By Viridian5

RATING: PG-13 (for language)
SUMMARY: Joe gets another brilliant idea.
FEEDBACK: can be sent to Viridian5@aol.com.
DISCLAIMERS: The band members in Hard Core Logo belong to Ed Festus, much as they might wish otherwise. Terminal City Pictures, Shadow Shows, Michael Turner, Bruce McDonald, and Noel S. Baker also have a marker on these folks. (My, but the Hard Cores’ asses are owned by many, many people.) Needless to say, I am none of the above. No infringement intended, and Ed Festus makes all the money off anything the Hard Cores are involved with anyway, not them and me.
NOTES: Inspired by the opening act to the July 6, 2002 Concrete Blonde show.
My 300th fanfic.


By Viridian5

"I have a brilliant idea, Billiam."

Billy got a wise-ass smile and leaned forward over the table between them. "This I have to hear."

Joe leaned forward too. "I always have brilliant ideas. Every single one of them is brilliant."


"You’re jealous of my brilliant ideas." As always.

"You are so fucked up right now."

"We’ll open our shows with a mime."

Billy always looked so damned cute when you shocked him, his mouth and eyes opening wider. That was why Joe tried to do it as often as possible. "A... mime?" Billy asked, then put his cigarette back in his mouth.

"Yeah! The ultimate punk rock ‘fuck you.’ Crowd comes in for some sound and fury and gets some freak in whiteface silently walking against the wind and trying to get out of a box that isn’t there."

"The crowd would give the act all the noise it needed."

"Fuck, yeah."

"You’d need a suicidal mime."

"Billiam, you’re brilliant. That’s why I bother to keep you around."

Billy snorted out a plume of smoke. "Fuck you."

"Maybe we can get John to do it."

"Maybe we can get John to fuck you, dickwad?"

Joe never got tired of playing with Billy. Couldn’t happen. "You’re doing that sideways thing with your mouth again. You know you love me."


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