"I finished it, guys!" I declared proudly, shrugging my backpack from my shoulder, and triumphantly pulling from it's depths a sheaf of papers.
"Did you really?" Jerome looked up from his rather uncomfortable seated position on an amp. He was tuning his Gibson himself for the show, refusing to let the roadies do it as was their job. Jerome is just like that, you know. Maybe you don't.. Oh, well, I guess it's not so weird. I know that Chad has a thing about his kick pedal being treated like one of the band members, and Jon…
"Yeah, I finished it!" I continued, taking a seat next to Drew on one of the larger Fender amps, "Just thought I'd come down here and tell you."
Tim gave an appreciative laugh. He was the one that had come up with the idea that I should write it all down, keep a record of all the things that had happened to us that last summer, and now he looked so proud he prolly thought he was the one who wrote it.
"Well, lets see it, Darlene! Come on!" Chad took a step closer from his former position leaning against the backdrop, and tried to take it from my grasp. I didn't let go, and held on firm, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Maybe in a sec. You guys have a gig to play!"
"Thanks, 'mom'." Jon drawled in his best, 'geez your pain in the neck' voice, "Come on, we've got at least two hours! It's not that long, is it?"
Drew finally seized the papers, besting Chad in the game of grabbing, and flipped through them while I fumed silently. No fair. He was bigger than me.
"Looks like a freaking novel." The guy said, grunting.
"It is a 'freaking novel' thank you very much!" I snapped, making a grab for the papers, but Drew stood up, and held them over his head. He's also a lot taller.
Drew laughed, and danced away, flipping back the title page, and began to read aloud.
"Well, Tim said I should write everything down that happened to us on Mata Nui and in the World of Bionicle. Jerome says I might as well, due to the fact that no one is going to believe that it happened anyways, and it would make a great fiction story, even though it's real. Jon wants to help me out on it, Chad does to. And Drew? Well, I dunno. I think he has Jerome's view."
Anways, what happened to us was, well, really weird. And Random. That's the best way I can put it, unfortunately, My high school Creative writing teacher would kill me if she saw this intro. What a piece of crap, right? I don't care. It gets the message across. What you are about to read is unbelievably NOT fiction. It is real. We have the memories, and the scars, in some cases. Me and Switchfoot. Yeah. That was the weird part. The random part is coming up."
"Fine, you win." I growled, taking my seat again, "You can read it."
"Victory!" Drew gave Chad a high five, and sat down to read my narrative.