Tweek POV
How do I get myself into these things? I looked over the music sheet of paper that Butters had given to us-us, which was just a-a list of what you needed in order to play in the Band-which didn't even have a name yet? First you needed some kind of talent or be able some kind of instrument, second you had to pay 50$ membership fee and that doesn't included the tax. The one named Eric Cartman groaned as he grew annoyed with waiting for me to turn my drum set which was not easy, I-I don't like practicing, playing or drawing attention to myself in front of people it's too much pressure! My hands shake badly at the very thought of it causing me to nearly drop my drum sticks as I tired to force my myself not to pull my hair, " Hurry the fuck up tweek! We don't have all fucking day!" Cartman yelled slamming a first on the table he was currently sitting at, next to my new friend or …only friend butters. Butters placed a hand on the tall scary football player after a few minutes Cartman calmed down just a little, but not much, it didn't make me feel at all at ease if anything it only scared me more, Cartman finally took his set back down with his arms crossed glaring off to the side as butters gave him a warm smile then turned back to me and gave me a wave as a single to go on, " EERRR!" I think the government's chip that was knocked out of my head, is back in place! OH GOD! WHAT IF THEIR WATCHING ME RIGHT NOW?
I shook my head, trying to focus as I took in a shaky breath then let it out, and started to play Butters old drum set he let me borrow for try outs as I read over the music notes, and lastly 'whatever Instrument you play Cartman will choose the song out of random', which is way too much presser! Because-Because I only played drums for like a year in band class-class and I left when I had a freak out during class and no one wanted to be around me! Which reminds me how much I –I don't want to do this but Cartman threaten to beat my teeth in like he did at foot ball if I didn't try out.
I would still twitch every now and then, but the more I played, the more started getting into the beat and even started to tap to the beat of the music as I started to pick up speed, h-hey this isn't bad! And-and I don't feel like I'm going to have freak out, the n-noise didn't bother me at all! I'm sure b-but I almost feel happy? I think this as I finished with my final note as I hit the golden symbol to my right, I looked to find butters and Cartman with their mouths hanging open. OH-OH! Was I that bad!? Aw man ! I AM SO DEAD! I should have nev-
" that was amazing tweek!" Butters cheered after he gotten over his shock and was now jumping for joy and smiling all bubbly, to which Cartman shook his head when he noticed , " Ay, don't be fag butters! " " oh I'm sorry Eric" Butters rubbed his knuckles together shyly stopping his jumping and cheering focusing all his attention on Cartman, " go-go ahead Eric!" Butters said with a smile only for Cartman, who seemed to turn a full 100 as he blushed hard at the very action but turned away acting like nothing happened or at least tired too, maybe he's beginning controlled by the government too! OH SH-SHIT!
" er…right" he said coolly and cleared his throat and focus back on the task at hand then gave me a cold stare, I'm starting to re-think my last statement on Cartman working with the government, " I guess your fucking in" Cartman waved a dismissive hand as if talking to a slave, this seems to make butters happy as he shouts with glee and then hugs Cartman, " thank you Eric!" " B-Butters! Stop! Errr…whatever fag"
Butters just giggles at the comment, while Cartman shoved me to the side, " alright! Alright keep it fucking moving! We're on a time schedule !" He yelled as Butters looked over the list, "alright, next! Keep it moving! "He ordered and sat back in his seat with his feet on the table as butters read the name on the list.
Token POV
"I can't believe it, there was a guitar in my family's basement"
I uttered surprised as I held the purple and black bass guitar with my thin fingers. Cartman didn't seem so surprised, the raciest fuck, " I told you token!" He rolled his eyes and sounded as if I said the dumbest thing in the world, " Okay token, give us a smooth bass line" I blinked and stood there, was he kidding? I never played bass in my life! Much less touched a guitar, " dude I don't know how to play guitar" I simply explained hoping they would see the problem, however Cartman just faced palmed and groaned at my comment, Butters just seemed just as confused as I was, " for fuck sakes! Token! How many times do we have to go through this, you ARE BLACK! –" I cut him off, " I'm getting real sick of you and your stereotypes" " Cartman just scoffed at that, " FINE YOU BLACK ASSHOLE BE AS SICK AS YOU WANT! JUST FUCKING PLAY THE SONG! GOD!"
