"1..2..3..4..." Jack called out to the band, before Brendan played the opening guitar riff.
"Yeah!" Brendan called before proceeding to the next part of the riff. "All right!" He called to the rest of the band, signaling their musical entrance.
The group joined, adding bass and drums to Brendan's guitar part. Jack also joined in, playing guitar as well.
After a few measures of jamming, Jack and Brendan paused so the bass player, Jake, could lay out a groove over Patrick's drumming.
After two measures, Jack and Brendan joined back in with a loud simultaneous guitar crash. And as quick as they came in, the guitars were silenced as Jack stepped to his mic.
"I seem to think I think I got a little situation
So listen to me sister listen maybe you can help
I think I gave a lot of problems my consideration
But not for me they always seem to be for someone else"
While his band mate/best friend was busy rapidly singing the lyrics, Brendan began to replay the main of the song just under Jack's vocals.
"Why all the people always seem to just be on vacation
What do I get from them? I don't get anything at all.
I'm like a trash can holding all the information
And every single time I'm in the field, I'm two feet tall"
Jack backed away and joined back in with his guitar, grinning wildly at Brendan. With a nod, both guitarists stepped to their respected microphones.
"Salute your solution, now, salute your solution"
Jack backed away, leaving Brendan to sing-talk the next section.
"I find myself just looking worthy of my best intentions
Ignoring any kinda prize I might receive at all
I'll always seem to find a road that's tough to satisfaction
I find a ridicule that isn't cool for me at all"
Jack and Brendan's guitars both rang with a crash once again, as Jack walked back up to the mic and joined his curly blonde haired counterpart on vocals once more.
"And if there's one little answer to this complication
Someone somewhere some help me settle what is on my mind
There's only one I'm only taking getting and receiving
There's only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking
And only one"
The band jammed while Jesse, the keyboardist, played a dwindling riff on his keyboard. He then began to imitate the bass line on his instrument as his band mates slowed down.
At once, all instruments were silenced as Jack began playing a low pitched sing-songy riff. After a few measures, Patrick joined back in on drums. Brendan walked to the mic.
"And I got what I got all despite you
And I get what I get just to spite you
And I got what I got all despite you
And I get what I get just to spite you
And I got what I got all despite you
And I get what I get just to spite you."
At this point, the entire instrumentation was back on track. Jack began playing a screeching solo on his guitar, the entire band jamming underneath him, a smile on everyone's face. This was what they loved most.
As the solo came to a finish, Jack re-approached the mic.
"I find myself just looking worthy of my best intentions
Ignoring any kinda prize I might receive at all
And all the others seem to find myself a satisfaction
I find a ridicule that isn't cool for me at all
But if there's one little answer to this complication
Someone somewhere some help me settle what is on my mind
There's only one I'm only taking getting and receiving
There's only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking."
Brendan was busy focusing on his guitar. Jack's singing voice morphed into a scream on the next lyrics.
"And only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking
And only one"
With a loud pounding on the drums, the band simultaneously finished. Jack, however, being the unpredictable rascal he was known for, played a few notes over the feedback.
"Alright, good job guys," Brendan yelled to the group. Taking off his guitar, he added "Meet back here Thursday at 4."
After putting away his guitar, the long wavy black haired boy known as Jack approached his best friend, Brendan, who was turning off amps. The guys had a bad habit of leaving their amps on after practice,running Brendan's electric bill up. His parents weren't too happy about that.
"Hey bro," Jack called to his best friend. "My mom just shot me a text. I got accepted to Hollywood Arts!"
This past Spring, Jack and Brendan decided that since their band, the Consolers, was really taking off, they had what it takes to get in to Hollywood Arts High School, one of the most prestigious performing arts schools in the country.
Brendan instantly smiled at the news. "That's awesome man! Congratulations!" Brendan punched his best friend's arm.
"Thanks! Have you heard anything?"
"I dunno. Haven't checked the mail yet. But just that you got in is awesome!"
Jack smiled with reassurance and but his hand on Brendan's shoulder. "Hey don't worry. This band would be nothing without your amazing songwriting. If I can get in, you're certain to." He took his hand off Brendan's shoulder, and the two walked into the house from the garage. "And together, we're gonna make HA our bitch." Jack said with a slap to Brendan's rear.
"UGH! Why is songwriting so hard?!" Tori moaned as her head pounded onto the keys of the piano. She was stressed, as the second semester of her senior year at Hollywood Arts was to begin in January. And everyone knows the final semester of Hollywood Arts for any senior was dedicated to making their Senior Showcase performance at the end of the year the best it could be. At this showcase would be Talent scouts, A&R reps, the whole nine yards. Tori decided to truly win everyone, nay ANYONE over, she would need to perform an original song.
"Why don't you just get Andre to write the song for you like always?" Cat asked, balancing a pencil on her nose.
Tori picked her head up from the piano. "Because he has to work on his showcase. Besides, I've been too dependent on Andre. I need to learn to find my own sound, and be responsible for my own music."
Car stood up. "Well I'm bored." Suddenly, her eyes rounded and her voice rose in pitch and volume. "And I want ice cream!" The red headed girl ran to the piano. "Tori Tori Tori! Walk with me to get ice cream!" She pulled the half-Latina girl from the piano.
"Ca-at! I have to work on my song!" Tori protested.
"Ice cream!" Cat argued, already having dragged Tori to the from door.
"Cat let me go!" Tori yelled in protest as Car pulled her out of the door.
About twenty minutes later, the sun was on its way down, as Tori and Cat walked down the sidewalk, each licking their respected ice cream cones.
"I guess a little break is always good," Tori said, licking the runny chocolate off of the cone.
"I told you, ice cream solves all problems!" Cat said giddily, still licking away at her Strawberry ice cream.
Tori smiled at Cat's innocence, and the two kept walking. A few houses down from Tori's house, the two noticed quiet guitar strumming. Tori turned to the source of the music, only to see a skinny boy with a handsome grizzled face, curly dark-blonde hair, with stubble to match, focusing on his guitar playing.
After a second, the boy looked up and met Tori's gaze. He smiled, and waved hello.
Tori smiled and waved back slightly. As she and Cat walked away, Tori's worries about her song faded away, replaced by overwelming calmness, a smile,, and one single thought:
He's pretty cute. And I bet he writes a good song.
So this is my first fanfiction. I've written before, (I have a fictionpress account...with a story I REALLY need to update :3) but I figured I'd go ahead and try fanficiton as well. Hope you enjoy! Please review!
Disclaimer: Salute Your Solution is a song orginally by the Raconteurs, written by Jack White and Brendan Benson. Victorious was created by Dan Schneider.
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