Allie and I were sitting on our couch, her hair now completely blood red. We were in our warpaint and our Black Parade outfits, as we had just finished our last day of filming the music video. Two weeks of editing and our first music video would finally be out! We were proud of ourselves.
"Yo, get your computer out, so we can make a Vlog." Allie said, eating one of her nutty buddies. I got my computer out, turned on the camera, and pressed record.
"Hey, everybody. It's Danny and Allie, your resident guitar extraordinaires. We finished recording our album about two and a half weeks ago after a month of recording and we finished making our first music video, Welcome To The Black Parade. See our outfits." I said, and we stood up, showing them our outfits. We kinda matched. We sat back down.
"We have had quite a few productive weeks. Nutty Buddy?" Allie handed me one. I nodded and took a bite.
"Oh, hey. We have a new obsession. Chocolate. Come on, let us show them our supply." I said, picking up my computer and heading to the kitchen. Allie opened our pantry and I directed the camera inside.
"See, we have hot chocolate mix, various forms of candy, and a whole bunch of other crap that will probably end with us being overweight. Now to the refrigerator!" Allie exclaimed, heading over and opening our refrigerator door. I put my hand on the edge of the open doorway.
"We have readily made chocolate milk, and other refrigerated chocolate foo-" I was cut off by Allie, who had walked over to the table to get something, and who had tripped on her way back.
"Crap!" She cried, running into the open refrigerator door. The heavy door slammed right in the middle of my left hand. I heard and very painfully felt something crack in my hand.
"AAAAAHHHHH! MY BLOODY FREAKIN' HAND! THAT HURTS LIKE A MOTHER FUDGER!" I yelled, holding my hand to my chest.
"Oh, crap, Danny, I'm so sorry! Let me see." Allie said, trying to look.
"Don't touch it! Ow, dear Lord almighty, that hurts!" I screamed, hopping around, clutching my hand ever tighter to my chest.
"Dude, did I hear something snap?" Allie exclaimed.
"Yeah, you did! Take me to the hospital! Right now!" I yelled, doubling over.
"Okay, um, I have to take Danny to the hospital. Bye!" Allie said, pressing stop. She took me out the door and down to the parking garage. She opened the passenger side door for me before climbing in her side. She started the car and headed for the hospital.
"I am so sorry, Danny! I swear, I didn't mean to!" She yelled, turning to look at me for a second before turning back to the road.
"It's fine Allie. It wasn't your fault. These things happen. Just drive before I kick your butt!" I yelled. She sped up a little bit more. Unfortunately, we got pulled over.
"License and registration please." The police officer said after Allie rolled down her window.
"Here. Just let me find it. Danny, can you-" She took one look at me and said, "Never mind." She started rummaging in her glove box.
"JUST HURRY UP! I HAVE A BROKEN FREAKIN' HAND FOR THE LOVE OF EDDIE VAN HALEN!" I yelled angrily, about to get out of the car and tell the cop off.
"Oh, you have a broken hand. Well, go on ahead, just don't go too fast." The officer said, waving us on ahead. Allie started driving again. We finally reached the hospital after what seemed like forever. We ran into the hospital and up to the front desk where the nurse, a middle-aged woman reading a magazine, looked up.
"I think she has a broken hand." Allie said calmly.
"Something cracked, of course I have a broken hand! I need to see a doctor before I break my other hand, destroying everything in this place!" I yelled, clutching my hand tighter as more pain shot through my hand.
"Dr. Williamson, report to room 322, we have a patient who's sure she has a broken hand." She spoke calmly into a phone. Some dude in a nurse's outfit showed us to what I presume to be room 322. A middle-aged dude with blonde hair walked in carrying a clipboard and wearing a doctor's coat.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Williamson. What's with the getup?" He asked, looking our outfits up and down.
"We're in a rock band, The Forgotten Dreams. We just got finished filming a music video today." Allie explained.
