AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK!
Jane: When you start writing better, we'll stop flaming!
odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws!
Daria: And how much did you pay for those reviews?
FANGS AGEN RAVEN!
Jane: Yeah, fangs for nothing.
oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte.
Daria: Then let them
On the night of the concert
Jane: I felt soo depressed-
Daria: I think the audience is getting sick of the suicide jokes.
I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels.
Jane: *Singing* These boots are made for walkin'
Underneath them were ripped red fishnets.
Quinn: Oh, my God! Ripped fishnets!
Daria: Sorry, the maximum occupancy of this MST is two.
Jane: Buh-bye now.
Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky.
Daria: I should introduce this girl to Quinn.
Jane: Quinn's a prep, remember? Ebony would kill her.
Daria: Is that a bad thing?
I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists.
Jane: Okay, not funny. NOT FUNNY!
I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC.
Jane: Scratch that. Just die already!
I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway.
Daria: God, she's already good for the morgue.
I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
Jane: Awww... No orgy?
Daria: Let's hope not.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car.
Jane: <Ebony> Oh, my God! A porshe! I thought you drove a hearse!
He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too),
Daria: The author of this MST just died on the inside, knowing that he and the writer of this fic liked the same band.
Jane: Is he going to commit suicide too?
baggy black skater pants,
Jane: *singing* He was a skater boy...
black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).
Daria: Just ask the yaoi fangirls.
"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice.
Daria: With an exclamation point?
Jane: Hey, she sounds like-
"Hi Ebony." he said back.
Jane: Showing no emotion like a master!
Daria: Or a boy.
We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666)
Daria: Apparently, the Devil went down to England.
and flew to the place with the concert.
Jane: Flying cars and their goth passengers, next on Sick, Sad World.
On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson.
Daria: Marilyn Manson, the one man guarenteed to cause nightmares.
We both smoked cigarettes and drugs.
Jane: <Hippie> Dude, we got stoned...
Daria: Stoned goths destroying private property...three thousand feet high! Mid-air car wrecks, next on Sick, Sad World.
When we got there, we both hopped out of the car.
Jane: From three thousand feetup?
We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.
Daria: Like good little bunnies.
"You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life." sang Joel
Jane: Hey, sounds like Mystyk Spiral!
(I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song).
Daria: Really? Sounds like you.
"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco,
Jane: <Ebony> And he's much more talented.
pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Daria: And causing our
ears to bleed.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
Jane: I sense a suicide attempt coming up.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music.
Daria: <Draco> You're moshing on my foot!
Then I caught on.
Jane: To the people who suffered through this fic, I hope,
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.
Jane: <Ebony> And I'm totally not wanting to get in your pants!
"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
Daria: <Ebony> Well, you're not Harry Potter...
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
Jane: Of course, Hilary Duff has something called "personality" and "individualism" among other things.
Daria: The author of this MST would also like to point out that Hilary Duff is actually cute, and has kept her nose clean, unlike certain other celebrities.
Jane: Of course, we would never pass those messages along if we didn't believe them ourselves.
Daria: Unless large amounts of money are involved.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time.
Jane: Aren't goths supposed to not feel anything good?
So did Draco.
Daria: Only because the author paid him to do it, unlike the author of this MST.
Jane: Of course, his lawyers would deny it.
After the concert, we drank some beer
Daria: Underage boozers tonight on the eleven oh clock news.
and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them.
Jane: Which happens all the time. They even have a stamp for it.
We got GC concert tees.
Daria: I'd rather have an Evil Dead: The Musical tee.
Jane: Oolong or Jasmine?
Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz,
Jane: Which was still three thousand feet in the air.
but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into... the Forbidden Forest!
Daria: Can we pray for a Lovers Lane style killing?
Jane: I'm just hoping they get eaten by Aragog.