Sinister: the end of our fakery

[MyMomSays at xxx.com]

    At approximately 11:30 a.m., February 2, 2002, History was made.  An earthshattering decision took place in the backseat of one Nicole Holder's blue Nissan--oh yes, it's true, the legendary band Daniel Tiger decided to split up.  The sad bit is, it was my idea. I was curled up against the window, my cheek growing hot from the sunshine, balancing a styrofoam box of scrambled eggs in my lap.  Marissa, in the front, fed Nicole bits of pancakes as she drove.  I brought it up tentatively, somewhat as a joke, actually.  I got a positive response.  But the funny part really, is, that Daniel Tiger never existed.
   What happens after the end of our fakery?  The four of us decided on pursuing solo careers--myself recording under the assumed identity of Simone Turner.  We kicked around the idea of forming another band called Swimbuddy.  Then another one called The Corn Horns.  But where's the real ambition?  There only seems to be a real motivation to do something that will only amount to a load of more fakery.  
   Around certain people, I am never serious.  My friends, for one, my fellow fake band mates, I almost never really talk about what I'm thinking or feeling; I'm nearly always cracking jokes or putting on a silly face.  So is this another part of this bizarre friendship where I feel as if I have to constantly be a funnystress? Hmmm.
  
   This post, so far, is a bit self-indulgent.
   But what happens with a fake band becomes real? Do things suddenly seem like they're being showered in fluorescent lighting and nothing really seems as interesting as it used to be?  Certainly, being serious, not being fake, it all seems like a bit too much responsibility, wouldn't you agree? 
   So what is it with this phenomenon of "fake" bands--of fictional bands? Why does this happen? Is it lack of musicianship? Some sort of post-modern mockery? 

   Just as a side note:  Dimitra and Gneissy's posts were lovely. I am sorry I did not tell you both that earlier.  

   Oh, and, if any of you write fiction, e-mail me privately. We must chat.

Toddling off,
Mandee 
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