Garage Band 2: Behind the Music

Prologe

  A portly gentleman with snow white skin by the name of Jason McJobs stuffs his duffle bag into the overhead compartment then plops his weight into the stiff seat. Sitting next to him is a teenaged girl with dark skin; her hair is very black and thin. Her physique indicates that she either skips and few meals a day or regurgitates them. She's shuddering and sweating profusely. Beside her is her half-blind grandmother with thick grey hair.As the flight begins to ascend, he stands to retrieve the MacBook laptop he left in his bag.

"Oh, excuse me, please," he stretches his stubby arms over the nervy teen and her grandmother.

"Sir, you need to be seated. The plane is taking off," the passenger across from him warns.

"Mind your freaking business you old coot"

Jason snaps. He continues to reach for his bag,

"Did you hear the pilot's instructions, asshole? You're supposed to be in your seat." Berated by the passenger seated behind him.

  Jason flicks him off. He unzips the bag then uses his hand to dig through the contents of the carrier. His calves are trembling from the strain of standing on the tips of his toes for too long. The plane makes a sudden lurching motion during mid-takeoff. He loses possession of his MacBook. He flops backwards into the gentlemen's lap.

  The nearby passengers gawk with opened mouths and wide eyes as the laptop flips in the air. An iPad, an opened container of pineapples, seven pornographic DVDs and a pair of dirty underwear come tumbling down on the elderly woman's head. Soon after, the empty bag lands in her lap.

"Can someone help my nana? She's old," her granddaughter says. She hesitates to remove the pair of smelly underwear from her grandmother's gray wig.

"Thanks, genius. We would have never figured that one out," Jason responds. "Of course, she's old. She's looks old enough to be the grandmother of the woman who took Wilt Chamberlain's virginity." He chuckles while repositioning himself in the seat. His MacBook is sitting on the floor as flight emergency staff races to their section to aid the elderly women. He swiftly scoops it up before they trample over it.

  After the chaos subsided, the aged woman turns out to be fine with just a minor concussion. Jason is escorted to another seat, because the sweaty teen doesn't feel safe around him.He slowly plants his fat posterior down in his new seat. Just as he was getting comfortable a fellow passenger squeezes his rotund frame by him to get to the window seat.

"That's my foot you're stepping on, you fat smelly bastard," Jason extends his arms, placing his palms on the man's derriere.

"You're not exactly the picture of perfect help yourself, buddy. At least I still have all my hair," He proceeds to take is seat.

  Jason refrains from engaging in further rebuttals. He's almost certain the gentleman, who is almost a foot taller and six shades darker in skin complexion can kick his ass.Instead, Jason powers up his laptop then launches the video recording app. He combs his thin hair back with his fingers, brushes his thick mustache then he begins to speak.

  Hello, ladies and germs. I'm Jason McJobs. I know what you're thinking. 'Gosh, this man is more beautiful than Idris Alba.' Ha-ha, well, maybe I am. Now that you all are finished ogling over my godly-like handsomeness, it's time for me to tell you why I'm here today.

  First and foremost, I am the lead journalist for VhOne. Lately, the network has been dying to reboot our most renowned segment, Behind the Music. For those who are too young to know, we once played music videos. Behind the Music was a documentation series that showcased the history of each episode's selected band. We've decided to elect Young, Forever as our first choice.