Creativity At It's Finest
Co-written with . Fang has just gotten accepted into Silver Strings High School, a musical High School for gifted teen musicians. There, he meets friends that he'll keep for the rest of his life.
Fang POV
I looked up at the huge building. Silver Strings High. The place every teen musician had to go to get a career in music. Today, they were holding auditions. Not only would new students perform, but each year, the students that go here have to retake auditions. So if you talent magically disappeared during the summer, you were screwed.
"Okay, Fang, I'll pick you up at seven." My mom said as I hopped out the car. I only nodded and walked towards the front doors of the school. They were very pretty. Cobalt blue with silver violin handles. I reached about to pull the door open.
"That's not the right door." A girl spoke from my left. I turned to see a tall, pretty girl, with dark maroon hair and cocoa skin. Her nose was a button and her eyes a bluish color. I blinked.
"She's right, bro. Auditions are being held in the auditorium. Which is that way." Another girl on my right pointed to a green door. This girl looked exactly like the first girl in features, except this one had lightly tanned skin and chocolate brown eyes. Both extremely pretty girls stared at me.
"Uhhh..." I wasn't sure what to say.
"C'mon, then." They trilled together, each of them taking one of my arms and tugging me through the big green door with a large cello handle.
Wow. That was all I could say. Thousands of teens rehearsed, danced, and laughed in the auditorium. It looked like so much fun. The girl with blue eyes waved bye and skipped off towards a guy who looked like a skater dude. The girl with chocolate eyes smiled.
"Okay, so you sign in over there where the fat man is, and get your number from that lady with a bump-it. After that, just get up there when your name is called. Be ready!" She patted my shoulder before running into the sea of teenagers. Well, it seems like she's done this before, many times.
I did as she had told me, and started rehearsing my song.
The audition was great, I got in! They didn't even say they had to get back to me. And by the cheers that the other kids gave, I guess I was pretty good.
My mom picked me up exactly at seven. "So, how was it?" She asked. I grinned, which made her squeal. My mom NEVER squeals. I never grin. "You got in!" She yelled. She doesn't do a lot of that either. I chuckled.
"Yeah. I also met these really hot girls." I muttered. Mom lightly punched my shoulder. "I think they were twins. They looked exactly the same, except for eye color, skin color, and hair color." I said. Mom laughed. I thought about the twins again. The first one was cute and all, but I loved brown eyes, closely followed by blue, of course. Chocolate eyes. That's what I would call her until I knew her name. The other one would be Aqua eyes. Yes, that was fitting. The skater dude would be named Skater.
"Fang!" My mom shook my shoulder. I blinked. "We're home." She said, hopping out of the car, laughing. I rolled my eyes and grumbled. Today was Saturday, so all I have to do is wait Sunday out, and I get to go to my dream school.
I jumped off the banister and ran through the kitchen, grabbing one of the muffins mom made. "Bye mom, going to school!" I yelled behind me. I walked outside and hopped into my black Jeep. She was my baby, and her name was Zany. I turned her on and drove off down the road.
When I stopped at a stoplight, I saw this really sweet ride. It was a silver convertible, with black music notes and clefs. It could only belong to a rich kid that went to Silver Strings High. There were four girls rocking out in the car. They were all extremely hot, and each wore different colored feather earrings. On the hood of the car, written in sparkly black paint, 'The Flock'.
I was so mesmerized, that I didn't notice when the light turned green and the girls sped off. The car behind me honked. "Move, bastard!" A squeaky voice shrieked. I stuck my middle finger out the window and drove behind the convertible.
I was still behind the girls as they pulled up into the school parking lot. I looked around. Kids were hanging out everywhere, skateboarding, or laughing. I parked in a spot around the side of the school. When I got out, three guys were staring at me.
"Umm." I was, once again, speechless. The first guy, I recognized as Skater. The other guy was a spiky haired blonde, and the last one was a redhead.
"Hey, I'm Levi Travis. This is Gazzy, and Iggy." He introduced.
"Fang." I replied. Levi grinned. Iggy swung his arm around my shoulder like we were best buds.
"Well, Fang, my man, this, is Silver Strings High. We're the welcoming committee for the guys. Anything you want to know, people places, things, just come to us." He said. I looked towards the girls in the convertible, who were currently harmonizing, like they were about to sing.
"Who are they?" I asked him. Iggy's eyes flicked over to the girls, and he smiled widely.