"Ah, so I presume you're the one with the broken hand." He said, looking at me over his glasses.
"Yes, now please fix it!" I exclaimed. I sat down on the little table type thing, looking around the completely sterile, way too bright white room.
"I'm going to have to look at your hand to tell where it's broken. So, what position are you?" He asked. I held out my hand slowly, careful to disturb it as little as possible.
"Lead guitarist. OH, CRAP! I'M LEAD GUITARIST!" I yelled as the implications of having a broken hand would apply to me. Allie's mouth dropped in an 'o' shape.
"I'm so sorry, Danny!" She exclaimed as I almost slapped the doctor for hurting my hand.
"Well, it's definitely bruised. I see that you realize if you have a broken hand that you can't play guitar." He stated calmly. "We need to X-ray it." He led me and Allie to an X-ray room where I was just praying and praying and praying that I wouldn't have a broken hand. The guitar was basically the air that I breathed. While I was in there, I noticed that Allie called somebody.
About thirty minutes later, Allie and I were sitting in room 322. Suddenly, a crap load of people rushed in. Among them were Vincent, Jay, KC, Derek, Jazz, Booth, Angela, Hodgins, and, who confused me most, Dr. Brennan.
"Allie told us that you're hand is broken! Please tell us that that isn't true!" KC exclaimed, still in her 'getup'.
"Indeed she does. No guitar playing for her." The doc put my X-rays on one of those things that light the X-rays up. "You broke your scaphoid, capitate, and three of your fingers. You'll have to keep bandages on your hand for six to eight weeks. You would have to have a cast, but your breaks aren't that serious. Now, hold still." He started wrapping my hand while I was grimacing in pain and wondering why the heck he didn't give me any pain medication. He then handed me a piece of paper.
"What's this?" I asked, feeling painfully aware of everyone staring at me.
"It's a prescription for pain medication. You can get it at your local drugstore. Come back to see me in three weeks. You may go now." We left in a huge group, attracting much attention. Vincent walked with me.
"I am so sorry about your hand. If there's anything I can do for you, let me know." No factoids. That had me worried.
"Thanks, Vincent, but I'll be fine." What a lie. No, I wouldn't be fine! When a guitarist breaks her hand it's basically the worst thing that could ever happen! If it was my right hand then I wouldn't mind, because I could still play, but I can't play if my left hand is broken! It's not right!
"Are you sure? Oh, did you know that the first Halloween movie was made with a budget of $325,000?" There are the factoids that I know and love.
"I'm absolutely positive." We reached the car.
"Okay, well, I'll see you tomorrow right?" He asked. I nodded, kissed his cheek, and got in shotgun.
"Now we need to go to the pharmacy before I kill you all! My hand is in freakin' major pain!" I very well might have killed them all anyways, but I realized that once I regained full use of my hand, if I killed them then I wouldn't have a band to play with.
"What are we going to do about the six concerts that we have scheduled?" Derek asked from the back of the car. That gave me one of those oh-crap-this-just-keeps-getting-worse feelings.
"I don't know. I guess we'll have to cancel." KC responded. I instantly started shaking my head.
"No. That's not an option. Think about all of our fans! I guess we'll just have to find a replacement until my hand gets better." I reasoned. They gave a collective shake of the head.
"No, no, no! We are not playing without you. You are irreplaceable, however temporary it may be." Jazz said. I looked back at him and gave him something that was an attempt to smile but ended in a wince because I accidentally hit my hand. Jay pulled into a a pharmacy and pulled into a parking space.
"Well, thanks, Jazz, but we can't just think about us, we have to think about our fans too. They would be crushed!" I exclaimed as we all got out and walked into the pharmacy. It was only then that I realized that it was Kroger's.
