This is the totally cliche, totally badly written, but totally (im hoping) awesome story that i am actually posting for once.
Hi...so this story sucks...sorry. i dont even know why i published this...
please just review honestly! im a younger child turned middle child. I can take any and all criticisms! Alright umm...so yeah I'm terrified. No one has ever read anything that i've written unless its for school... Let's just get on with it...
"Hey hey hey!" JJ chanted bouncing up and down in front of me.
"Hey hey" I replied dully.
Mondays suck. How can anyone have any energy at seven in the morning on a freaking Monday? Well, maybe we should ask the girl jumping up and down in front of me.
"You're coming to the club today right?" she asked hopefully.
"Nope. Tomorrow is the performance. Today is just rehearsals like usual. Just a bunch of us slamming out other people's songs in my garage."
JJ patted me on the back before fake-pouting. She understood how I felt about not being able to sing my own songs but we only got to hang out after school every Tuesday, when my band and I preformed at the club she works at. And before you go all cray-cray about how we are to young to be drinking and stuff, it's a teen club type thing with a small stage, a dance floor, and a soda bar.
"It's not like it's a shocker, gurl! It's on the same day every week for the past year!" I said.
"Yeah! But Boss-man says y'all are allowed to sing whenever you want there! It brings in more customers."
"Yay. Now I'm an advertisement for non-alcoholic teen club." I stated dryly.
"Well!"
-After school-
We just finished playing Brick by Boring Brick by Paramore when we stopped for a break. That was the fifth song we had done in the last hour, practicing until it was perfect.
"Uh, so Max." started Fang.
Fang was the lead guitarist in this band, The Flock, and he had an amazing voice for the guy parts and did backup for me. He was really tall and muscular and tan and had awesome onyx eyes and matching hair. To sum it up, he was a super sexy guitar player. And my best guy friend.
"We kinda wanted to talk to you." Iggy, the drummer/rapper (when we needed one) of the group continued.
He was Fang's twin but also his complete opposite with pale skin, pale blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. He was ripped to but didn't look it. At all. I guess he was cute too, but you would have to ask my sister on that one.
"We were wondering how you would feel if, uh, we, uh..." that time it was Sam, a tall blonde dude with green eyes. He was really cute but not muscley at all. Not flabby, just no definition. Bleh. Turn off! But he did rock the bass…..which made up for his lack of abs. so he's really cute too.
Damn. I am in a band of all cute guys. How had I never noticed this before? Oh yeah, cause I had only ever seen the totally oblivious, but totally sexy and awesome Fang. Not that he would ever see me that way.
"Woulditbeokwithyouifweprefor medasetwithoutyoutomorrow." Iggy rushed all the words together.
"What? Oh, yeah, totally fine." I lied.
Truthfully, it hurt a little that they didn't want me up there with them.
"We just think that it would be great bonding time for us guys, ya know? Three guys in a band, with a tight relationship." Explained Sam.
"A broship." Iggy added. Fang punched him and glared. "You agreed not to say that."
"You didn't make me bromise. Any promise can be broken, if you had made me bromise, I wouldn't be able to break it." Iggy reasoned.
"Guys, its fine." I interrupted, "I'll just chill with JJ instead. She's been complaining about how little time we spend hanging out."
"See? It will all work out fine. One or two or eight gigs without you and that's it." Sam said hugging me.
"What?" I asked. I raised my eyebrows at them, "How many are we talking here?"
"2 months if tomorrow works out. That's only eight times, Maxie."
"You guys. If y'all don't want me in the band, just say so. Honestly, boys are so impossible." I said.
"And yet you hang out with us every day for like three hours in your garage. And besides, we only want you to wait a bit, before singing with us again." Iggy pointed out.
"Fine." I stopped at the door on my way out, "Just remember. I don't wait." And slammed the door behind me.
Did I just get kicked out of my band? Did I quit? I'm so confused and we were low on chocolate. Damn. Well, only one thing to do right now.
"MOM! WE ARE OUT OF EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING CHOCOLATE! AND I NEED SOME STAT!" I yelled from my place in the kitchen.