"Ah, I see you've fallen for the Rides? Yeah, they are pretty sweet. Two sets of twins, and all BFF's. Well, one are triplets, but the other is a guy. And there is a missing girl, where is Angel? Anyway, they're the hottest girls in school and they call their group plus a guy group called the Ryders, the Flock." Iggy said. I raised an eyebrow. Gazzy pointed to the girls.
"Watch this, they're about to sing a little song. The blonde with brown eyes is Max. The maroon haired one with blue eyes is Presley, the brunette with brown eyes is Ella, and the brunette with gray eyes is Nudge." He said.
The girls were all humming, when Nudge turned on her stereo.
Max started rapping.
Max:
My best friend,
Best friend
Till the very end
Cause best friends,
Best friends,
don't have to pretend
You need a hand,
And I'm right there
Right beside you
You in the dark
I'll be the bright light
to guide you
Remember the time-time-times
Sneaking out the house
All of the time-time-times
That you had your doubts
And don't forget
All the trouble we got into
We've got something
you can't undo-do
Laughing so damn hard
Crashed you dad's new car
All the scars we shared
I promise, I swear
Everyone:
Wherever you go,
Just always remember
That You've got a home
For now and forever
And if you get low
Just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Wherever you go
Just always remember
You're never alone
We're birds of a feather
And we'll never change
No matter the weather
This is my oath to you
Max stopped and Presley began
Presley:
I know I drive you crazy,
Sometimes,
I know I call you lazy,
That's most times
But you complete me,
And that's no lie
You're my tuxedo
And I'm your bow tie
We in the car
sing-sing-singing our song.
Rockin' the building
Tear it down,
Like we're King Kong
And in my eyes,
You can do-do no wrong
You got that best friend,
Sing-sing along
Laughing so damn hard
Crashed our dad's new car
All the scars we shared
I promise I swear
Everyone:
Wherever you go
Just always remember,
That you've got a home
For now and forever
And when you get low
Just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Wherever you go
Just always remember
You're never alone
We're birds of a feather
And we'll never change
No matter the weather
This is my oath to you
(Everyone, Ella, Nudge)
Oh, ooh oh
I'll never let you go
Oh, ooh oh,
Whoa oh
Oh, ooh oh,
Just thought that you should know
Oh ooh oh,
Whoa oh
This is my oath to you
Yeah!
Wherever you go
Just always remember
That you've got a home
For now and forever
(Forever!)
And if you get low
Just call me whenever
(Whenever!)
This is my oath to you
(Toyou!)
Wherever you go
Just always remember
(Remember)
You're never alone
We're birds of a feather
(Birds of a feather!)
And we'll never change
No matter the weather
(The weather)
This is my oath to you
(To you!)
Oh, ooh oh
You should know
You should know
You should know
You should know, yeah.
Oh, ooh oh
Whoa oh
This is my oath to you
Oh, ooh oh
Wherever you go
Just always remember,
You're never alone
We're birds of a feather
(Birds of a feather!)
And we'll never change
No matter the weather
This is my oath to you
(To you!)
The girls finished the song. Max and Presley stood up. "Welcome Freshman, and new students, to Silver Strings High!" They yelled. Everyone cheered. Max flipped her long hair and hopped out of their convertible.
"Come on, lover boy. You can talk to Max." Levi dragged me towards the girls, who were staring at me. Max and Presley grinned.
"I remember you!" They exclaimed. I blinked.
"Uhhh," God, what is up with me lately? All I can utter is 'uhhh' or 'umm'. Max strutted towards me. When she stood directly in front of me, she flashed me a very attractive grin and pulled me towards her. Max looked up at me through her long blonde eyelashes. My breath hitched as she bit her lip.
Oh hot damn. Max snapped her fingers in front of my face. "You okay, bro?" She poked my chest. I smiled a little.
"Yeah, just uh, your song was really cool." I said. Max grinned.
"Thanks, Presley and I love doing these shows." She said, gesturing to her twin. "Hey, Pres, where's Will?"
"Who's Will?" I asked. Max smiled. "Will's our brother. we're triplets. He has Presley's skin, hazel eyes, shaggy black hair." She explained. "Oh, I never caught you're name?" She said. I smiled slightly.
"Fang." I told her. Max grinned.
"Nice to meet you, Fang. I'm Max. Those ladies are Presley, my sister, Ella, Will's girlfriend, and Nudge, Ella's sister." She introduced. The girls waved and smiled. Ella glared.