I rolled my eyes annoyed and sighed, well this can't get any worse. So I started to play the bass guitar as I run my fingers threw the strings, Suddenly before I know it, I was playing a bass solo. I didn't even know how to play a bass solo! "God damn it" I murmured realizing Cartman was right, " okay we have our black bass player!"
I glared at that comment, Butters on the other hand clapped with a easy smile still in place trying make light of it. I shook my head in pity, I feel bad for Butters for hanging out with that asshole, "Alright fags Band practice is this Friday in the break room, everyone including the Jew-" Kyle who was reading up until now gave Cartman a cold glare as if telling to him to shut the fuck up you fat fuck, Cartman ignored him and put on the most shit eating grin I've ever seen, it was his trade mark, " what do you need me for fatass?" Kyle yelled. Cartman turned full red for a moment but then he smiled, " we need a jew to do all the counting and fileing Kyle" He said simply, Kyle finally stood up and stormed off after grabbing his math book with an unimpressed look on his face.
Kyle POV
" KAYLE! WAIT-"
I ignored him, Cartman/asshole tired to stop me but I slammed the school exit door in his face as I walked out, screw that fatass! " come on kayle! Don't leave on us!" I turned and glared at him, my green eyes were on fire and would melt his fat head off if I had the chance, " and why not!?" " cause…we-we need a manager?" Cartman threw the most fake ass smile I had seen all day, " you what?" I asked not sure if I heard fatass right, " you want me to be the manager for your band?" I asked again and narrowed my eyes at the fat asshole that stood before me, does he think I'm really that stupid? ! he gritted his teeth, " Yes you god damn jew!" I crossed my arms and glared, I do not trust cartman and I never will, not even on my life. I was about to tell him to piss off but he cut off, " I'll give you 50% of the cut!" Cartman shouted but then uttered, 'oh shit' and covered his mouth, your fucking kidding me? right? Fucking greedy ass hole, I knew he was only in it for the money! I gave him the death glare however I stopped as the wheels in my head started to turn as I reminded myself 'all the dirty work had to be sneaky' and so far it was working, I sighed after a few minutes pounding it over, I look up and grabbed his hand, we shook on it but as soon as I felt something sticky touch my hand I pulled back, " what the fuck!?" I looked down to find the orange cheesy poof dust that covered my hand. My eye twitched at how gross some people can be, I shook my hand trying to get the Cartman germs off me, " Okay if I'm going to be manager! You gotta cut down on the cheesy poofs lard ass!" I yelled already wanting to throw up from the mere through of cheesy poofs! " I'm not fat , I'm big boned! I do what I want!" " If I'm the manager you have to do what I say dumb ass!" Cartman blinked as if he only just know realizing what he just did, he screwed himself, " aw shit.."
Cartman POV
Was I angry? No far beyond that. What do I have to be angry about?
Son of bitch! That mother fucking ass greedy Jew, I don't know how he did it but he screw me over, I-I'm gonna kill him! I'll- no if I do it now that will mean I lose a chance at winning the hard core cash prize and my hard work will be for nothing and if the Jew leaves then those other mother fucking losers will catch on sooner or later and leave me behind (except butters maybe, but I don't fucking bet on maybes!)God damn it! I greeted my teeth, " fine! I'll cut back on my fucking sweets-" I said with a fake smile, " and you have to stop calling me a greedy ass Jew and you can't call my mom a bitch!" " AW COME ON! Your mum nearly killed us all when she brought the end of fucking world! She's just asking-" The JEW glared and sighed, " fine! I promise I won't call your mom a bitch-" "and?" I sighed again sighed and my smile started crack, " I won't call you a Jew" I promised but then whispered under my breath, " as much…you bastered" Kyle pressed two fingers at his temple and fixed his glasses, " whatever! if where done then I'm done, my ride is here!" he started to walk to Stan's old red car that his dad got him not too long ago, "email me the paper work and we'll meet up in the break room on Friday! And you better be there fat ass!" Kyle got into the car with Stan and they drove off.
