PROLOGUE

Shaun is a pain in the arse.

I mean it, he is such a drama queen who ALWAYS needs to get his way.

And he might have happened to have just rubbed his disgusting arse on my recently styled hair.

I mean cmon! It took a whole hour for this! And his stupid butt had to come and ruin it.

Well, his stupid butt attached to his stupid body attached to him in general.

The faggot.

My hair was ruined!

More importantly though, today is our first show in Perth, and we want it to be special.

Me and Bradie do anyway.

Not so sure about Shaun if his recent behaviour is anything to go by.

Partying, crashing, moping, and generally causing havoc.

But he's hella good at singing, so I guess we'll put up with him.

I just wish he would stop acting like a flambouyant homo.

*cough* well yeah, moving on..

Today is really important, and it's really important that everything is just right.

I'm ready, apart from my hair, I'm pretty sure Bradie's almost finished with his shit, and Shaun...

"Andy!"

Huh, speak of the devil, and he will appear.

"Come On! Get your lazy arse off the couch, we need to soundcheck!" Shaun pranced over to the door.

I'm not lazy! I just cant be stuffed following everyone around and listen to their mindless drabble.

That doesn't make me lazy!

Well, maybe it does, but it doesn't mean that I should have to deal with it, for I am Andy Clemmensen, defender of all musical kind.

"Well defender, you better get your butt right here, or we won't have any musical kind left to defend." Bradie grinned.

Shit, musta said the last bit out loud.

That's embarrassing.

Slowly I move to my bass, my trusty bass which has never let me down, and still smells a little bit like shauns socks, from when he used them to 'clean' the strings.

As the first few chords of Shimmy fill my ears, I feel kinda alright again. It's all fine, we're gonna rock it, and we will be AWESOME.

I can feel the tension leave my fingers, and my head clears, to make way for the notes storming the room.

Shaun's rocking it out beside me, but his heart's not in it, it never is, for some reason.

Bradie's doing his thing, and I feel a strange urge to go over and ruffle his hair, coz he looks like a little kid.

I turn back, and scream out "Shimmy Shimmy go go!"

After about half an hour of Shimmy and 10 minutes of listening to Bradie's drum solo, we're ready.

Shauns got his act together, Bradie's got his solo together, and Me?

I'm just awesome.

We all look at the door, the door leading to the stage where we will be shredding up the night.

In just an hour, we will be up on this stage, just an hour.

And we will play our songs for the first time to the ears of Perthians.

Our songs, everything we have, everything we could ever want.

The minutes tick by fast as I tune, as Jumpnow fixes cables, as Shaun fixes his hair.

T-minus 10 minutes.

And we make our way back stage.

The lights slowly brighten.

We'll write a History For Teens with dreamers truths.

Our footsteps urge on the crowd, and we take our places.

Ladies and Gentlemen.

We are Short Stack.

Hey, I'm chuck bass.
lollin, kidding, this is Die A Believer.
A short stack fanfic. I really hope you like it, and r&r?
Thanks loooads.
I'll be updating it pretty quickly, as in, you're sure to have at least 1 chapter a week.

You can also find this story on .com/historyforteens but, this version (on ) has

extras, and more improved chapters (:

Uhhm, I've ranted enough, so byeee and, If I get more than 1 review today, I'll upload the next chapter today.

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