Rocking the Atmosphere
Prologue/Chapter 1
Molly's P.O.V
The screams were deafening, probably enough to permanently damage my hearing, but I let the wonderful sound fill my ears. There were hands fist pumping, and others holding about every modern electronic device ever made. Each was recording a snippet of this history. Most of them streaming or uploading it to every social network.
To be honest, I've never felt so alive. I knew I was happy before, but not as happy as I am now. My..I mean -our- lives are finally reaching a revolutionary turning point. Everything was finally how it was supposed to be. I stand there, center stage with a microphone in hand, staring at the pitch black abyss that was the crowd of fans that came to see us. The flashing lights blinded me, but atleast it wouldn't allow me to see the overwhelming sight of the thousands of people in the arena.
"HELLO NYC! WE! ARE! GUP GALAXY!"
The screams grew louder, and surprisingly, that's not even where our story began.
"THANK YOU, WE LOVE YOU! NASHVILLE, GOODNIGHT!"
The stage went black while Molly wiped the small bit of sweat from her forehead. The tanned girl adjusted her dark blue half top and fanned herself with the spare hand. Relieved that the long, four hour concert was over. She raced to the gigantic snack table and grabbed a large bottle of water. Swallowing the entire contents of the bottle in one millisecond.
"Wonderful performance girls," Melanie, they're brown hair, blue eyed, well-dressed agent stated, "Just relax! I have a special surprise for you!"
As the well dressed women left, the three girls proceeded to talk.
"Another marvelous concert, if I do say so myself," said the leader to her band mates, who were either slouching on the backstage leather couch or adjusting their hair in a mirror.
Oona, who was twirling a drumstick between her fingers quickly replied, "Yeah! It was great!"
"Great?" Deema questioned after fixing her now stringy blonde hair, "It was HOT! Just like me."
The leader rolled her eyes and threw away the bottle before jumping on the couch next lher purple haired friend.
"I gotta admit, it was hotter than usual today," Molly stated, turning to the two for their own opinions, "After the last song I felt like my throat was on fire."
"Well, we are in the south," Deema added, adding to the weight on the small couch, "That could explain the heat."
"~It's probably hot because we're here."
The three females heard an unfamiliar male voice echo through the backstage area. They turned to see a strange group make their presence.
"Right this way, boys," Melanie led the three boys to the girl's crawl space.
It took a minute for the girl's to take in the appearence of the three young adults. One had pale skin, marvelous green eyes, and fiery orange hair. He wore a dark green T-shirt, jean jacket with the sleeves cut off, and cut up shorts. On his wrist was a black, spiked bracelet and on his face he wore a pair of dark blue glasses.
The next guy had dark skin that was a percent cocoa shade. His eyes were dark brown and marvelously bright. He wore a black and purple shirt with torn black pants. Around his head was a black and red bandana, with his hair cut and dyed a deep indigo color.
The last one was the most mesmerizing of all. His skin was pale while his eyes were bright blue and possibly the brightest out of all of them. He wore a black and green stripped shirt with a black leather jacket. His pants were long and torn just as the other's pants were. His hair was wild, spiky, and dyed a magical dark blue color. Over his wondrous eyes were a pair of light green shades.
Molly shot up from her seat, placing a hand confident on her hip. Noticing that the blue haired one, who was possibly the leader, was smirking. She glared, "Who the hell are you?"
The blue haired male chuckled and removed his shades, giving the girl a cocky look, "You know, Princess, I'm surprised you don't know who we are."
The guy attempted to stroke her cheek, but the noble female swatted him away. With red cheeks, she boldly stepped up to the male until they were nose to nose, "Ugh, don't touch me! Who do you think you are?!"
"Uh, I think I'm Gil," Gil noticed the confused look on Molly's face and continued, "-from the Gluten-Freetos?"
"Gluten-Freetos? What is that, some sort of heart stopping junk food?"
Melanie suddenely stepped between the two, trying to break up their soon to be argument, "they are another famous band currently on tour."
Molly rolled her eyes again and crossed her arms, "So why are they here?"
"Their agent and I thought it was a spectacular idea to merge the both of you!"
The news smacked each of the young adults clear in the face. They all gaped at the well dressed female.
"What?!" Deema screamed to break the stunned silence, "A Merge? Where the heck did this come from?!"
"I thought we were coming here to meet fans," Gil exclaimed, still shocked by the who situation, "I didn't know you were actually going to make us join some girl group!"
"Hey! Watch it Gluten boy," Deema threatened, stepping next to her best friend with a stern glare, "You're a little too lucky to have us take you!"
"Take us? We wouldn't be caught dead with some chicks with hair bigger than their brains," the dark skinned bassist spat, feeling childish, but still taking offense towards the females.
