Hey Guys, Thanks for the review I got. Sorry I didn't put any author's notes on the last one. Just to say one "very" swear word at the end (just a warning).
So lets do this properly: I don't own any of the characters, just the story line. Please R&R.
So, on with the story.
As the day wore on, the bohemians were mostly in the auditorium that had been especially made inside the Heartbreak Hotel. The massive room was made up by a huge stage where a drum kit was already set up. About 10 bohemians were doing stuff up on the stage. Within the room there was a huge sound booth which was right at the back. It was raised slightly and it had a massive lighting deck.
Scara was on the stage, standing to the right and slightly forward of the drum kit.
She was setting up her guitar stand that Bob had made for her. Although many of the songs they used had guitar solos, some didn't, so he'd made her a stand so she could take off her guitar whilst still on stage.
"Hey Scara!" Bob said brightly.
"Hi Bob thanks again for the stand." Scara had thought that just because she was mad at Gaz, didn't mean she had to be mad at everyone. A sign of her growing up, she privately thought.
"Glad I could help our guitar chick….. Oh, erm. Sorry, sorry!" He said quickly to keep the peace.
"Don't worry Bob- Oh. My. God!"
Everyone around them jumped because of the force she's said those last words.
"What Scara?" Bob asked tentatively.
"What? Oh, oh, sorry guys. Don't worry." She had to get out of there.
I'm becoming nice! That can't be good?
As she walked around the Heartbreak, she headed toward the nearest emergency exit without even thinking. She decided the fresh air would do her good and once she got outside, she walked across the wasteland unconsciously headed toward the van, where Gazza's and her own lives had both changed forever. And so she was back to Gaz.
Gaz.
Galileo Figaro.
Her Gazza Fizza.
Nice thought.
She sat down on the old mattress. One whole year it had been. She thought back to that day. The God's of Rock had been with her when she first yelled at Gaz. They had known she and Gaz were supposed to be together. They had been destined to be attacked by Meat and Brit.
Meat and Brit.
Even after a year it still sounded right.
Meatloaf and Britney Spears.
How was it that after only knowing the original rebels, (as she thought of them) for a few days, 2 days at the most, she had loved them like a family? Brother and Sister. Not like her own blood sister, the Teen Queen Janine, who had reported her to Khashoggi, but like how it should be.
She thought about Meat. In the last year, she and Meat had become closer than ever. It had been Meat who'd helped her to develop her bohemian fashion sense. Meat that dyed her hair every-so-often. Even Meat who'd helped her with contraception. She could ask Meat anything. It didn't sound like much, but it proved to Scaramouche that she and Meat were best friends. As she said, sisters.
But one question Scara could ask was how Meat had coped the last year. At the beginning, just after Wembley, the bohemians had an unspoken pact not to leave Meat on her own. Until one day Meat had got really angry and screamed that she needed to be alone. Since then Meat seemed to have improved but, as always, still drank and smoked too much.
As Scara sat there in silence, thinking about the people she loved, she noticed someone was talking. Well 2 people chatting, sounding very cheerful. As Scaramouche snuck further into the van to be more hidden, the 2 people walked past. A guy and a chick.
When had she started using 'chick'?
One of the voices, the girl's, sounded vaguely familiar. She couldn't think who it was. It was like for a dream.
I swear I become more like Gaz everyday.
But the guy's was even more familiar. Much more so.
The she saw him.
Fucking Hell-
BRIT.