Revolution
Hello people, this is my first fic, so I would oblige reviews that critique my horrible work. Just please, don't be too harsh.
Mini Prologue
The early morning fog of Zoness gave the impression that the planet could actually be haunted. Yet once the fog cleared, its many rundown shacks and polluted waters gave the impression that it was another sea port town going through harsh times. Indeed, the planet did face it's harsh times. Crime rates were high, students were not being taught well, teenagers were able to sneak into bars, and the undersea drilling poisoned the once vast, beautiful ocean. Most people in the rest of the Lylat thought Zoness was just going to tear itself apart, and the once respectable human race would just die off.
Nobody could ever imagine how Zoness would actually meet its fate.
Chapter 1-
An electronic chirp disrupted the peaceful silence that fell around a young man's bedroom. He turned from under his bed covers and scorned at the buzzing clock. He shoved his face in his pillow and brought the covers over his head, lazily trying to dispel the sound without shutting it off. He groaned as he slammed his fist on the sleep mode switch and rolled out of his comfortable abode.
Sitting on the edge his small sized bed, he rubbed his eyes and scanned the grey wallpapered room. Shelves of old books, a tipped over school bag, and clothes were scattered across the floor. Two guitars lay in the corner; one cheap looking acoustic in horrid shape and a handcrafted electric hooked up to a cheap fifteen watt amplifier. The young man rummaged his fingers through his thick head of dark brown hair, grunting in disgust at the raining flakes of dandruff showering on to his lap.
Well that's pleasant.
He got up from his bed and stretched out his thin body; yawning and scowling in discontent for being awoken abruptly. He exited his room and entered the bathroom down the hall of the second floor. He brushed his teeth and showered, returning back to his room to change. He slipped on a grey t-shirt and slightly loose fitting jeans and lazily combed his hair. Actually, all he did was use his fingers to straighten his lengthy hair out, which in the end still made his hair messy. He slipped on a pair of ancient "Chuck Taylor" shoes; footwear considered a relic brought in from a different galaxy. The young man did not believe that a simple pair shoes could have such history, but personally didn't care. He thought the shoes were comfortable, so he could care less if it really was a connection to a different galaxy.
He jogged down his steps and entered the kitchen, noticing that his house was, unsurprising to him, empty. He sighed as he flicked a little radio on. A bluesy rock song burst in the speaker, causing the young man, who was particularly fond of blues, to tap his feet. He opened his fridge and fished out a carton of milk, which he then used to drench a bowl of oat cereal. He sat down at his kitchen table, feeling like he was some sort of god or king just for listening to music and eating a bowl of tasteless cereal.
He closed his eyes and soaked in the moment, before a vibration in his pocket disrupted another moment of bliss. He cursed under his breath as he checked the text message marked "Jeff".
Matt, wake the hell up. I booked us a show for 8:30 at the usual place, come up here ASAP.
Matthew let out a loud growling noise after shutting down his phone. He had already known about the show, which is why he woke up so damn early in the first place. He reopened, deciding to reply after all.
ALREADY KNOW, DICKHEAD. DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME EVERY 3 FRIGGIN HOURS.
Matthew scrolled through his recent messages, noticing how Jeff texted him three times overnight about the show. The phone vibrated again and Matthew opened the reply.
Whoa, settle down sparky. Anyway, you know that lass you like? The flat brunette with the dark lipstick? She's here.
Matthew closed the phone. He didn't want to feel juvenile and freak out that a girl he fancied would be in the crowd, but he couldn't help it. He leaned his head back against the wall and cursed his luck.
This is going to be a great friggin' day.
Matthew sighed and ran upstairs to his room. He quickly collected his electric guitar and packed it in its case. He returned downstairs and grabbed his coat, racing out the door without putting it on. He ran down his street, the freezing cold weather not slowing him down. A bus pulled in from around the corner, and he was barely able to get there in enough time for the driver to open his door.
The bus dropped him off shortly after in front of a crummy café named 'The pit.'
Sounds more like a bar name. That must be great for marketing.