I stuck my hand into my black pants then stormed back in side nearly breaking the door, I fucking hate that jew! I looked around and found that token and tweek had already left while me and Jew were talking, I also found the little fag getting ready to leave as he packed all his books into his gay hello kitty back pack ugh...'Lame' while he held the clip board in his small hands, "AY! come on butters!" his baby blue eyes snapped on me, " we're fucking leaving!" I barked loudly at him and I didn't have to ask twice as he started to run, " w-wait uh, Eric! I'm coming!" He yelled as he moved his long slender legs with his cargo pants hugging his sweet little ass- I slapped myself of those faggy thoughts! I can't afford to catch the gay from butters! GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME CARTMAN!
Butters is a faggot and does not have a nice ass or sweet, and it is not tight! "took you long enough!" I barked at him, " I'm sorry Eric" he looked down as he rubbed his knuckles together as a sad look over takes his soft face and oh god, the fag going cry. Normally I would be jumping for fucking joy on any other day but for some reason I felt-what the fuck is this? Do-do I feel bad for butters. YEA, RIGHT! I just-I just don't wanna see a pussy like butters cry because he is such a pansy, yup that's totally fucking right and I can't have a pansy hanging around me. I placed my large hand on his slender shoulder and groaned, " alright claim the fuck down, stop the water works!" I said trying to claim the fucking cry baby down, which was easier said then done. I placed my free hand against his cheek and wipe the light clear tears and- was he blushing? "no more crying, okay?" I asked softly looking him closely, "okay" he answered softly, ' so cute' we were mere inches apart, my chest was beating so fast that it almost felt like there was a steam hammer in my chest, I looked away and cleared my throat, "we-we need to get going before KFC closes" I stuttered, that was so lame.
" Hey fags" a deep voice spoke.
"AH!" Butters jumped screaming like a girl and I snapped my head to the very person who dared called me, Eric T Cartman a Fag. In front of us stood a tall raven spiked haired gay mother fucker with fucking pointy demon ears and crimson fire lifeless eyes. I gave him my trade mark death glare that scared everyone! Except maybe Kyle but he is a jew so he didn't count as people, " The FUCK you want!?" This guy seemed to have no effect by it and he wasn't a Jew ether, he almost looked board!? " yea...right?" He picked at his ear, "I'm here for band try outs?"
I snorted, yea right! Like hell he was! I turned to butters who was looking through the sign up papers, probably trying to find this ass hat's name, " um that's funny? Er your not on the list-what-what did you say your name was again?" Butters rubbed the back of his neck not sure what to say, I on the other hand smirked my shit eating grin, "oh so sad, too bad" I said in a sarcastic matter. Suddenly his eyes glowed a demon like color but it was only for fucking second-what the fuck!? Was I seeing things!? "check again, it's under Damien" He said coolly as he tucked his long black hair behind his pointed ear showing his large skull gauges which butters stared in awe of for a minute, tsk! Yea whatever like I give a fuck who butters stares at, I don't know what it is but I hate this guy even more, I do not feel envy to this asshole he's preventing concentration from my slave, I elbowed butters lightly who blinked for moment before shaking his head and out of his thoughts, ha! I knew it he was thinking about that dill-hole! Not-not that I care or whatever! I just can't have butters fucking up on the job, a good slave is a hard working slave as Hitler once said, " oh-oh! There it is! In red ink! " Butters smiled up at the emo fag called Damien who crossed his arms in a cocky matter over his heavy metal shirt that read in blood, 'FUCK ALL BUT METAL' with a skull that had a black snake poking out the eye socket" what-what!? Let me fucking see that!" I grabbed the papers from butters and looked over them over five god damn times...no fucking way, that-that wasn't there before! I swear it! I gave a cold glare at that son of bitch, damnit if I refuse him then Butters will go off and tell Kyle then everything will fuck up! " gee-gee Damien that's a pretty cool t-shirt you got there" Butters said trying to not sound over joyed or too grossed out by the t-shirt the emo fag was wearing, I however hated it , no matter how bad ass it looked along with his gay ass ripped black jeans. I rolled my eyes , " er, thanks I guess?" He shrugged still not giving a shit and we walked back sitting down at the desk while growled to myself, "let's get this over with! Play the fucking song-" "I brought my own" Damien pulled out a crumbled piece of paper