Chapter 2

Finally, we arrived at the diner and ordered our food to go. I brought my guitar out of the van and started to play one of my songs; Lizzy was listening and drew me playing. Francis managed to find a girl to flirt with and Antonio charged his phone enough to text Lovino…probably. Then, after our food came, that's when we went outside and started having problems.

"Gilbert! Get your guitar out of my face! It'll ruin my looks~!" Francis complained, pushing the guitar away from his face as he tried to flirt with the pretty tan waitress in the skimpy 60's waitress outfit. She had long brown hair and bright yellow eyes to compliment her light tan skin.

"Why don't you flirt somewhere else beardy?" I snapped, very attached to my guitar, but not as much as how much I love Lizzy.

"Oh you want to go albino? I'll take you!" he said, standing up ready to fight, right there, outside the restaurant.

I gave my guitar to Lizzy and stood up, "I'll fight you, the awesome me isn't afraid." I snapped, looking Francis straight in the eyes.

Antonio placed his cell down and stood up, "Mi amigos don't fight! We can work this out!" he said, standing between us. "Gilbert, why don't you move over some so that you don't hit Francis and Francis, why don't you talk to the young lady at a certain angle so that you aren't getting hit? Hmm?" he smiled unsurely.

Luckily Francis and I both agreed and did as what Toni said. Antonio doesn't like it when we fight so we try not to most often. But even if we do fight, we still remain friends. We mainly fight because of masculine instinct. Ever heard of American football? It's a tackle sport to satisfy the male desire to fight. Amongst friends, it's never anything serious. Soon Francis was back to flirting with the chick, Toni went back to texting, and I played my guitar while Lizzy listened, watching happily as she heard my awesome playing.

As I started to play an awesome guitar solo, a man walked by in a suit and shades, "Wow, you're good." He commented.

I stopped and looked at him, smiling a bit, "Thanks, I know I'm awesome at this," I gloated.

The man chuckled, "Yeah, you could possibly play in the local battle of the bands." Francis stopped flirting and started to listen. Antonio slowly started putting down the cell phone. Lizzy started smiling and looked to me.

I gleamed with excitement, "Really? Are you joking or are you being for real? Because with a comment like that, I'll do it,"

The man nodded, "Yes I'm telling the truth. With talent like that, I'm sure you'll be "awe-some"." He chuckled, "If you can create a song to play, you'll have a pretty good chance of winning." He smiled.

I grinned from ear to ear as the others started to smile, "Awesome! Thanks dude!"

The man nodded and walked away. For the first time in my life, I felt like I could do anything. Francis and Antonio congratulated me, Lizzy kissed me while I just sat there, thinking about my future that would be awesome. My future would be filled with music, money, and fame.

Finally I came back to reality and spoke, "Guys, I wanna start a band." In that moment, when Francis nodded, Antonio smiled, and Lizzy was holding my hand, I knew that we could do it.

This was the day that I started our band…

Dysfunctional Revolution

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