Battle of the bands

"You're insecure, don't know what for. You turn heads when you walk through the do-or…" Trish sang though out all the house.

She turned the radio up louder and started to dance to the beat. She was so distracted that she didn't hear her best friend, Amy, walk into the room, covering her ears from have to listen to the music.

"Trish"

"Trish!"

"Trish!"

Her clueless best friend still couldn't hear a word she was saying, so like every situation she deals with, she goes by these words.

"To hell with this." She walks over to the radio and pulls the plug out of the wall.

"Hey, what you do that for?"

"What the hell are you listening to?"

"One direction, it's this new boy band and they are too cute."

"And probably half of your age."

"You're just jealous because they're the most awesome band right now."

"Oh please, these little boys compared to the bands I listen to would probably get crushed under the awesomeness of mine."

"What do even listen to anyway?"

Amy walks back to her room and picks up a stack of CD's and comes back in the living room, plug the radio back up and stick the cd into the player. The next thing Trish heard was a loud boom.

"You make me wanna die; I'll never be good enough. You make me wanna die; with everything you love. Catch up in the light, when look inside your eyes. You make me wanna die."

Trish covered her ears from all the noise as Amy just moved around with her fist in the air. Trish was getting a splitting headache with all of this metal music. She walks over to the CD player and pushes the stop button.

"Why you stop the music?"

"What was that trash that you just had me listen to?"

"The pretty reckless. They're a rock band with a great woman lead singer. Way better than some bubblegum pop garbage you listen to."

"It's not garbage, it normal music. Unlike your depressing-kill me now because I love you-music.

"Oh yeah"

"Yeah"

Amy and Trish had a stare-off for a couple of minutes before walking off to find a loud enough CD player.

Trish blasted the most pop, fun, dance song the she could find on the radio. Meanwhile, Amy goes in her room and turns her favorite rock station up just as loud as hers. Trish turned her up some more. So did Amy. They went back and forth until all of the windows in the house broke. They turned off their radios and met in the living room.

"You wanna just listen to lady gaga?" Trish asked

"Sure"