and handed it to butters. Butters took the crumble sheet of paper and tired to smooth out the wrinkles and then timidly started to bit his soft lip as his baby blue and green eyes danced over the music sheet, his long blond bangs brushing over his eye lashes. His honey comb hair was long and went passed his ears almost touching his shoulders, Butters god fucking damnit...it's so obscene that the very act hit me straight to my crotch. It goes from soft to achingly hard in a fucking short time! It's not my fault that Butters has a body of a teenage girl, it's not GAY. Butters is a faggott ...well he's as close as he came to be looking like a chick without a pussy to fuck. Hell, Butters even could give all those bitches at south park high a run for their money. I groaned as I tired to hide my hard on as best as I could as Butters smiled sweetly at me (damn these hormones) and handed me the music sheet he had been reading and I slowly I took it and read over it trying to not move too much, "uh, Eric-Eric it's not that bad, it looks almost like one band went too last weekend" I had to agree, it was one of the many songs that we did enjoy that wasn't some gay ass hip hop singer that Butters used to listen too but thanks to me and little bit of breaking and entering. My hard work payed off nicely, " this is ...Metallica?" Damien nodded, " the very best" he answered with a shrug as he hooked up his black and red goat demon guitar and started to tune it. Normally I would say FUCK NO! Because I choose the songs it was in the papers! For Christ Sake! But It was Metallica, the top kick ass metal band in south park, "Eh, I'll allow it but only because you have good taste" I confirmed. Damien just rolled his eyes "yea, can I start?" I blinked and then glared , I'm getting real sick of his attitude! Emo fag! I flipped him off.
Butters POV
I made a face, I wish Eric wouldn't do that to people! It's just rude! I huffed and rubbed my knuckles together til they turn white but smiled, " um you can-can start any time!" I said to Damien...I feel like I've heard that name before? I-I think my old friend pip who I see around school from time to time when I'm not hanging out with Eric spoke of him before, Pip explained that he met Damien Beelzebub Thorn in grade school and they didn't en-end on good terms as he put it, Damien at the time was a transfer student and as rules are if your gay or new you gonna get picked on by Eric and the other-other fella's. Eric really can be ass-licker some-sometimes which is why I don't let him push me around...as much like he did when we were younger so I understand what Damien went through however from what pip told me Damien wanted the other fellas in our class to like him so it would end the bullying and came up with an idea as to how get others to like him which is why he didn't hesitate to turn Pip into a firework display, to his surprise it worked became poplar and no one messed with the son of Satan again. Damien soon had to move away after that, at first Pip told me he was mad but couldn't get too sore at him because he just wanted a friend. Time pass and everyone nearly forgot about him until rumors started to spread about new teen coming into town, He sure had change that's for sure, he no longer cared if what anyone thought about him and Pip tells me he gets asked out a lot but always turns them down and mostly hangs around Pip as-as Damien called him his human slave or on rare accessions would call him a friend, Damien would make Pip wait hand and foot for his every need it was very rare you saw one without other. As high school hit Pip said he would start get sinful thoughts when Damien was near, Pip was taught by the golden rule by his grandparent's he could never be touched before marriage or by any-any boy for that matter. They made it clear that Pip would be damn to heck if he turned up gay. My folks would probably sent me back to that bi-curious camp again, if-if they knew the truth...I sighed, seeing no point in fighting what I already know, not that it mattered, I didn't really like-like anyone, Kenny was the only crush I had on a boy but now. Heck! I would get grounded for dating period. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I realized I had forgotten where I was for moment, er! Oh r-right! The band tryouts! focusing on the matter at hand, I watched as Damien started to play fast and hard on his black eclectic guitar, as he started to sing 'am I Evil?' By Metallica. Normally this music isn't my cup of tea that is until Eric forced me to listen all those songs one night when we went to see Metallica and I bought their T-shirt and CD. Eric comes would come over when I'm grounded just to listen to it, I kinda feel closer to him now. Sort of. You get use to it after few days and the ringing in your ear goes away, it's not that bad of music.