Matthew entered the café noticed that it had been cleaned up quite significantly since he last performed there. The hardwood floors were shined, the tables seemed clean and there were actually a good amount of patrons that came to support the band. Matthew scanned the crowd, looked for the girl described by Jeff.
He found her, but when he did, his heart sank. She was at a table with another guy, and they were practically all over each other. Matthew rolled his eyes and walked up to the stage, where the other three members of the band were prepping.
"There you are," a sarcastic looking teen his age walked towards him, his hair was treated heavily with gel. Jeff had always been known to imitate every new or trending rock star look.
"Yeah, you going to remind me again?" Matthew replied slyly, his scuose filtered voice shaky from the cold.
"Well don't just stand there," Jeff snapped, pulling his guitar strap over his head. "We go on in five."
Matthew walked over to the drum set, where the drummer, Chris was prepping.
"You ever going to show up on time for a gig, Matt?" Chris said while playing a slow bluesy beat.
Matthew unpacked his guitar and plugged It into the café's crummy amplifier. "Who said I was late? The show starts in a few minutes."
Matthew pulled his guitar over his head and stared back down at the brunette girl he had spent three years of his high school life drooling over.
Seems like her boyfriends drooling all over her, quite literally, He thought. At this time, she was embraced with the guy she was with, and the guy basically attacked her with slobbery kisses. Matthew puzzled himself, either he was aiming too high to get the girl, or he was aiming for the lowest of the low.
"Nawww..." Jeff put his arm and Matthew's shoulder and shook his head. "If that isn't the most precious thing I've seen. He's practically raping her now. That is NOT a natural way to caress."
Matthew pushed Jeff away and sighed. "I'm starting to realize I might not have been chasing the right girl. I really need to rethink my standards."
Jeff chuckled and shook his head. "Hell, who needs standards? Just go for anybody that gives you the slightest bit of interest."
Jeff checked his watch and raised his eyebrows. "Eight-thirty-four. Who's late now, eh?"
Jeff took the microphone stand and tapped his fingers against the mic to create an attention gathering noise. The crowd groaned at the loud noise and fell silent.
"Now that I've garnered all your precious attention, I believe it's time to start the show." A few claps echoed throughout the café.
"Thank you. Now, let us introduce ourselves. To my right, we have our lead guitarist, Matthew Hampton."
A few claps rang out and Matthew nodded his head in thanks.
"Behind me, we got our spaz of a drummer, Chris Tarduci."
Chris played a little drum roll and raised his sticks in the air.
"To my left, we have the polar opposite of what a bassist usual is, Craig Gardner."
The bassist played a funky rift, trying to display the charisma most bassist lack.
"And then you have me, the ringleader of this fantastic bunch of lads. Jeffery Donald Williamson esquire. Rhythm guitarist and overall fantastic personality."
Jeff turned to Matthew and rolled his eyes.
"And we, of course, form Revolution, the band that your children's children will be trying to emulate."
The crowd laughed, as Jeff's voice was getting more and more sarcastic as his speech went on.
"So enough larking about, boasting about how great we are, lets actually get on with the show, shall we?" Jeff shot his left arm to the side, his index finger pointed straight at Craig.
"Count us in Craigy!"
One,two,three FOUR!
Quick little authors note- If you want any kind of idea of how the performance would sound, I suggest you look up on youtube "I saw her standing there live at the BBC". Yeah, I'm a Beatles fan.
The band played a foot stomping rock song with a good beat and bass line. Matthew was given a solo near the halfway mark of the song, which he nailed perfectly. When the song was finished, a few cheers erupted from the crowd. The band gave a mocking bow and began to tune for the next song.
Out of nowhere, a loud explosion was heard and the roof of the cafe was decimated. Matthew ducked from the raining debris and stared at the gap in a mix of fear and confusion. The patrons screamed, jetting out from their seats and escaping the emerald beams of light that started destroy the tables and bar. A laser hit the stage, creating a shock wave that launched the band from the obliterated pile of wood and destroyed instruments.
Matthew landed head first onto the wooden floor below, his consciousness slipping away.
So that's chapter one. Again, this is my first fic, so please review anything I should change.