Quinn’s Code - Alternapalooza Part 1
Installment 8: Alternapalooza
Friday, February 2, 2006
Lawndale, MD
Daria Morgendorffer approached her friend, Jane Lane's house. She noticed her other friend' Jennifer Burns' Beetle in the driveway alongside Jane's brother's car... 'I see that she got here first,' she thought.
Jennifer Burns was watching Jane's TV. “Can monkeys surf the net... And corrupt our kids? Chimpanzee chat rooms, next on Sick Sad World.”
She noticed Jane holding something to her head. “I surrender, Jane.”
“A little respect for the Stickmata 5000. Finest gluegun on the market,” Jane said. She lightly petted the device before going back to her project.
“I thought it was a sci-fi prop,”
“No, thanks. Reality is bizzare enough for me,” Jane said as she glued an object onto a sculpture. “Why do I get so much fun out of this?” she asked herself.
“Past life as a barnacle?” Daria asked at the door.
“Could be,” Jane said. “Welcome, Daria.” Jane was about to say more, but was interuppted by a tremendous sound of jarring rock music. The room vibrated heavily and her sculture fell into many small pieces.
“I suppose they couldn't practice elsewhere,” Jennifer murmured, her voice barely audible above the noise.
Jane sat up from the pile that had been her scultpure. “Come on, let's go complain about the noise, hmm?”
“I don't find it a problem,” Daria said.
Jennifer got up. “Neither do I.”
“I think Mystik Spiral might have a couple of openings for fly girls,” Jane said, more to Daria than to Jennifer.
“I think we might have an opening for a new friend,” Daria shot back.
“Come on, Daria,” Jennifer said as she left the room.
“Sure,” Daria said.
They were soon down in the Lane's basement...
Daria saw the second guitarist first. He was wearing a vest, without a shirt, and black pants. He also had shoulder length hair. “Who's that?” she asked.
“Jesse Moreno,” Jennifer answered.
“He plays rhythm in the band,” Jane explained.
“Doesn't sound that rhythmic,” Daria countered. 'It's rather discordant. It probably causes cardiac arrhythmia in small animals,' she thought.
“They try,” Jane said with a shrug.
Jennifer said something that was drowned out by the music. Daria thought it was something like 'They certainly do.'
“You're an angel in black.
You sure have a knack
For putting my heart on a shelf in the back
I'm waiting my turn
Oh, when will I learn?
My poor heart, you're giving it freezer burn. Yeah...”
“Yo, Trent!” Jane called out. “You wanna turn it down a bit?”
“Are you kidding?” Trent asked. “Hey, Daria.”
Daria was mesmerised as her heart beat faster (without any arrhythmia). 'Must speak. Must speak!' “Hey.”
“Whadda ya think of the song?”
.It has a beat and you can dance to it, if you have no shame.' Daria thought. She couldn't say more than; “Cool.”
“It's called Icebox Woman,” Trent explained.
“You guys oughta come to the next Mystik Spiral gig. We'll put you on the list,” Jesse said. “He turned to Trent. We doing a show this weekend?”
“Nah, we're going to Alternapalooza this weekend,” Trent replied.
“You're going to Alternapalooza?” Jane asked.
“Where's that?” Jennifer asked.
“Yeah. It's way out in Swedesville,” Jesse answered.
'Where's that?' Daria thought. She knew of most places within Lawndale and Carter counties. 'It must be farther away,' she decided.
“You think your car will make it?” Jane asked Trent.
“We're borrowing our drummer's van, the Tank. It's indestructible,” Jesse said.
“Yeah, but you know, Jess, it eats gas. I don't know what we're going to do for gas money,” Trent pointed out.
“I could probably scrounge some up, if you let us come along. We'd enjoy that, wouldn't we, Jen? Daria? “
“Yes,” Jennifer said.
“Okay, cool, we're there. If you can stand being cooped up in a van with Jesse and me for four hours,” Trent said.
'Pass me a guitar string so that I might silence my friend,' Daria thought. She couldn't say anything more than “Uh-huh.”
“Come on. It'll be fun,” Jane said.
Trent and Jesse weren't the only ones in Lawndale planning to go to Alternapalooza. The Fashion Club, Sandi Griffin, Tori Jericho, Stacy Rowe and Tiffany Blum-Deckler were also planning to go. They were in Cashmans, shopping for alternative fashions.
