A/N:
Qween: Ok. Here we go! ^___^ Me and my friend Kristen wrote this. Yeah, so
half of it's mine and half of it's hers. Oh! The main characters are Mark
Tremonti (from Creed) and Brett Hestla (form Virgos).just to tell you
that..
Hiroi: Nad they inserted themselves in it.. -__-()
Qween: ^____^ Didn't I say that already??? Oh, yeah, and the characters are
all the same age..yeah, and the guy who just spoke is my muse, Hiroi. I
have another one, but he's off working on the first chapter of this so I
can't introduce him right now. His name is Haku, if you wanted to know.
You'll meet him next chapter, which I hope to upgrade soon, but my other
firend, Nelly, or Callisto Firestarter (she's a writer on this site.and by
the way, GO AND READ HER FICS!! Well, not now, but after you're done with
this part. Oh, and just to tell you, this is just the prologue. It's short
and I know, so that's why I'm writing this long A/N.yeah.so read and please
review!!!!!! PWETTY PWEESE??????!!!!! Yeah, bai!!!!!!
Oh! And one last thing. Thank you to Nelly and Kristen, you guys are the best!!!!!! ^___^ Yeah.this is really short.. o.O well, have fun in the thirty seconds it'll take you to read this!!! Or, if you're a slow reader, 45 seconds!!!!! Heh heh heh..
Prologue
"Blah, blah, blah..." said Mr. Davis. At least, that's what it sounded like to 18-year-old Mark Tremonti. He drummed his fingers on his desk. More like fingering at the chords for the Metallica song "Master of Puppets" Mark was a normal kid. He was a great guitar player with a great sense of heavy 80's dynamics and a trick bag of guitar solos. He was also a handsome young man with dark hair, green eyes, and a hot body. You could say that he was pretty lucky, but Mark was looking for something more. He was a senior on his last day of school and was going to Clemson University. Mark wasn't going to be schooled, though. In his gut, he knew he would find a band. Wit's End had broken up halfway through the year, and Mark was devastated. He also wanted a boy/girl band to fulfill his 'sexual' needs. Sure there were plenty of girls out there, but Mark figured he'd know when the right one came along. Mark was brought out of his daydream by the ring of the bell. He and hi fellow classmates tore the room apart and dashed out the door to their cars. Mark said goodbye to his friends and some girlfriends before he hopped into his beat up black Peugeot. Just before he pulled away, a guy with shaggy blonde hair ran up. "Dude! Mark! Wait up, man!" he yelled. Mark squinted to see who it was and cut the engine. It was an old band mate fore Wit's End. "Shawn, I don't wanna talk about it, man," Mark said. Shawn was the main reason Wit's End broke up. He and Mark got in a fight, mainly because they both wanted to be the reigning guitar gods. Shawn got mad, grabbed Mark's Tara Les Paul (his first guitar) and threatened to throw it out of the window of the rehearsal space. Mark gave him a black eye, a busted lip, and a dislocated shoulder. The price he paid was his first baby, the Tara Les Paul. "I just had to give you this," Shawn muttered, and pulled a tan Les Paul out of his guitar case. Mark frowned and took it. "This is mine...thanks," Mark replied, starting the engine, and he pulled away. Over the summer, Mark kept playing, got better and started Crosscut, which was more of a hoot than anything else. But when he got to Clemson, that all changed.
Oh! And one last thing. Thank you to Nelly and Kristen, you guys are the best!!!!!! ^___^ Yeah.this is really short.. o.O well, have fun in the thirty seconds it'll take you to read this!!! Or, if you're a slow reader, 45 seconds!!!!! Heh heh heh..
Prologue
"Blah, blah, blah..." said Mr. Davis. At least, that's what it sounded like to 18-year-old Mark Tremonti. He drummed his fingers on his desk. More like fingering at the chords for the Metallica song "Master of Puppets" Mark was a normal kid. He was a great guitar player with a great sense of heavy 80's dynamics and a trick bag of guitar solos. He was also a handsome young man with dark hair, green eyes, and a hot body. You could say that he was pretty lucky, but Mark was looking for something more. He was a senior on his last day of school and was going to Clemson University. Mark wasn't going to be schooled, though. In his gut, he knew he would find a band. Wit's End had broken up halfway through the year, and Mark was devastated. He also wanted a boy/girl band to fulfill his 'sexual' needs. Sure there were plenty of girls out there, but Mark figured he'd know when the right one came along. Mark was brought out of his daydream by the ring of the bell. He and hi fellow classmates tore the room apart and dashed out the door to their cars. Mark said goodbye to his friends and some girlfriends before he hopped into his beat up black Peugeot. Just before he pulled away, a guy with shaggy blonde hair ran up. "Dude! Mark! Wait up, man!" he yelled. Mark squinted to see who it was and cut the engine. It was an old band mate fore Wit's End. "Shawn, I don't wanna talk about it, man," Mark said. Shawn was the main reason Wit's End broke up. He and Mark got in a fight, mainly because they both wanted to be the reigning guitar gods. Shawn got mad, grabbed Mark's Tara Les Paul (his first guitar) and threatened to throw it out of the window of the rehearsal space. Mark gave him a black eye, a busted lip, and a dislocated shoulder. The price he paid was his first baby, the Tara Les Paul. "I just had to give you this," Shawn muttered, and pulled a tan Les Paul out of his guitar case. Mark frowned and took it. "This is mine...thanks," Mark replied, starting the engine, and he pulled away. Over the summer, Mark kept playing, got better and started Crosscut, which was more of a hoot than anything else. But when he got to Clemson, that all changed.