Damien's fingers worked their way across the strings quickly , no hesitation, he was so fast. Going all out on the weird demon guitar as he started to sing, "My mother was a witch, she was burned alive Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried Take her down now, don't want to see her face All blistered and burnt, can't hide my disgrace" "Twenty-seven, everyone was nice Gotta see em make em pay the price See their bodies out on the ice Take my time " He started to head bang, his jet black hair moving up and down.
"Am I evil? yes, I am Am I evil? I am man, yes, I am "
"As I watched my mother die, I lost my head Revenge now I sought, to break with my bread Taking no chances, you come with me Ill split you to the bone, help set you free Twenty-seven, everyone was nice Gotta see em, make em pay the price See their bodies out on the ice Take my time Am I evil? yes, I am Am I evil? I am man, yes, I am, On!" He continued to run his fingers up and down his guitar they moving so fast it almost sounded like the Devil-Devil himself aw-aw hameburgers , "with the action now, Ill strip your pride Ill spread your blood around, Ill see you ride Your face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neat Like a double dozen before ya, smells so sweet "
"Am I evil? yes, I am Am I evil? I am man Ill make my residence, Ill watch your fire You can come with me, sweet desire My face is long forgot, my face not my own Sweet and timely whore, take me home Am I evil? yes, I am Am I evil? I am man My soul is longing for, await my heir Sent to avenge my mother, sweep myself My face is long forgot, my face not my own Sweet and timely whore, take me home Am I evil? yes, I am Am I evil? I am man Am I evil? yes, I fucking am Am I evil? I am man, yeah" He started playing the guitar solo behind his head and with his teeth? Huh? So-so cool!
Cartman POV
Fucking emo fag Show off tsk... I sat crossing my arms huffing.
Butters POV
After he finished the song, Damian face was glisten with a bit of sweat, with his left hand he comb through his hair causing his hair to shake and sighed. Wowie! That-that was so as Eric would say Bad ass-ass! But If I say it out loud I'll-I'll get grounded, my folks don't like it when I swear so-sorry for the language. After a few minutes I guess-guess it started to get on the fella's nerves, he started to annoyed, "okay...so, that's it?" He said annoyed. Eric finally stood up, " well you are an asshole Emo fag and went against everything I fucking told you!" Eric roared, I started to bite my bottom lip as I watched the scene played out, oh-oh hamburgers! Er-Eric sure does look mad! If looks could kill, Damien would probably be dead however this didn't seem to faze Damien at all, " yea, what's your point asshole?" he asked in monotone voice as he crossed his arms testing Eric's temper. One minute Eric looked as red as tomato then next he bore his trade mark shit eating grin or the 'I'm about to fuck someone over' grin and held out his hand, " I like your fucking attitude, we could use a guy like you" this seemed to surprise Damien and me too with the sudden mood change, he glared at Eric's out stretched hand and looked as if he pondering over something, " yea right" he muttered but shook Eric's large hand then let go. I sighed relived and smiled brightly as we started to pack up our things, " b-band practice is this Friday!" I reminded Eric who yelled it at Damien, " hey Emo fag don't forget!" " bit me human scum!" Damien hissed back annoyed, but above begin the son of satan-satan he seems like a swell guy and he said he would be there, he packed up his things then lit a cigarette as he left out the front door and exited into the parking lot to meet up with Pip as Eric and I followed suit.
