and a friend set a field on fire. Quite eventful! *click* Ok I'm done. Was that enough?"
"Uh, yeah. Good enough. Hey, could you do me a favor and go outside and see what Mike and Page are up to?"
"Sure.....Yo Mike! Where's Page?"
"Oh, he went up the street to see if he could find Trey and Billy. Jesus Christ, why the hell did he do this? What the hell was he thinking?"
"Well, Billy, probably nothing...I don't know about Trey, he's just a stupid pyro"
"Yeah...God, the police were here and they started questioning me on what happened. So, I explained the whole thing. The guy was looking at me like I was some kinda nut or something. But I told him everything. Well, all I know. I have no idea why they decided to set oil on fire, and on the STREET no less!"
"Yeah, those guys can be some pretty dumb fucks sometimes. Oh well, at least my boyfriend isn't that dumb...uh, well he didn't set the fire. But he did step in the fire. Oh jeez. He's just as messed up as the rest of them."
"Hey, here comes Mike. Looks like he found them. MIKE!!! Hurry up!" "God, Trey! The hell's wrong with you? Why the hell would you go and burn oil?! And why would you burn it in the street??!! God, sometimes you are so dumb!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"And what do you have to say for yourself, Billy?"
"....ow...."
"What?"
"Mike hit me."
"You deserve it, you Forrest Gumpish FREAK! Why the hell did you guys set it on fire?" "And how did it get into the field?"
"I tripped."
"How, did you trip? And how does the fire spread by tripping?"
"I was running with some more oil for Trey cuz he wanted to underline his name. Then I tripped over the curb and the oil went flying into the field and caught on fire in the air."
"And Trey, why did you ask Billy to help you? You know he's not very competent!"
"Hey!"
"Shut up, dumbass!"
"I'll go stand over here now."
"So, why'd you get Billy to be your accomplice?"
"Cuz I knew he would do what I told him to do with no questions asked!"
"I oughta beat the shit outta you."
"�Scuse me gentleman. Do you know who's responsible for this fire?"
"It was that kid right there, Trey Anastasio."
"BILLY!!! I hate you!"
" *click, click*You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. In the event that you are unable to afford an attorney, the state of Texas will issue an attorney to you. You four will have to come down to the station with me as well for questioning. For your information, this type of arson is a Class C arson. It is a felony. Punishable between 6 months and 3 years." (To be continued)

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