"Feels like you made a mistake
You made somebody's heart break
But now I have to let you go
I have to let you go
You left a stain
On everyone of my good days
But I am str…
"Stop, stop." I shouted. Nate stopped abruptly. " That was no good."
"What now," whined Nate, "we've been trying to do this for two hours now. What the hell is it now?"
"Sorry, it's just that it needs more passion." I lied. I actually stopped because I couldn't stand Nate's voice. It was getting annoying.
"Alright should we try it again?"
"No, no," I shouted. He glared at me. "Um, I just don't want you to lose your voice for tomorrow you know?" He thought about it, then he nodded in agreement.
He jumped of the stage to get his stuff. I was about to tell him that we weren't done, when our drummer covered my mouth. "Don't you dare say anything." He whispered. I glared at him when he let go of me. "I can't take another minute of that guy."
"Don't be mean," I hissed, "he isn't that bad."
He laughed disdainfully. He looked towards our bass player. "hey, Damien, Charlotte here says that Nate isn't that bad." He pointed at me.
"Are you deaf? I need Advil." He said touching his head with his palms.
"If we go to that fair. They're going to throw us out with bullets." Jaime said poking me with one of his sticks.
"I have the greatest idea ever," yelled Damien, making Nate turn to us. "Why don't we let Charlie sing first?" I froze for a second, then jumped when Nate shouted.
"WHAT?" He marched towards Damien, angry.
Damien took a few steps back , putting his hands up. " Well, you know, so she can warm up the crowd. Get them ready for you."
Nate stopped for a second then, turned to me. "One song and one song only." I nodded in agreement. I didn't like to sing in front of an audience. I felt like I was going to get a panic attack. But, Nate loved audiences, to him it was like being at home.
My thigh started vibrating. It took out my cell and looked at the caller I.D. it was my mom. "Shit, what time is it?"
"It's six thirty." Answered Jaime looking at his watch.
"Crap I'm late. See you guys tomorrow. Don't forget, at the Square Garden." I grabbed my bag and sprinted out of the auditorium.
***
My mom was waiting for me outside of the bank. She was biting her nails nervously. When she saw me her face went from relieved to mad. "Where the hell have you been? I've been waiting here for almost an hour." She was annoyed, which was rare. She was always patient with me.
"You know you could have gone in without me." I raised my eyebrows, and giggled when she rolled her blue eyes at me.
She shivered when she looked up at the bank. "Ready?" She asked me.
"You sound like we're going to rob the bank." She ignored me and pushed open the glass doors.
The guy behind the window was typing away on his computer, he didn't notice me and my mom. I rapped on the glass. He looked startled at first then composed himself into a gloomy expression. "How can I help you?" My mom quickly disposed her check under the window.
"Um, I'd like to put this into my bank account?" She sounded unsure.
"Name?" he mumble.
"I, um, Harleen Quinzel." She looked at the man anxiously.
"Okay." He printed out a piece of paper, "please sign here."
I was taking out a pen, when a gun was fired.
People started screaming and shouting. I grabbed my mom and pulled her down to the floor with me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen, welcome!" A taunting voice shouted.
I heard my mom give a small squeak and when I looked at her all the blood had rushed out of her face.