Deema's face turned an unflattering shade of red as she approached the dark skinned male. Her boots angrily slumping across the floor.
"Do you really wanna go? Because I will go all Chuck Norris on your bass playin', junk food lovin' ass!" She angrily snarled at the African American boy she had yet to have a name for.
The tall bassist in front of her didn't have any words for the blonde in front of him. She was snarky, though he hardly knew her, Goby found it rather attracting. She had a certain sassy spark that was totally irresistible. Beside that, he thought she was gorgous. Her long, wavy blonde hair was tied into a high pony tail with a bit of her bangs hanging in her face. Her eyes were deep blue while her lips were coated with a magical orange lipstick that matched her tank top. Her cheeks were perfectly scarlet to show her intense anger. She then smirked.
"That's what I thought," she said proudly, placing a hand on hip and turning. This caused Deema's lovely blonde hair to whip in Goby's now blushing face.
The arguing seemed to get worse as the two rock bands. Curses were made, insults were thrown, and swears were slurred. Surprisingly, Oona and the red haired key boardist from the opposing side, Nonny, were the only ones who weren't fighting. All they did was gaze at eachother.
Nonny smiled, and Oona smiled back, giggling while giving a small wave while her cheeks turned red.
"That is enough!"
To their surprise, the demand didn't come from Melanie, it came from another man, who was way older than all of the guys. He wore a nicely trimmed suit just as Melanie did, only with pants instead if a skirt. He had dark brown hair and tantalizing blue eyes. He had suddenely walked to all of the quarreling young adults.
"You are all acting like children! Can't you just stop for one minute," He asked with anger boiling in his voice.
"Girls, this is Marcus, the manager of the Gluten Freetos," Melanie gestured to the well dressed man, who was still sternly looking at the young adults.
"Why are we merging," Molly questioned Marcus in complete anger.
"Yeah, why," Gil added, sounding just as furious.
Marcus smirked, "Isn't it obvious? Estrogen Intensity is probably the most popular female band of the century. Most of all your fan base is made up of females! In basic show biz, the girls are always the ones to buy all of the merch and love the band a bit more than the guys can. So I thought that if we merge..."
"You can try to hog all of the fame and fortune we worked so hard to get," the pink haired girl suggested.
Marcus scoffed, "..we can have an equal share of the mixed fan base. Gluten Freetos have had guy fans, and their share of girl fans as well, which we can share with you. This can make you more money and earn more fans. Besides, even without the fans everyone loves both of your music. If you merge two of the hottest groups around to create more songs, then that'll just make you loved by literally the entire planet. Everyone loves a boy-girl band even more than a one-gendered band."
It was unfortunate for the six that the plan actually sounded like it made sense. The Estrogen Intensity popularity has been lacking when it comes to frequent song downloads. Possibly because their songs are becoming too cliche for the girl fans. They need some group of boys to join the band, with notoriously good looks, to drag the female fans back in with new material. While in the process, attracting male fans.
So in a sense, Estrogen Intensity needed the Gluten-Freetos if they wanted to stay famous.
That thought was hard for all of the girls to swallow, especially Molly. being so used to her friends and her friends only made her too independent to the point that she hated frequent change. She could do nothing but helplessly stand and stare.
Of course, Gil was also detesting the plan his manager had cleverly came up with. Sure, they need to fans in general, but he always had mixed feelings when working with females. He always thought they cared too much about their looks and the money more than the music. Which actually turned out to be an extremely far-fetched idea the minute he laid eyes on Estrogen Intensity.
"Now you are all big boys and girls," Melvin taunted as if they were all 5-year old children, "I'm sure you can handle two years of touring."
"Two years?!" They all exclaimed.
"Relax, I made a deal with Melanie. If neither band gains any more popularity or gross in merchandise in the entire time we're together, then we'll cut the deal and everything goes back to the way it was," the brown haired man turned to the two band leaders, who were angrily eying eachother up, "Is that alright with you two?"
Molly and Gil took a look at each other again, feeling hesitant, but also knowing what was best for their bands. That's when they gave in.
"Okay, fine," the pink haired female hissed with crossed arms.
"Whatever," the blue haired male stated afterwards.
"Good," Marcus smirked, "Now shake hands."
The two let out simultaneous huffs before in intwining their hands. Molly intentionally squeezed her jagged nails into Gil's hand. Squeezing as hard as she possibly could while glaring. Gil flinched.
"OW! She pinched me!" the blue haired male pointed while tattling like a child.
"Alright," Melanie started, completely ignoring Gil, "It's been a long night. Why don't you all go back to the bus and get to know eachother better? Marcus and I will be discussing the details of the merged tour."
