Hey guys! I haven't written a fic in a suuuuuuper long time, so bear with me as I get back into the swing of things!
This fic is going to be a Pompous Pep AU, so be prepared! I'm not sure how many chapters it'll be though… I guess we'll find out, right? C:
Inspiration for this fic came from an idea of punk!Danny that I had a while ago. I got a picture commissioned by zombie-bass on tumblr and she drew an amazing picture of exactly what I had in my mind, but I only just decided to write about it. I'll put the link to the picture on my profile so you guys can check it out!
Hope you guys like it! Please review so I can figure out whether I should write more or not! :)
Danny Fenton was about to tear his hair out.
With a deep breath, he counted to ten but only made it to five before the clatter of a cymbal crashing to the ground reverberated in his ears. He cringed at the abrupt sound and ground his teeth together so not to ram his head into the wall. As tempting as the thought was, he still had a show to play, and Lord knows his band mates couldn't survive without him. Turning around slowly, he addressed the others with a glare.
"Is it physically impossible for you guys to not drop anything? Like, seriously. Is it a condition?" he asked, annoyance clear in his tone.
"Ouch, man!" Tucker replied picking up the discarded instrument from the wooden floor, "We're all nervous about the gig, it's not just you here!"
Sam sauntered over to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "We're all trying our hardest to make tonight run perfectly, so don't worry, okay? Everything will turn out fine."
Danny sighed and gave a small, but grateful smile to his friend. He normally wasn't so rude to his friends, but tonight could be the gig that could make or break them. They were performing at a Battle of the Bands competition at a local concert venue named The Amity Slam. It was a hot, smoky, beat-up joint, but anyone hoping to make it somewhere in the music industry within the surrounding cities knew that it was the place to perform.
Danny scraped the sole of his converse against the rough floorboards in thought. If the rumors were true, the president of DALV Records would be attending the performance. The company was known for turning anyone signed to them into stars, so if the he liked them, they could be in the big leagues in no time.
But of course, everyone else was thinking the same thing.
"Move it, dipstick! Real talent is coming through!"
That familiar desire to bash his head in returned in full force.
"Hey, Ember. Good to see you too," Danny's voice dripped with sarcasm. Ember was talented, he'll give her that, but the pedals for her guitar always threw him off. Depending on whichever one she picked, it made the whole crowd go crazy and scream her name… It was kinda weird, to be honest.
"Good luck tonight, loser! You'll need it, considering you'll be up against not just me, but Skulker's beats and Nick – or excuse me, Technus, on the keyboard. We're gonna rock this house!" She stuck her tongue out and strummed in the air before strutting off with a laugh, heels clicking all the way. For a second, all was comfortably quiet as the rest of the bands shuffled around to prepare their sets…
…Until another cymbal crashed to the ground. Tucker stood over it guiltily, an apologetic "oops" echoing after the clatter.
Danny raked his hands through his hair and groaned.