"HAVE NUDGE AND ELLA BRING IT HOME! THEY JUST LEFT THE MALL ANYWAYS!"
"OKAY THANKS MOM!"
I dialed Nudge since I knew Ella would be driving. Nudge was a terrible driver but had a sweet car so it worked out for them.
"Nudge. I'm confused." I told her.
"Eat your chocolate! We will be home soon!" she said quickly.
"We're out. Mom says to tell you to buy some."
"On it! Ella! We need chocolate for Max! Pronto!"
I could hear the tires swerving dangerously through the speaker before the beeper noise told me she had hung up.
Ten minutes later, the bell rang.
I opened the door to see Ella standing there sheepishly with Nudge, both holding large Stop and Shop bags stocked with Hershey's.
"I forgot my key again." Ella said.
I grinned before my composure slipped and a few tears started leaking out.
"Oh Chica!" Nudge said grabbing me in a hug.
We situated ourselves on the couch, "Now share." Said Ella handing me a king sized mild chocolate bar.
I told them every little detail of what the guys had said. It only took a few minutes but I was ready to actually sob when I was done,
"I don't know what I'm going to do without music. Singing I mean. It's like my whole life. It means so much to me and even though they never let me sing my own songs, they are my friends and my band and without a band, how am I going to sing?"
Nudge hugged me again but pulled back, "Hey! What if you got a new band? An awesomer band? One that you could sing original songs in and everything!" she exclaimed.
"That's would be great, but who would be in it? I'm not exactly popular!" I said sadly.
"Well, I play drums! Iggy taught me. And I have heard Ella play keyboard before, she's a-freaking-mazing! And JJ wanted to quit her job anyways, so she could play guitar and you could sing! Plus, we all know how to sing, so we could all do backup when it's needed and sometimes you could play the instrument while one of us sings! I have some really cool song ideas that I was going to show you so you could help me with rhythm and stuff!"
I looked at Ella, who nodded enthusiastically, "I like it! A girl power band! I'm in if everyone else is!"
I started another chocolate bar to clear my skull. "Hmmm…why not? It could totally work, plus we could all hang out more and stuff."
I took another bite and stroked my imaginary Dumbledore beard, "Let's do it! I say we call JJ now! But we can't tell anyone we started yet, okay?"
"Started what?" asked JJ as she burst through the door.
"How is it that she always remembers her key but you don't? You're the one that lives here." I asked Ella.
"I basically live here, I just don't sleep here." JJ pointed out.
"Plus she probably just smelled the tons of chocolate we just bought." Ella added.
"Touché." I said.
"Started what?" JJ pressed reaching for one of my precious containers of vanilla Betty Crocker frosting. It's not chocolate, but it tastes better than the chocolate one, so I slapped her hand away and handed over a snack bag of mini Oreos.
"A band with original songs featuring me as the lead singer, Nudge as drummer, Ella as keyboardist, and you on guitar." I replied.
"Cool! I just quit anyways. Shit pay. I got more money each month when I was five, and was still given an allowance. But aren't you already in a band, Max?"
"Was." I corrected, "They wanted to do like eight gigs without me even being in the same room for their rehearsals. So I kinda told them that I don't wait and stormed out, which I'm saying is a break up. They can get a new female vocalist when they need one."
"So what happened when you kicked them out of your garage? I mean it's your house and they are all your instruments." JJ asked grinning.
At that moment, a loud chord vibrated through the house.
"Are they still here? After saying that? Hell No! They aren't your band anymore, we are, and they hurt you so they are leaving now." She said, "No one messes with my unrelated almost sister and gets away with it! We don't have to tell them we have a band now, but they need a new place to practice."
She stood up along with Ella and Nudge and dragged me to the door.
"They're still my friends!" I protested.
"Well, we also need an excuse to kick them out so we can have practices." Nudge said.
"Fine, but I'm staying here." I said stubbornly.
They shrugged and went inside anyways.
FANG POV
When Max ran out, we all looked at each other.
"She'll come around. She always does. Music is like her life and we can talk to her later." Sam said.
