Tasia shifted her overnight bag to her other shoulder and rang Brenna's doorbell. When Brenna opened the door, whey grinned at each other. They spontanously burst into a chorus of: WE'RE GOING TO SEE U2! WE'RE GOING TO SEE U2! WE'RE GOING TO SEE U2! WE'RE GOING TO SEE U2! Then they giggled like schoolgirls (which, in fact, they are) and ran into Brenna's room. Upstairs, Brenna's dad turned to Brenna's mom and said, "This is going to be a long trip." *****Persona Productions and ScoutWerks are proud to present***** *****North American Scouts vol 1, ep. 11***** Weirdness in Concert or How Not to Meet U2 part 1 "Getting There is Half the Battle" by Sailor Quicksilver (hyperchild@mailexcite.com) ***** As they climbed into the backseat of the car, Brenna leaned forward between the front seats and stuck _The Joshua Tree_ into the CD player. She looked at Tasia and excited laughter echoed through the car as the music came on. "Man, you guys are hyper. Move over." Brenna's little brother climbed into the backseat with them. "Well, we're _only_ going to see the best band of all time live. Now shut up, the lyrics are starting." In perfect sychronization with each other and the CD, Brenna and Tasia began belting out the words to 'Where the Streets Have No Name'. ***** Nearly an hour later, as the last notes of the album died in the speakers, Tasia coughed and declared "Water Break!" She pulled two surprisingly cold bottles of spring water from her bookbag. "Yeah, if you guys put in another album, I'll break something..." Brenna turned to her brother, "Did you SAY something?" "Just that I wish you'd shut up with the yodeling." "Yodeling!? Why you little --" "Brenna!" Her mom interupted from the front seat. "That's enough." "But --" "We're stopping for dinner anyway," her father added. "Your brother will get his break and you can sing when we get back in the car okay?" "Okay" everyone in the backseat sighed. The car pulled into a small, normal-looking diner off the highway. Tasia quickly noticed, however, that something was wrong. "What a weird menu. Hamburger with salmon cakes. Spaghetti with salmon cakes. Pancakes with salmon cakes." "That's funny," Brenna's dad added. "Last time I was in here they had a salad bar. Now they have a salmon bar." "A what?" Tasia sat down with a sigh. "Great. And I'm allergic to seafood." Just then the waiter reappeared to take their order. Tasia asked, "Do you have anything _without_ salmon in it?" "No." "Nothing?" "Everything has salmon. It's the chef's specialty." "Oh. Can I just have bread?" "Salmon bread." "Salmon BREAD?!" Tasia turned to Brenna's father. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to run to that McDonalds across the street." He nodded and Tasia and Brenna stood up to leave. "Wait!" All eyes turned to the waiter. "You cannot leave! It would hurt the chef's feelings." "I am _allergic_ to salmon, you idiot. If I eat it I will get really sick and I am not going to miss the biggest night of my life to this point to avoid hurting the chef's feelings!" Tasia was mad and letting it show. The chef appeared from the kitchen door. "Who will hurt zee feelings of zee chef?" he asked in a really bad French accent. "H-her, sir," the waiter broke into a cold sweat, "she said she won't have any salmon." "Qua? Tu must have zee salmon, madamoiselle! It ees my speciality!" "I'm allergic." "Just try un petit morsel." "I'll get sick." "Eat zee fish." "No." Brenna's family stood up. "Maybe we should all eat at McDonald's," her father added. "NON!" screamed zee, I mean, the cook as he threw a table which conveniently knocked the three supporting characters unconscious. "Thank you," Tasia said sacastically. "Nova Celestial Power, Make Up!" Some really expensive special effects later, Sailor Nova stood like a godess, a breeze gently ruffling her skirt, her short hair perfectly styled, and -- "*Ahem!*" What? "Can I just kick their asses?" Fine. Sailor Nova kicked their asses. "I suppose you're too bitter to give me a decent fight scene." "Do I even get to transform?" NO!"NO!" "Oh, nice. Who provided transport here? Me. Who's providing transport the rest of the way? Me. Whose house do you plan to sleep at tonight? Mine." "Good point. You can have the waiter." "Thank you," Brenna said, not at all sarcastically. "Aurora Celestial Power, Make Up!" Sailor Nova kicked the chef's ass. Sailor Aurora kicked the waiter's ass. Is everybody happy now? "Yup." "Fulfilled." Okay then, Sailor Aurora and Sailor Nova detransformed just as Brenna's family woke up. "What happened?" "Gosh, Dad, when you guys got knocked unconscious they must have thought you were dead and fainted with fear." "Oh. Okay, who's up for drive through?" ***** WILL THE CHEF RETURN FOR REVENGE? SALMON BAR? WHAT THE HELL WAS THE AUTHOR THINKING WHEN SHE WROTE THAT SCENE? I'll never tell. ;) SO, WILL THEY ACTUALLY GET TO THE CONCERT? WILL CHAOS ENSUE? DO I HAVE TO ASK? NEXT TIME ON: THE NORTH AMERICAN SCOUT (all the strangeness of the FSC with none of the plot!) ***** A Scene from Weirdness in Concert, part 2: "I've got an idea." "oh, no" "Be fair. You haven't even heard it yet." "Does it involve us sneaking backstage to see what's taking so long?" "Umm...yes" "oh, no" "Lighten up, Brenna. Come on, humor me. One last stupid plan before I leave." "I know I'm going to regret this..." "Yay! Okay, what we do is..." ***-- "It's a stupid plan, not a secret plan." It's for suspense. "Oh, then, do it if you want." *** *** *** Author's Note: Yes, I know it's been awhile. Yes, I think it is the water. Thanks to the Joel Furr FAQ for putting the salmon cakes idea in my head. Disclaimer & Copyright Notice: The concepts of Sailor Moon and the Sailor Scouts belong to Naoko Takeuchi. Please don't sue me. I have no money. This story, Tasia, Sailor Nova, Brenna, Sailor Aurora, and Brenna's family are (c) 1997 by me. 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