Hello and welcome to the madness! Let me tell you a little about this fiction. It's from the crazy minds of Blaze and Filly. It's totally just for fun, though we did do some research for the year that it takes place - 1994. But there wasn't an abundance of research, nor is there an abundance of dramatic, beautifully written fiction. This is purely a fun fiction for laughs. Please remember that! There is a cover band of Bon Jovi called Blaze of Glory that has been hoping for a record deal for some time. The members are all college-aged, so there's bound to be tons of mischief, mayhem, and fun all around. I invite you to read on and hopefully laugh!
Cast List:
Blaze of Glory Band:
Lead Singer - Spot Conlon
Lead Guitar - Phyllis (Filly) Ingles
Bass - James (Skittery) Dennizon
Drums - Gabrielle (Blaze) Lanigan
Rhythm and keyboards: Dominic (Bumlets) Cantolla
Band Friends:
Band Manager - Autumn Knight
Samantha (Books) Simmons
Rebecca (Stage) Vechhi
Catalina (Cats) MacMillan
Celeste (Star) Piccinino
Jessica (Bookie) Armont
Charlie (Holiday) Blackett
Emily (Busy) Karol
Band Enemies:
Sonia (Illusion) Lenin
Leila (Midnight) Varzideh
Tara (Spin) Quinn
Spot Groupies:
Mary (Brenna) Mattingly
Jessica (Soaker) Bricking
Shandra (Tinker)
Jeanne (Whistles) Whistler
Fans of Non-Rock Bands:
Felicia (Firecracker) Williams
Jess (Stress) Lynch
Claire (Moth) Masterson
Colleen (Kaa)
Aurelia (Martini) Parker
-//-Chapter 1-\\-
"I wake up in the morning
And I raise my weary head
I've got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last night's bed
I don't know where I'm going
Only God knows where I've been
I'm a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind"
The 5 members of 'Blaze of Glory', all strummed, played, beat, or sung the hell of out there instruments of choice. Four college students and a pizza delivery boy; All playing like they were on stage in front of millions and millions of fans.
They say you're born in sin
Well at least they gave me something
I didn't have to steal or have to win
Well they tell me that I'm wanted
Yeah, I'm a wanted man
I'm a colt in your stable
I'm what Cain was to Abel
Mister catch me if you can"
Skittery Dennizon, overlooked, unnoticed Bass Guitarist; He strummed his guitar like no man had strummed a bass before. Yet it wasn't he that had the groupies, it wasn't he that had a new girl in his bed every night... er... day, as it usually was by the time their band finished rehearsing, or playing at one of there rare gigs.
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm going out in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I'm no one's son
Call me young gun"
Blaze Lanigan beat the skins of her second-hand drum kit, just like Tico Torres. Her blue eyes, almost moving like a blue wave over the ocean, with the beat of the music. The beat controlled and overpowered her life. She lived just for the beat. The only way for a drummer to be!
And I offer you my soul
You ask if I'll grow to be a wise man
Well I ask if I'll grow old
You ask me if I've known love
And what it's like to sing songs in the rain
Well, I've seen love come
And I've seen it shot down
I've seen it die in vain"
Bumlets Cantolla let his fingers dance over the keys of his Yamaha keyboard. Dave Bryan would be shocked if he saw the way Bumlets mastered the 'board. Bumlets just knew. He was destined for greatness... a certainty most couldn't imagine. Bumlets knew!
Filly played the lead guitar, her fingers moving like lighting over the neck of her 'Fender Strat'. Her lips pouty with her practiced 'Come-hither-and-ravish-me' look, while her mind was playing with the possibility that she was be the first female guitarist that was known as the greatest rock guitarist the world has ever seen.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
No I ain't looking for forgiveness
But before I'm six foot deep
Lord, I got to ask a favor
And hope you'll understand
'Cause I've lived life to the fullest
Let this boy die like a man
Staring down a bullet
Let me make my final..."
Spot Conlon almost swallowed the microphone with his lips. His hip was sticking out to the left, his right foot tapping with the beat, he looked more like he had a thing for Mick Jagger then as the lead singer of 'Blaze of Glory'.
Spot let the finally word draw out as he practiced his stage presence. The rest of the band had already finished the song, but Spot, the attention-seeking, microphone whore that he was, was still going, windmilling his arms like he was Jon Bon Jovi or something!
Filly, rested her guitar, Skittery followed suit, Bumlets turned off his keyboard. They all glared about Spot, and Blaze's drumsticks went flying from her hand to crack Spot on the back of the head. "SHADDUP!" Blaze called, moving out from behind her kit.
Spot shut up and rubbed the back of his head pouting mutinously at Blaze. "I'm the only thing that gets this band any gigs," Spot said pompously. Skittery scowled his patented 'I'm going to kill you' glare. Bumlets chuckled at the stupidity of that statement. Blaze went to pick up her stick, resisting the urge to whack him over the head again. And Filly snorted loudly.
"Correction. You're the only thing that gets us free pizzas anytime we want," Filly stated.
Spot scoffed at her. "Free pizzas and worshippers for the band!" he growled. Honestly, it was just hard work being Spot Conlon, singer extraordinare, and God to women.
Skittery shot him another look. "So then, pizza boy, go get us some grub."
Shaking his head, Spot packed up his microphone in a special case, which he kept safely guarded. You know those jealous singers. They might come and tamper with his property to make him look bad. "Pizza it is. 'Sides, one of my girls is working tonight, and I want to pay her a visit," he grinned cockily and strutted out of the garage.
