the mysterious vanishing


Honesty is definitely one of the better policies. If Brad wants to know the truth, then you need to tell him how bad he really is.

“Well Brad… to be honest, the sound of your voice makes my teeth hurt. I don’t think you should pursue a career in music, at least not as a musician. Maybe you could write a blog about how bad a musician you are?”

Brad holds back the tears and retrieves a strange looking device from his backpack. “I’m not really Brad Donavan. I’m a time-traveler from the future. I used to read about the ‘GOTH-HOP’ music scene with great envy. I traveled back to re-write history and become even bigger than Digital Dracula himself. Turns out that I don’t have the chops.”

He vanishes before your eyes.

The End!


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