"What
is she doing?! We only have an hour to get there!" Shane said
throwing his hands in the air.
"Y'know she always takes
forever to get ready, just calm down, we're not going to be late,"
Caleb said not taking his eyes from his video game.
The band
members of thenoise
were all sitting in your living room waiting for you to grace them
with your presence. Bring Me The Horizon screamed loudly from a
stereo somewhere in the apartment, making it so Jacob didn't even
have to turn on his iPod.
Shane plopped down on your couch letting
out a sigh.
"Chicks," he mumbled.
"Hey!"
Katelyn said throwing a pillow at him.
The music suddenly surged
announcing that you had left your bedroom.
"Ready?" you
said walking out.
"Damn Jade, you look hot," Shane said
looking you up and down.
Yea, you were pretty much hot.
You
gave him a glare and headed for the door.
Tonight was the night.
The Battle of the Bands.
It was being judged by some band you
had never heard of but apparently they had made it pretty big. There
was no doubt in your mind that your band would win. Quiet Suffering
rocked, and you all knew it.
You climbed into the driver's seat
of your car while Katelyn, Shane, and Caleb got in the back. Jacob
sat up front with you. He was the only one in the band you could
actually stand for a long period of time.
He was like you.
The
others...well they weren't. Yes, the dressed somewhat like you but
their personalities just didn't go well with yours. But they were
your band and you had to at least be nice.
You started the car and
Drop Dead, Gorgeous l filled everyone's ears. You had to turn the
music up loud...or they would try to talk.
It's not that I'm a
bitch, you thought; I just don't like to be bothered with trivial
bullshit.
You pulled out into the street and made your way to the
abandoned warehouse where the contest was to be held.
--At
the warehouse--
"I'm so glad you guys could come!" the
greeter said as she shook Ronnie's hand vigorously.
The chick was
freaking him out but then again, since him and his band, Escape The
Fate, had made it big, there wasn't a female that didn't. They
drooled over him like a piece of meat.
The freaky girl showed them
to the table they would be judging from and left to go get them some
drinks.
"I think that girl wanted you Ronnie," Max said
hitting him in the arm.
"Shut up," he groaned leaning
back in his chair and balancing it on two legs.
"But your so
dreammmy Ronnie!" Max said in a girls voice while making puppy
dog eyes at him.
The guys laughed and Ronnie turned to look at the
bands preparing to get on stage.
They were all kids, no older than
19 he figured.
Well, he thought, I hope they have something to
bring to the table.
Light filtered into the dark warehouse as the
door opened. Another band had arrived, according to the list they
were the last ones.
They were just like the others, kids dressed
in all black and crazy colored hair. There was even one with pink and
blonde hair.
"Whoa Ronnie, look at that," Max said
staring at something behind Ronnie.
Ronnie turned around to see a
girl with short black hair and dressed in black with chains hanging
from every place that had a hook. A guitar was slung behind her,
dangling on her back like it belonged there.
She was signing a
paper the freaky girl who was supposed to be getting your drink had
handed her.
Apparently the freaky girl had said something that the
other girl didn't like because the girl dressed in black flicked the
skank off and walked away.
As she passed the judging table her
eyes flickered a moment to Ronnie and the rest of the band. She
raised an eyebrow at them and turned away to go backstage.
"Now
that's a real woman," Max said in Ronnie's ear.
"You
aren't kidding," Ronnie said till staring after the strange
beauty, "This is going to be interesting."