“Friends don't let short-waisted friends wear hip-huggers,” Sandi said.
“I hate these big plastic things. They're so ugly!” Stacy said as she held up a dress. It wasn't ugly, but it wasn't exactly pretty either.
“I wouldn't take anything that cheap if I were to steal something,” Tori said.
“Tor-ri, Cheap is in this season.”
“If you want it, get it, Stacy.”
“Sure.”
“Why are we going to Alternapalooza? Ugh. Isn't that for girls who don't shave?” Tiffany asked, her voice showing some disgust.
“As members of the Fashion Club, we have to keep up with the latest trends in music and clothes,” Sandi explained.
“So we can show everyone that popular kids can be more alternative than geeks,” Tori said. She glanced at Sandi. “More so than that Quinn can manage.”
“I hope so!” Sandi said with a stern expression.
Tiffany held up an outfit. “Is this alternative?”
“If you tuck the top in, no. If you let it hang out, yes.”
Tori held up a clunky shoe. “Would I have to wear this?” she asked.
“If you wear it, the rest of you will look cuter by comparison,” Sandi said. She added in a muttering tone;. “and you'll show up that Morgendorffer...”
'Of course she wants me to do that.' Tori thought “Maybe I'll shave my head!” she joked.
“You crack me up, Tori,” Tiffany said.
“Maybe if Quinn gets it in to her head to shave hers...” Sandi pondered.
“Nah...” Tori said as follow up to her joke. She turned to Sandi. “I doubt she would.”
“Maybe,” Sandi said.
'She wouldn't look as cute,' Stacy thought.
Daria's sister, Quinn and her friend Kristen Bell were at their friend, Cindy Brolsma's house for the afternoon.
Cindy turned from her computer where she had been reading a game strategy site. “Would you like to come to Alternapalooza this weekend?” she asked.
Quinn looked up from her DS. “I've heard of that. Some kind of alternative music festival?” she asked.
“Yes,” Kristen said. “It's quite cool. I went there last year,” she clarified.
“So you're coming?” Cindy asked.
“Of course,” Kristen replied. “I wouldn't miss it for anything.”
Quinn looked at her two good friends, smiled and said “I'll come too. I'd like to escape Lawndale once in a while.” She then thought. 'We've been here for four months without a holiday, and the only time I have left the town was to go to the Mall of the Millenium.'
“Excellent,” Cindy said.
“Of course, we'll need to wear alternative clothes,” Kristen said. 'We wouldn't stick out so much,' she thought. Of course her usual clothes were alternative to begin with, but still...
“That's no problem,” Quinn said.
“That's OK,” Cindy said.
“Temporary Tattoos, yes or no?” Quinn asked after a moment.
“I'd say not,” Cindy said worrying about the image that would project. “No need to be that alternative.”
“I'd say a little risk is alright. Yes,” Kristen said.
“Only if it's henna colored,” Cindy said.
“Sure,” Kristen said with a smirk.
“I know where I saw some in Cashmans,” Quinn said. “We could go there before dinner time,” she decided.
“There are a few other stores where they're available,” Kristen said.
“We'll try Cashmans first,” Cindy decided.
Kristen just nodded.
Later that night, after both Quinn and Daria arrived home, dinner was ready... Helen Morgendorffer, their Mom, noticed one of Quinn's fake tattoos. “Quinn! What is that thing on your arm?”
“Don't worry, Mom. It's fake.”
“So you got a tattoo to match your personality?” Daria asked.
Quinn glared at Daria. “I'm going to Alternapalooza this weekend. Kristen and Cindy are also going.”
“And if some guy named Pigpen asks you to be his old lady, hell, you'll be ready,” Daria commented.
“What?” Quinn asked.
“What? No daughter of mine is going to mutilate her body for the sake of some fad!” her father, Jake, declared.
“Da-ad! Don't you remember. I told Mom that it's fake!”
“Oh, yeah,” Jake said as he remembered.
Quinn was then curious about something. “Hey, Mom, did you go to any festivals back in the seventies?”
“Oh, sure. I did my share of partying.”
Daria was sure of something else in their past. “You mean you experimented with...”
Helen didn't want to talk about that at that time. “No! Your father went to one of the most famous tours of the decade.”
“Which tour? There were many famous tours,” Quinn said.
“I dropped in on 'The Rolling Stones Tour of the Americas '75' over in San Francisco...” Jake said as he started to reminisce...
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