Hey guys, I just want to say how excited/nervous I am for my first fanfic. The idea of the boys as a rock band has been burning in my head all this time. The inspiration was loosely based off of Cherie Currie's experience with the Runaways. So without further a do here is the first chapter of Big Time Rockers… enjoy.
(Logan's POV)
Chaotic, untamed, and totally pumped was how I would describe this sea of bodies. The mass side of this crowd was starting to make me a bit uneasy. Who would have ever thought me… a kid from a small town in Tennessee would be performing for thousands in L.A?
"Logan you're on," one of the crew members said.
I just nodded trying so hard not to vomit, and there I was one single kid in front of thousands of people.
"WHAT'S UP LOS ANGELAS?"
The response was a mass chorus of screams.
''That's what I thought here we go!"
Then I started to play
They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do
Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip of your heads
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder head
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone will bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you gout under your shirt
We'll make them pay for the things that they did
They said that teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as someone will bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
OH YEAH!
They said that teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone will bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
ALL TOGETHER NOW!
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone will bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
"LOGAN! LOGAN! LOGAN! LOGAN!"
"Logan… sweetie it's time to wake up," Mom said. Groaning I simply nodded and asked her to leave. With that accomplished I got up and picked out some random clothes from the dresser and looked in the mirror. II didn't look that bad, my outfit consisted of black baggy jeans, a tight blue shirt with black splattered on the side, and a pair of old converse to complete it. Feeling satisfied I went down stairs to the kitchen where I was greeted by the smell of breakfast food and family.
"Morning guys"
A chorus of 'morning' came from my parents.
"Hey buddy," Me cooing at my cute three year old nephew.
"Where's your mommy?"
"Here I am" making her entrance was an irresponsible teenage girl other wise known as my twin sister, Veronica.
"Hey, Logan can you find your own ride before and after school because I have to take Trent to daycare? Plus, I have to leave like right now."
"But you haven't even ate breakfast," Mom having disapproval in her tone.
"I'll eat something on the way there" Veronica said in a rush to get her son and whatever else she needed.
"Logan, please tell me you have some courtesy at least eat breakfast that your mother made," Dad said looking up at me.
"I guess," taking a seat.
Mom smiled and handed me a plate with a spoonful of eggs and a few slices of bacon. After eating I put the plate in the sink where I heard a honking sound. My heart basically sped up knowing full well what that meant.
'Bye guys see yah later" having everything I needed for school.
When I walked out of the house I noticed the black prius on our drive way. After getting in the car I was met up with a pair of chocolate brown eyes.
"Hey babe," the beautiful boy said.
"Hey Thommy," planting a kiss on his lips.
With that kiss Thommy drove out of the drive way heading for school. It was really amazing for me to strike this kind of oil in the rundown town of Long Horn, Tennessee. (A/N idk if a town like that exists) I mean you should just look at him. To say this guy was built was definitely an understatement. Thommy had muscles that would make someone like Emmett Cullen feel self conscious. His skin was a perfect caramel brown. Yet, the one thing that really attracted me was his dark brown eyes. The one thing that was really complicated about him was his personality. His emotions were like an up and down roller coaster. There are days where he is the nicest person alive, and other days where he makes you wish you have never met him before. That was the main reason why our relationship was complicated, and not just the reason that we're two guys in a relationship. Thommy and I would have been open about this if someone asked us, but there really wasn't anything to talk about.
"Logan, you okay?"
"Yeah, why?" coming out of my dozing
"Nothing you just seemed out of it for a moment"
"Well, that's why I have you, you keep me grounded" smiling at Mendez.
"Shut up" Thommy said while chuckling
When we both got out of the car, and into the school we were met up by our friend Yvonne.
"Hey, bitches" the little freak said walking up to us.
Yvonne had this act of insulting people, to make her feel intimidating. I guess you can say that it worked in the way no one would ever think of double crossing her or anyone she associated with. So, that was one of the benefits of having the resident, badass as a friend.
"Hey hoe," I stated trying to bring a comeback.
"Alright, do you two ever quit," Thommy said having enough of our constant bickering.
"Nope"
"So… Logan are you ready for your performance tonight," Yvonne smiled at me.
"Don't remind me," shaking my head out of embarrassment.
"Dude come on, you are like the only form of entertainment this town has after football season,"
"She's has a point you know" we looked back to find Veronica strolling up to us.
"Where's your son and the boyfriend?" me cringing at the last word.
"Trent is at the day care, and Alex is at the athletics office. Anyway Yvonne is right Logie you are the only thing that makes this town interesting."
I was about to say something till the final bell toned signaling us to get to our home room.
Black Horse Bar
Here we are, tonight is the night. Well, actually there wasn't anything special about Friday night. All I was doing was performing at the Black Horse. I know some people might think of that is exciting, and it is, but I've been doing this since I was fourteen, but that doesn't matter now. Right now we're doing sound check to make sure everything was in order. When the guys signaled that everything was in order that was my cue. When I walked up on the stage I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, like something was going to happen. The feeling quickly went away when I sat down on the stool and saw the audience.
"How's it going everybody?" I asked everyone at the bar.
There were a few cheers, but other than that dead silence. Not waiting any longer I decided to play the first few chords from my guitar and start the song.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkly, so kiss me
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring that flower hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me
Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me
So kiss me, so kiss me, so kiss me
After I was done everyone applauded like crazy. Then the nausea came back again, which led to the worst thing imaginable… me vomiting on stage.
Outside of the bar (third POV)
"Well, isn't he everything I said he was?" Yvonne asked two figures in the dark.
"I never knew you had such a talented friend" a woman said.
"Does he always puke right after a performance?" asked a rather large man staring at Yvonne.
Yvonne chuckled, "No, he only does that when he feels something major is happening; I guess you can say that he knew you two were coming."
"But I'm really glad that you were able to see Logan, Uncle Gustavo you to Aunt Kelly. Tell me, why do you need a singer I thought the boys were doing fine?" Yvonne asked.
"The boys don't seem like they are taking this whole band gig seriously and we need someone who does," Gustavo replied.
"Yvonne is there any way we can be able to talk to him?" Kelly asked.
"Well, here's the thing he dosn't know anything about this."
The two of them had shoked looks on both their faces.
"Look, we live in a week and the record company expects us to come back with a new face!" Gustavo yelled to his niece.
"Don't worry, I'll find a way to have him accept the offer, plus I'll doubt he'll say no," Yvonne assured her uncle.
"We have to get back to the hotel, here's my card," Kelly handing Yvonne a buisness card.
As they left Yvonne had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
'What did I just do' she thought to herself.
Whew glad that was done. I would just like to say this is so awesome having my first story on this site. And it would be awesomer (laughs) if you guys can review on stuff you liked, what i need to improve on, just your own feed back on what you thought of it. So, thanks again for reading it and I hope to see your comments and update soon. =)
-Romanov 289