"Will is not my boyfriend, Max! Stop that!" She snarled. Max smirked.
"Whatever." Max sighed. Gazzy gestured to Ella.
"You see, Fang, Ella here is into R&B, and Rap music. Mostly Nicki Minaj. Not only does she have a nice ass, but the girl can twerk it." He fist bumped Iggy. Ella rolled her eyes, but smiled.
"Hey guys! Angel's late audition! Let's go!" A boy with chocolate skin and wavyish black hair in his eyes ran out from the auditorium. Nudge squeaked.
"Omg! We totally forgot! Dammit! Well come on! Angel's waiting, and counting on us for support! This is our time to show her what great friends are and if we don't go right now, when will we? This is life and we must face the choices now, or we will lose such a great friend who throws SUCH great parties! What would we do?! How would we live?! Oh the agony-" Nudge's mouth was covered by Iggy's hand.
"My ears are BLEEDING!" He growled. Nudge mumbled a sorry, and everyone began walking to the auditorium.
"Who's Angel?" I asked. Max bonked her head.
"Of course! Sorry I forgot. Angel is our last member. She's a sweetheart. But... her taste in music, not as sweethearty. It expresses the side of her she never shows, unless she's drunk or something." Max explained. I nodded and Max pulled me into the auditorium.
On the stage, there was a thin white curtain, which a spotlight shone on, so you could see the silhouette of a petite girl with a ruffled short haircut.
"Angel Travis, you may begin." One of the judges said. With that, Max sat in a seat next to me and Angel began to sing.
Lately, I've been stuck
Imagining
What I wanna do
And what I really think
Time to blow, out
Be a little
Inappropriate
'Cause I know that
Everybody's thinking it
When the light's out
Shame, on me
To need release
Uncontrollably
I-I-I wanna go-oh-oh
All the way-ay-ay
Taking out
My freak tonight
I-I-I wanna show-oh-oh
All the dir-ir-irt
I've got runnin'
Through my mind
Whoa oh
I-I-I wanna go-oh-oh
All the way-ay-ay
Taking out
My freak tonight
I-I-I wanna show-oh-oh
All the dir-ir-irt
I've got runnin'
Through my mind
Whoa oh
Lately,
People got me
All tied up
There's a countdown
Waiting for me
To erupt
Time to blow, out
I've been told
Who I should
Do it with
To keep both my hands
Above the blank-blanket
When the lights, out
Shame on me,
To need release
Uncontrollably
I-I-I wanna go-oh-oh
All the way-ay-ay
Taking out
My freak tonight
I-I-I wanna show-oh-oh
All the dir-ir-irt
I got runnin'
Through my mind
Whoa oh
I-I-I wanna go-oh-oh
All the way-ay-ay
Taking out
My freak tonight
I-I-I wanna show-oh-oh
All the dir-ir-irt
I got runnin'
Through my mind
Whoa oh
Shame on me
(Shame on me)
To need release
(To need release)
Uncontrollably
(Uncontrollably)
I-I-I wanna go-oh-oh
All the way-ay-ay
Taking out
My freak tonight
I-I-I wanna show-oh-oh
All the dir-ir-irt
I got runnin'
Through my mind
Whoa oh
I-I-I wanna go-oh-oh
All the way-ay-ay
Taking out
My freak tonight
I-I-I wanna show-oh-oh
All the dir-ir-irt
I got runnin'
Through my mind
Whoa oh
Turns out, Angel really did look like an angel. A sixteen year old angel. Her hair was a pixie cut with lots of baby blue streaks, matching her big blue eyes. She was actually only a little shorter than Max, and Max was tall, so pretty tall. She looked like an angel, except, she was really into the song, even made it look seductive. She could pull it off. Everyone clapped, including me. She was really good. Max grinned at me.
"So, what did ya think?" She asked. I looked at her.
"I think, I'm gonna like it here." I muttered. Max cheered and hugged me. At first I was stiff, but I realized it was a pretty girl, so I should hug back. Soon, Presley shouted "group hug!" And everyone, (Levi, Gazzy, Iggy, Will, Angel, Nudge, Presley, Ella) hugged around Max and I. I think, that after that experience, I was diagnosed with claustrophobia.
The songs are Oath, by Cher Lloyd, and I Wanna Go, by Britney Spears. Rate and review!
~Marnie