The six young adults traded uneasy looks as they made their way to the Estrogen Intensity Tour Bus. Gil gave an offense gag at the site and the elaborately decorated, yet blinding technicolor bus. Purples, yellows, and blues dotted around the room. A gourmet kitchen could be seen in the back as well as two bathrooms and individual rooms for each girl. In the basic front was a few fuzzy couches and love seats.
They all took a treat and yet again, traded suspicious looks. The only two who weren't either glaring or staring were Oona and Nonny, who were actually smiling at eachother even to their leader's dismay.
"So," the purple haired girl started, twirling a finger in one of her long, lavender pigtails, "uh, how's the tour coming along?"
"Pretty good," Gil mumbled, still feeling angered by the decision he was forced into, decided to get under the innocent girl's skin to relieve the tension, "By our research, you're the "sweetie pie", right?"
Oona smiled again and giggled, still twirling her hair like a little girl, "Yup! That's me!"
"Oh, c'mon, no one is actually that nice, especially when you're a rock star. I bet you are a real bitch on the inside," the blue haired male rolled his eyes, "Who still wears pigtails? And you giggle like a four-year old girl! I mean what is that? Some sort of fake gimmick?
The poor Japanese female felt like she was going to cry, and her band mates could notice. Deema looked completely pissed, while Molly looked like she was just about to kick his ass.
Oona suddenly stood, fists clenched and eyes glossy with tears, "For your information, I am NOT a bitch! And what is that your face or some unappealing Halloween mask?!"
The girl stormed out of the bus in a fit of tears, leaving Gil with a terrible burn and the others looking confused or furious.
Nonny quickly stood, adjusting his glasses while doing so, "I'll go and get her."
He quickly rushed out of the bus before some sort of fight would start. The minute he left, Molly shot up from her seat, giving the opposite band leader the most poisonous death glare she could muster.
"What the hell, asshole?! What the fuck was that for?!"
"I'm just saying what's true," Gil immaturely said while smirking a bit too much, "She needs to take a chill pill,"
"No, you need go jump off a damn cliff!" Molly snapped back, "Oona is very sensitive and you hurt her feelings!"
"It's not my fault she acts like a big baby."
"Seriously, do you even have an off button?"
"Yeah," the male smirked at her again, "Wanna find it?"
Molly was soon at her breaking point. Her face was becoming red for the tenth time that day, and she instantly felt like punching the male band leader in places that would probably cripple him. It is truly impossible to explain the fury she was feeling. She approached him and grabbed his wrist with a force to crush it.
"Come with me," she hissed through her teeth.
"Ooh, sweet," the blue haired male jokingly purred, as if he was going to get some sort of surprise.
With that, the pink haired girl lead the arrogant leader to her room, slamming the door and locking it. She pushed Gil roughly only for him to land on her soft, padded bed. He actually seemed to get pretty excited, only to see the female keep her distance and place both hands on her hips.
"Alright dumbass, let's just get something straight! You will not just burst in here and corrupt my band with that "Alpha-Male" shit you just tried to pull! You are nothing special, you are not better than any of us! So stop acting like it," Molly completely screamed this time, her voice full of rage and her cheeks a dark scarlet.
"Pft, that's some smart shit coming from the chick who acts like the princess of all humanity," the blue haired male shot back, placing his head behind his head while getting comfortable.
"What do you expect? If you didn't notice, I'm the leader of my band and I know what's best! At least I don't act like some overbearing, cocky, dumbass!"
Gil laughed, "Ha, you said c-"
"That's not important! What's important is that you keep your distance and stay away from my friends! I don't need anyone being sexually abused or ending up pregnant with you around!" The pink haired girl flipped her hair and glared even more.
All Gil do was stare before smirking again, "Come on, just admit it!"
Molly gazed back with a confused look, "Admit what?"
"That you like me."
Molly let an obnoxiously loud laugh leave her lips, as if Gil had told the funniest joke ever. She then scoffed, "Like you? Hah! That's hilarious!"
"Please, I know you're playing hard to get."
"-And you're playing hard to get rid of," she rolled her brown eyes.
"You know you love me," the blue haired male teased.
"In all honesty, I'd rather fall in love with Hitler," the girl scowled, "Now, I'll only say this once, stay away from my friends! If ANYTHING happens to them and I find out that YOU are responsible, I am not afraid to do the things I will regret."
As the girl turned to leave, Gil gazed at her luscious body in a fit of instant lust, just before mumbling, "Nice try, I know you like me.."
But not as much as he liked her.
A/N: That's it for the first chapter! That's right chickadees! I'm starting a new fanfic! I'm really excited with how this will turn out! I have so many awesome ideas that will leave you speechless! A shoutout to my girls (you know who you are ;) ) and to all of the lovely people reading this! Hope you enjoy! Amber, out!