It was around noon when my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I looked at the screen; my dad's name was on the caller ID. "Hi," I said when I answered, "Wait, let me guess, you're working late again."
"No, actually I'm coming home early today. But I'm bringing some guests, this band who needs a place to stay for a little while; I forget their name," he replied. I should explain a little. My dad works for Eyeball Records. He's actually pretty high on the food chain. Right below the president and the CEO. We have a really big house, some might call it a mansion, and he brings home bands who need a place to stay sometimes. Most of the time I don't really mind, but it's always sort of awkward.
"Awesome," I said sarcastically.
"Hey, don't be like that. I think you'll really like them. It's four guys and they're all around your age," he replied, "Well I gotta go. We'll be home in an hour or so."
"Bye dad," I said.
"Bye, Ever," he replied. We hung up. I went up to my room and turned up the music. My Chemical Romance's Drowning Lessons blasted through my speakers. MCR is my favorite band. They actually got signed onto my dad's record label. They weren't that famous yet, but I really liked them. I tried to concentrate on the book I was reading, but the music kept distracting me. I gave up on reading and just rocked out to the music.
Soon, I heard the front door open. Must be dad and his band. I heard a man say something and then they all laughed. In an effort to drown them out, I turned the music even louder and closed my bedroom door. A few moments later, my dad knocked and said, "Ever! Come out here! I want you to meet the guys!" I walked up to the door and leaned against it.
"Dad, I really have no interest in meeting another one of your stupid bands who have nothing better to do than infiltrate our house and make things awkward," I said. I then opened the door and continued, "So if you don't mind, I would like to get back to-" I stopped dead in my tracks as I looked up. Standing before me was My Chemical Romance.