Chapter 1: Oh, Crud-sicles
Corey's P.O.V:
There were bright lights. Crowds chanting left and right. Spotlight on us. Everything got blurry for a few seconds, but came back to focus when I heard her mouth slither out my last name, "Riffin." As I regained the ability to speak, move, and see again, all I heard was the repeated chanting, "Newmans, Newmans, Newmans!" How could my band possibly top hers? This was a battle of the bands, and my band was in no way winning by the look of the crowd. I gulped and struggled to speak. "Riffin. It's your turn." was the last thing I heard before all of the molten blood rushed to my now very steamy and sweaty head and made me black out.
"Core!?","Corey!","C'mon, Corey.." ...Who was saying my name? Who was calling out for me? And why couldn't I recognize that voice? I slowly opened my eyes, everything looking quite blurry and saturated as I regained consciousness. "L-Laney?" I mumbled. "What happened?" ... "You passed out last night. We had to forfeit the battle. The Newmans won by default." She said looking quite dull. "But,I'm just glad you're okay." ... "Where's Kin? And Kon?" I asked,not knowing why my other friends weren't by my side. "Oh,they're at home, trying to cope with the fact that we couldn't win against the Newmans this time.." She said looking in my eyes. "Oh," I pondered, thinking of what to do next. "I need to go," I said as I started getting out of bed. "No! Core! You need to rest!" She argued, showing sympathy. "No,Lanes. I'm fine. I need to do something...now." I said as I grabbed my beanie and rushed out of my room, and out of my house.
I needed to find Carrie, and her band, to tell them that this wasn't the end. The next chance we'll play against them, they'll lose like every other time they have. I stormed to her house, not knowing what, or who, to expect. I stepped onto her porch, and took a good knock at the door. No one answered. And the car that's usually in her family's garage wasn't there either. No one appeared to be home. As I turned right around, a blurry, very close figure was in my face. "Why are you here, Riffin?" The figure scoffed. She came into focus, and she was just the person I came to see. "Well, Carrie, If you MUST know, I'm here to tell you that this isn't the end of my band, okay, doll?" I spitted and smirked. "My band is never going to lose to yours ever again. That's a promise." "Hm, that's REALLY interesting Riffin. Last I checked, you have a bit of 'stage fright'." Carrie said as she snickered. "Your band is none of our concern anymore, now if you excuse me, I'd like to go inside of my home." She smiled and gestured me to move aside. I did so, Carrie started to walk inside, and said,"Your little band isn't scary, Riffin." before slamming the door in my face. Now what do I do? I have no idea. I started walking back home slowly, looking at the ground, kicking pebbles here and there, thinking the type of thoughts that racked my brain.
As I returned home, I saw my bandmates waiting in my garage. They must have heard about me encountering the Newmans from Laney. Once I walked in they flooded my brain with questions I found hard to answer to myself. "Are we still competition?","Will we play at a battle of the bands ever again?","Did you make them wuss out?","Did they lose the tiniest bit of respect they had for us?" ...I couldn't answer any of those. Even to myself. "Everyone! SHUT UP!" I screamed sourly causing the questions to die down, and lied on the garage couch. "I have NO IDEA." I said looking bitterly at my bandmates. "I'm pretty confused.","All I need is some rest and time to think things through, swearsies, guys." I faked a smile as I sighed with frustration. They all took it as a signal to go, so they walked out of the garage, looking very concerned.
What was I going to do?...