Stage Night: A Home Movies Fan Episode

Chapter 4: Wilting By The Second

Brendon had only arrived home around 5 pm. The show didn't start until 10:30, giving him plenty of time to get much needed sleep. It was then that he started to feel sick to his stomach, not the anxious kind of sick, but as if he was coming down with the flu, much like Jimmy Monet. "Brendon?" Paula called from the hallway. The mom received no response from her son, leading her to peek into Brendon's room. "Mom....I don't feel too good..." Brendon moaned. "Yeah, you don't look too good, buddy. I'm getting the thermometer." Paula said leaving the room. Brendon pulled out his cell phone and contacted Shannon, explaining the situation and that he might not be able to make it.

"Well. That's a shame, Brendon. I was gonna give you a lot of money." Shannon said. Brendon sighed for a brief second before his foe responded with, "But I'm willing to show at least a shred of empathy and give the money to you anyway. Just call me when you feel any better." Brendon then heard a beep from his window, he went to check and low and behold, there was Shannon. "I'll give you the money when you come back to school!" Shannon shouted from down below. "Y-Yeah thanks. I can't quite talk right now, your presence is making me feel a little queasy..." Brendon said covering his mouth before retreating back to his bed. Shannon simply scoffed before saying "A little rude much?" and walked away. 

Meanwhile, Jimmy Monet was doing worse than he was earlier. "Jimmy? You've been in there for like....10 minutes... Kinda like this one time where I was on my period and all the bathroom stalls were closed, so I had to-" Clarice was then interrupted by Jimmy gagging, leading her to run inside. "I-I need water." Jimmy stuttered. Clarice simply kneeled down next to him and tried to help in any and every way possible. "You should stay home. I know this concert means a lot to you, but you can't just discard your health for something so petty." Clarice said. "You really don't get it, Lil Mama. Duane and I have been at each other's throats for years now. Its always been fun to prove how better I am... But this is all but one minor setback, I can still perform dammit!" Jimmy spoke, in an attempt to snap... But he was just too weak to raise his voice. At this point, there was no reasoning with him. "I'll....I'll get your guitar." Clarice said getting up off the tile flooring. 

Back at the Small residence, Paula checked her son's temperature, he unsurprisingly was running a fever. "Oh yeah, Brendon. You should stay in bed." Paula said placing the thermometer in her pocket. "I'll get some medicine for you. I know that isn't your favorite thing, but please don't fight me this time." Brendon simply cringed at the thought of taking medication, and how bad it tasted. "At this point, I'm too tired to fight..." he sighed before falling asleep. 

MCGuirk and Shannon arrived at the comedy club a couple of hours early to set up. "Turns out Brendon couldn't make it thanks to catching the flu bug that's been going around." Shannon explained. "Aw man. I wanted to have my gorgeous bod filmed live on camera!" MCGuirk groaned. Shannon didn't really say anything, since he believed that MCGuirk's comment was bs. "Look let's just set up and knock this one out of the ball park" MCGuirk said flinging a bag over his shoulder.