"No, Jazz is right. Besides, no one could play with us like you do. And, our next concert is in three days so we couldn't get the word out, find a replacement, teach them all of our songs, and learn how to play together in that amount of time. That would take at least five weeks. By then, you would only have one week left with your bandages." Allie said. I realized that she was right, but that didn't stop me from trying to think about other alternatives. We walked up to the drug counter and got a weird stare from the clerk before he got a look of recognition on his face.
"You're the Forgotten Dreams! I love you guys! So, what brings you here?" He asked, trying to act all cool like, but he was trying too hard and almost fell out of his seat.
"I broke my hand, so I need pain meds. Now, before I break somebody else's hand!" I demanded. He got a little scared and took the prescription from my outstretched hand.
"I'm so sorry. But, you're the guitarist! Lead, too. They never break their hands!" He exclaimed, handing it to some dude in a lab coat.
"Yeah, well, it happens a lot more often than you think." I grumbled grumpily while Jazz muttered 'Grouch'. Try saying that three times fast. We quickly got out of there and went back home. I decided to just add on to the other video, so I started another Vlog.
"Hi. You remember where the video left off with me breaking my hand? Yeah, this is what it is now." I held up my hand and gasped dramatically. "Yeah, it sucks because we have to cancel our next six shows and I can't play guitar, so I'm really peeved off right now. Oh, that reminds me, I'll be right back." I walked into the kitchen, got a bottle of water and my meds, and walked back to the living room.
"These are my pain meds. I need to take two like right now." I did as such. "That's better. Did you know that the first Halloween movie was made with a budget of $325,000? Yeah, my boyfriend just randomly spouts out factoids. That was a recent one. Oh, I forgot to tell you guys! I have a boyfriend. His name is Vincent, he's adorable, and he's British! Jazz, Allie, and I are going to a guitarist's convention. Slash is supposed to be there, so I'm really hoping to meet him. He's my favorite guitarist ever!" I explained.
"Okay, another topic of interest. Fanfiction. I understand if you want to write a story about the band or something, but there has to be some ground rules. Okay, no pairing one of the girls with another girl or one of the guys with another guy. None of us are gay. Stop with the inner-band pairings, please. And, I have a boyfriend now and it's not fun when he randomly comes up to me, asks me about a Fanfiction where I'm dating some nonexistent dude, and I have to spend twenty minutes explaining that it never happened. So, if you could stick to those ground rules, that would be great." I requested, sticking my right thumb up.
"Due to the fact that my little brother gave all of our other siblings the flu, they couldn't come to visit us when expected so they're going to be here in a couple of days. Well, I'm going to wash my warpaint off and take a shower before my meds wear off, so I'll talk to you people later." I turned the camera off and did as I said.
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This year, my birthday was right before the guitarist convention, so our families were able to be here for it. We held the birthday party at the Jeffersonian on the platform. We had cake and then opened my presents. I got a new guitar from Allie, the new iPhone from my family, Black Sabbath, Master of Reality from Jazz, Blizzard of Ozz from Derek, a new Motley Crue t-shirt from Jay, and a KISS t-shirt from KC. I opened Vincent's present last. I opened it and saw an acoustic guitar.
"Thanks, Vincent. It's really cool." I said.
"Look at the signature at the bottom." He said, pointing to it. I looked at the bottom and saw 'John Lennon'. My mouth dropped open and my eyes went wide.
"He used it in the movie Help! when they were singing You've Got To Hide Your Love Away." He said, looking at me hopefully. I did the only thing that could be expected. I screamed, ran around the table, and tackled him.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! John freakin' Lennon! He's one of the ones who inspired me to play guitar! Thank you!" He was patting me on the back awkwardly.
"My grandmother's first husband worked on the sound crew of their movie." He said, finally trying to pry my arms from around his neck because I was kind of choking him.
"Holy crap, Vincent! You're the most amazing person on the face of the planet!" I removed my death grip, pecked him on the lips, and went back to staring at my John Lennon guitar!
"Happy birthday!" Everybody yelled again. Best birthday ever.
A/N: Hey! Sorry for not updating in so long.