Jumping in his white 1989 Oldsmobile, or as he called it, the 'Lovemobile', Spot revved the abused engine and sped off down the street.
While the rest of the crew put away their instruments, Blaze headed into the house and up to the second floor and into her room where she proceeded to put on, none other than Bon Jovi. There was a certain sequence in Blaze of Glory that she needed to get down, and she never knew how to 'just say no' to practicing. It was just in her blood to work that hard. She ate, slept, and breathed Bon Jovi and would have it no other way.
Skittery, Filly, Bumlets, Blaze, and their manager Autumn shared a rented house in Keansburg, New Jersey, just a few short miles from Jon Bon Jovi's house. The two-story house was crammed in a small neighborhood, but the band mates loved it. The only reason they settled on the house was for its garage space. They were all currently enrolled in Monmouth University, a college with a breathtaking campus in Long Branch, New Jersey. And then there was Spot, who decided that he didn't need college with his singing skills and good looks. He still lived with his parents and worked at the Danny's Pizzaria off Route 35.
Skittery followed Filly and Bumlets into the house and headed for the fridge. Bumlets decided to make a run to the store for a beer supply for the night, and Filly turned up the downstairs stereo as she did her best air guitar impression.
Skittery stuck his head over the top of the fridge to watch Filly jam on to an entire air stadium, on an air stage with an air band. Shaking his head he ducked back into the fridge coming out moments later arms full of food.
As he proceeded to make the biggest sandwich man had ever seen, he considered his bands mates.
He, Bumlets, Spot, and Snoddy had started the band out of high school. Planning on being the biggest thing from New Jersey since Bon Jovi. Skittery and Bumlets had then met Blaze at College.
One look at Blaze and you could tell she was a rock junkie. Although first glance you'd take her for a groupie with her long blonde her and blue eyes. Skittery had first thought her the type of girl that screamed and threw their underwear on stage.
That had been why Skittery had asked to sit in on a practise. Seeing that they were just starting out, and Spot already had a flock of groupies from high school, Skittery had decided it was time to start he's own groupie... flock. So to practise she was invited.
That's where Blaze had shocked him the first time. She'd been sitting, watching, trying not to wince as visibly as she would have liked, when the group had gone instead to get 'refreshment'. Well obviously that wasn't what they were going to do, they were going to talk about Blaze becoming a groupie.
But when they had come out, Blaze was sitting on the drum kit, the one they kept at the back for show like the were an actual band, with an actual drummer, and she was pounding the skins getting a pretty good sound from them. Seemed Blaze's father had played drums, and Blaze had picked up a few tricks. Seemed like, they needed Blaze in the band!
So join the band she did. But the more Blaze played, the more it proved the boys sucked. That's when the fights started. Then, as always, since the, like, beginning of history, one of the band members, Snoddy, drama-queen that he was, stormed off and left the band. This left the band without a lead guitarist, and positively up shit's creek.
This time it was Bumlets that came to the rescue. He took a music appreciation class at college, considering he was majoring in Music, and in his class was a girl that could 'play guitars like a demon'. Only problem was she was from like... Austria and might not be able to speak English... or ... something.
But it wasn't like they were rife with people offering to be there lead guitar player. So Bumlets, relieved in finding out that she came from Australia and not Austria, and thus speak English, offered her an audition.
Seemed not only could Filly bust a mean guitar riff from anything that looked remotely like a guitar but she was also a rock fan.
Between her and Blaze he was sure they had the entire Bon Jovi collection, not to mention all Ac/Dc on CD and Vinyl, a few Kiss, Cheap Trick, Metillica, Def Leppard, Poison, Whitesnake, Black Sabbath, Van Halen, and thanks to Blaze, all The Doors albums.
At the sound of a car pulling up in the drive, Filly ran from the house screaming, "SPOT!!" Skittery noticed a frown automatically crawling up his face, But two minutes later Filly came running back into the house, her tongue practically hanging out of her mouth, as she held three pizza boxes in front of her, like an offering to some kind of pizza god.
Gently placing the boxes on the table... slowly... slowly... she opened the lid, and with a ravenous look, she yanked a large piece of cheese pizza out and tried to swallow it whole. Spot coming in behind her with a scowl, not able to believe he was over-looked for pizza. Okay... so... like he had hundreds of groupies that adored him, and like... he would EVER sleep with Filly, but still, it was the principal of the thing.
After she'd devoured the first piece, Filly took a second, a little more demurely then before, looked at Skittery, as he watched her, and she shrugged, "Go on... eat.." Then she danced off up the stairs to tell Blaze of the arrival of the pizza.
"Pizzaaa! Pizzaaaa! Pizzaaaa!" Blaze came bounding down the stairs like Macauley Culkin in Home Alone at Filly's words, flailing her arms and all. She grabbed two slices, which she craftily stuffed in her mouth, and then grabbed two more, balanced them in her hands, and made her way to the couch to swallow her free dinner.
Later that night, Skittery was idly sitting on the couch, wondering why he could play bass with the best of him, yet his talent went unappreciated. Meanwhile Spot, whose voice needed some tuning, had women sucking his face off everyday. Filly was resting after her affair with the three pizza boxes, and Blaze and Bumlets had disappeared upstairs with a case of beer.
And thus ends chapter one! Hope you enjoyed reading!