"Please, tell me one of you dumbasses has an idea," I looked around my flat at the other guys. It was Sunday, my one full day off from my two jobs. Nate was ticking his drum stick on his knee, Chad had just drunk the last beer out of my last case, and Miles was looking at his feet, baked out of his mind – like usual. I held an old beat up thick spiral notebook in my lap. It was probably about time to go pick up a new one. The corners were ripped, water damaged, and there were about six or seven pages left that didn't have picked over song lyrics and ideas that I had scribbled down the past four years. Most were my ideas – but the guys contributed when they could – which was rare.
"Well, you're good with lyrics Jess," Nate met my eyes with a bored expression, "I have a new beat though if you guys wan'ta hear it," The rest of us nodded and grumbled as he wandered over to his old drum set. We all had 2 of everything – our older set of instruments for practice and ideas or just screwing around; and our newer more expensive gear for shows and final tune-ups. I slouched back in my couch while Nate screwed around with his drums.
"It's more of an acoustic piece I think – Chad, you'd have to use your old guitar probably but I think it would sound good," he was sounding more enthusiastic the more he ticked and tapped around. We listened in silence and eventually Chad started strumming along on his acoustic guitar, making up different rifts and doing what he did best. It was a good tune and had a good beat. My brain started churning thinking of different ways we could incorporate everyone.
And then Miles had to open his mouth, "How about we stop dicking around. This isn't going to do anything – this song," He stood up and hastily brushed off dirt that wasn't there, "Why don't we just go back home. I'm tired of this - this big-city life. We aren't cut out for this Jesse," He looked right at me with anger and longing. I mean seriously – look at this place." He gestured to my flat. It was more of a basement – but with a bartender's salary – it was the best I could do. No one was saying anything. The dinging of my clock broke the silence, and I followed, "Why don't you guys just get out of here – get some sleep or something. Some of us actually have to work in the morning," I didn't even see them out. I walked into the only other room, my bedroom, in my flat and slammed the door behind me.
The guy's had left immediately I stormed off like a girl into my room. We had all left everything behind to come here to New York City - the 'big apple'. We wanted to get a break and make it big. Two years in and still nothing but the occasional lame ass shows at some lame ass venues. But everything Miles said was true. I scrolled through my phone looking for Melanie's number; I wasn't in the mood for sleeping. After the fifth complete top-to-bottom scroll through of my contacts I started to doubt my memory. Her name might have been Melissa… Or Marie – I know it started with an M. Then again I was slightly drunk.
"Uuuuuhhhhgggggg," groaning, I rolled over and dropped my phone on the nightstand, feeling a little guilty for forgetting her name and wanting her just because I'm in a pissed-off mood.
"Like she would actually care," I found myself whispering aloud despite no one, beside myself, was in the room. But it has seemed to be true – as soon as you cut your hair different, sing lead vocals in a band and girls throw themselves at you. Chad and Nate would have it well off too if they didn't have live-in and long-term girl friends since high school. And we were all pretty sure Miles is gay – none of us could remember the last time he mentioned anything about the opposite sex. I think I may have fell asleep that night with the image of Miles trying to hit on a girl… who ended up being a cross dresser.
A/N: Woo for new random story ideas :) Let me know what you think.