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Why Can't I Resist a Challenge?
Jul. 21st, 2004 09:14 amThis was written for the Hump Day Challenge over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bagfulloftricks. Which is a very cool place if you haven't been there.
A few weeks ago, my husband and I went to a Barenaked Ladies concert. On a side note, even if you are just a casual fan and you have a chance to see them live GO. They are amazing in concert. Seeing them live turned my husband from thinking they were some weird band my wife likes to be a huge fan. Seriously, two years ago we saw them twice in one week and would have done it this year if it wasn't so hard to get babysitters. Anyway, back to the part that's relevant to the fic. First we sat through the worst opening act in history. Worse than the scary band who screamed unintelligible things and may or may not have been skinheads and their twelve equally frightening fans. Worse than the untalented chick who decided to compensate by wearing odd bondage like 80's lingerie and strutting around the stage despite the fact that she was opening for Erasure which meant including my husband their may have been seven straight men in the audience. We get this woman who does that singing/talking/shouting thing while banging aimlessly on a keyboard. I think she was supposed to be edgy and political, but she just sucked. This year the Barenaked Ladies are co-headlining with Alanis Morissette. At our concert she performed first. We are not fans so despite the fact that I think she did a wonderful job, we were quite bored. Towards the end of her set, she sang "Everything" which I think was her new single, and when she got to the chorus all I could that is that is was so Brian and Justin. So I spent the rest of the time until the Barenaked Ladies came on mentally writing fic. It never would have seen the light of day except this challenge came along, and it was the last idea stuck in my head.
Summary: Post 410 ficlet
Spoilers: References to anything up to 410
Warnings: None
Thank you to my wonderful bete philiflam for doing this on short notice!
( You're Still Here )
Happy Birthday![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
burnt_smore!!!!!!!
bagfulloftricks. Which is a very cool place if you haven't been there.A few weeks ago, my husband and I went to a Barenaked Ladies concert. On a side note, even if you are just a casual fan and you have a chance to see them live GO. They are amazing in concert. Seeing them live turned my husband from thinking they were some weird band my wife likes to be a huge fan. Seriously, two years ago we saw them twice in one week and would have done it this year if it wasn't so hard to get babysitters. Anyway, back to the part that's relevant to the fic. First we sat through the worst opening act in history. Worse than the scary band who screamed unintelligible things and may or may not have been skinheads and their twelve equally frightening fans. Worse than the untalented chick who decided to compensate by wearing odd bondage like 80's lingerie and strutting around the stage despite the fact that she was opening for Erasure which meant including my husband their may have been seven straight men in the audience. We get this woman who does that singing/talking/shouting thing while banging aimlessly on a keyboard. I think she was supposed to be edgy and political, but she just sucked. This year the Barenaked Ladies are co-headlining with Alanis Morissette. At our concert she performed first. We are not fans so despite the fact that I think she did a wonderful job, we were quite bored. Towards the end of her set, she sang "Everything" which I think was her new single, and when she got to the chorus all I could that is that is was so Brian and Justin. So I spent the rest of the time until the Barenaked Ladies came on mentally writing fic. It never would have seen the light of day except this challenge came along, and it was the last idea stuck in my head.
Summary: Post 410 ficlet
Spoilers: References to anything up to 410
Warnings: None
Thank you to my wonderful bete philiflam for doing this on short notice!
( You're Still Here )
Happy Birthday
burnt_smore!!!!!!!