I knew he was right, but I felt bad. I feel like we won't ever get Max back. She was super talented and really pretty and I, umm….we, needed her and her beautiful Latin-American tan honey colored skin and sun streaked brown hair and liquid chocolate eyes. Yeah, I liked her. Is there a problem with liking your best friend who was a girl when she didn't know how you felt and probably would never feel the same way?
You Know what? Don't answer that. I'm whipped. I know.
Stupid Iggy and his "Bronding" (Bro Bonding).
Anyways, I shook my head to clear my thoughts and focused on Linkin Park's lyrics. About a half hour later, we stopped again to discuss the set list for the café gig tomorrow when we head Max arguing outside.
A few seconds later, JJ, Nudge and Ella burst through the door.
"You need to get out. Now." Said JJ menacingly.
"Why? We still have an hour of practice left." Sam said.
"Max isn't in The Flock anymore, so you have no right to use this garage or her instruments for that matter." Nudge added.
"WHAT?" Iggy shouted, "We need her! It was only for a little bit! She said she didn't mind."
"Well," JJ started, but got cut off.
"Well, I do mind. You people just took me and stomped all over me. I want you out. I want to stay friends but I'm not in the mood to hear you guys take it for granted." Max cut in appearing suddenly beside them.
"You think that just because we are friends, means that I will forgive you every time? That I'll let you use MY instruments for a band I'm not a part of anymore. You people basically just kicked me to the curb and went on like what went down means nothing.
Well guess what? It ment something. It ment that I don't want you using my instruments. I don't want to see you using my garage. And I don't want to be in The Flock anymore. So have a nice rest of the day."
Max ranted.
I stared at her with my mask up, "Fine. But good luck with the whole music thing without us." I said coldly.
Why did I say that? Now she's gonna think that I hate her or something! Crap! See this is why i dont talk much! I almost always say the exact opposite of what I wanted to.
Her face fell a little when I said that.
"Fine" she replied, "good luck with your threesomes. Or is it Brosomes cause you're so tight and all? And good luck finding a new female vocalist if you need one again." she stalked back into the house.
Nudge, Ella and JJ followed and Nudge started up about a movie night. I glanced at my brother. He and Nudge kind of had a thing for each other but never went for it. I wonder if this would affect their relationship at all. Although probably not, Max would want Nudge to be happy, even if it was with (dare I say it?) my brother. He is such a pyro spazz.
Anyways, we were going to need a new place to practice and a set of instruments. I had a guitar at home that I sometimes used but we were going to need new drums, a bass, and we need a keyboardist. Whenever we need one before, Max played and sang so it was never a problem. Well, now it's a problem.
_the next day_
Max said she wasn't mad but she stuck with the girls all day and usually ignored us. Well except Iggy. He probably made her chocolate chip cookies and begged for forgiveness. Also, like I previously mentioned, he and Nudge liked each other, and Max wasn't one to block her friend's happiness without a super duper mega good reason. She said hi to Iggy in the halls but other than that. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
The girls were always whispering quietly amongst themselves and cut off as soon as anyone got to near. They would completely move if any of us tried to approach them. They were planning something.
_After School_
We managed to dig up some cash to pay for new instruments (read as: we begged our parents to give us all the money) and we even got a keyboardist. He already knew all the songs we were playing so he was joining us on stage. His name was Dylan Guther-Hagen, he looked like a surfer, and he was a senior. I really don't like him, but he's good, he's temporary, and he's replaceable.
Anyways, I noticed Max didn't show up like she said she would but I also saw that JJ wasn't serving coca cola or those gross capachino things either so they were probably chilling like Max said yesterday.
I really missed her presence on stage though. It was really powerful and bold yet graceful at the same time. She always knew exactly how to hold the mic and when to move her feet. She didn't move a lot, we had agreed to that when we started the band that too much dancing might end up being a problem. Especially if it was a girl and she is totally- you know what, I should learn to shut my brain up.
Plus, I'm pretty sure Max can't dance. So No dancing a lot and no original songs. I missed watching her hair bounce around her head when she jumped up and down fist pumping or spun in a circle or something. Actually, I just missed her in general. She is refusing to speak to me at all and it's slowly eating away at my insides. Gah! Damn chicks!
i fell like im going to regret this based on other authors reviews but...Review?