9:15 P.M. New Jersey, Saturday
"...Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts
I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
It's nothing, I'm still friends with the..."
I rap into the silver ball of the microphone, and then my friend's girlfriend, Loretta, finishes the song through another microphone of the same quality.
"...I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well that's nothing...Well that's nothing" She finishes.
"That was awesome!" My friend Connor says, clapping his hands together a couple of times. He's Loretta's boyfriend.
"Totally," I say, taking off the headphones covering my ears. "How many songs did we record today?"
"About fifteen songs. Hip Hop, R&B, Rock, Contemporary and Pop, were the main genres."
"And those are the only genre's we should stick with," My buddy Pat says. "Cause almost every other genre sucks!"
"So true," Connor, Loretta and I say. Oh, sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Nick. I'm just your typical seventeen year old who is almost done his junior year in high school. I'm doing alright in school (grade wise that is) and I partake in the plays and musicals at my school.
I am currently wearing, a red V-neck, dark brown cargo shorts and red Reebok basketball shoes (because Nike is expensive). I also have a dull, yet silver, crucifix necklace around my neck. I also have on a sporty ultrium ring on my right ring finger with a disco cut ruby in the middle with "2015" going across the center of the gem.
What me and my friends are currently doing, or what we just finished, is recording cover songs and a little bit of original material to post on to SoundCloud. The four of us share a passion for music and love singing. All of us enjoy singing, but I am a bit of a black sheep because I also enjoy rapping. I really do have a kick for Hip Hop music. I was told I am not bad with rapping and singing. When it comes to rapping, I am not to bad for being a white boy.
The four of us record in Connor's basement because it is very roomy (and well furnished) down here. There is also plenty of space to set up microphones, laptops, headphones, the usual equipment for home recording.
I take a look at my jet black watch and notice it is nine sixteen at night. "Guys, I gotta run," I say, heading toward the staircase. "See you all Monday."
"See you later Nick," Pat says. I walk up the stairs, pull out my iPhone and check my messages. No new messages tonight. I have a special case on my phone that can charge my phone. The battery for case is solar powered, so it only works in the presence of light. An acquaintance of mine was able to hook me up with one of these. I heard that cases like these are only available China.
I leave Connor's house by this point and walk down the driveway, toward my car. It's an old one, but it's great on gas. It's a 2001 Honda Civic LX. I insert the key into the slot, turn it left twice and the car unlocks. I open the door, get in and shut the door. "Good night," I mumble. I put the key into the ignition and turn the key until the car purrs alive. I flick that knob on the stick that is on the wheel to turn on my headlights. Alright, all systems are ago. I back out of the driveway and start diving home. It is only a fifteen minute drive. Easy peasy.
About halfway home, my car is starting to slow down for some reason. What's going on?
I take a look at the dash board for any sort of indication of my car slowing down. And it turns out, the gas gauge is pointing to E. "Well great," I say sarcastically. I pull over to the side of the road, put on my flashers and keep the car on. Just the battery is needed to keep the car running and I make sure no more gas is being used...if there is any more gas in the tank.
I get out of my car and pop open the trunk to pull out a gas can. I keep an extra one in the back in case of an emergency like this. I never had to use it, but now is the time. I open the lid of the can and see that it is empty. I let out a sigh and put the gas can on the ground "Just perfect." I thought I would have a nice, peaceful drive home from my friend's house, but this happens instead.
I take a look around my surroundings. I am on a road next to an open field with trees surrounding it. It's quite nice out here. Peaceful really. Then, I remember something. "On the other side of this field, is a town. I just have to go across this field which will get me to town, walk about a block or so and a gas station should be close by and…am I monologuing again? I need to stop doing that." I tend to monologue once in a while. It has become a bit of a habit of mine. That's what I get for being a theater kid.
So, with a plan in mind, I turn off my car, keeping the flashers on, and walk across the field holding on to the gas can. It is a very peaceful and quiet night. The stars are shining, there is a gentle breeze and it is just so nice out here. But this does not last too long because a storm cloud starts to form in this field. "That's weird," I think to myself. "I checked the weather earlier today, and they said clear skies for the next two days." I start to quicken my pace so I can try to avoid any potential rain. As my pace quickens, a lightning bolt flashes almost ten feet in front of me! I drop the gas can out of being scared. There's something weird about that lightning bolt, it had a slight purple tint to it. "I have to get down!" But before I could, a different bolt zaps me, electricity and heat surge through my body. I feel my entire body spazzing and hurting. My arms and legs are moving like fish out of water. Then POW! I'm out like a candle.
