Hey everyone! Listen, I might or might NOT be able to make by christmas so bear with me a bit longer. Oh! for those who want to know the song from last chapter, it was "kick out the jam" MC5. I don't own Regular show or its characters, but own a few ocs. And to all my friends at school, good luck on finals!
Chapter 8
10 years later,
Another show. The audience applauds as usual. The band meets together after the show and goes out to a night club, laughing and getting stinking drunk. The next day, go to the studio to record their songs. This time, however, was different.
"An album?" asks Benson.
"Yeah! They want us to go to Denmark next week. After we perform, they'll take us to record our first album! Isn't it great?!" Oggy says with excited enthusiasm. Up till now, their songs had only been put on radio, so they were overjoyed when Oggy came in with the news.
"Hell! Why'd they wait so long?" Gunner states.
"Maybe there are monkeys running the joint."
"Nahh, they're not monkeys."
"Why not?"
"'Cause monkeys are smarter than you." Oggy then tackled Gunner to the floor where they wrestled. TBP watched, laughed and nudged Benson to laugh with him. He didn't respond.
Benson had long drowned out the actions about him and drifted into his thoughts when he had heard a certain word. The place they were going to. Denmark. His home town Denmark, he bet.
"You ok Benson?" said a sweet, soft voice. He snaps back to reality and notices Coach standing in front of him holding a glass of water. "You seem pale. Here, have some water." She hands him the glass and he nods a thanks.
He and Coach had really grown over the years. While Benson hadn't changed much for wear and still stood at the height he'd been since he turned 16, Coach had blossomed into a tall beautiful cat-woman with many fashion trends. Looking at them now, barley anyone could tell they used to be tramps.
"So. You packed yet?" Coach asks everyone. They all looked at her as if she was crazy. They only got the news today, and she already asks if they're ready?
Denmark,
Benson walked through the familiar neighborhood. Floods of thoughts and questions went through his head. It hadn't changed by much. The only thing twenty years could do to the town was change the people. New faces bring new smells. Especially that guy on the curb. Pew!
He finally stopped in front of what he was looking for. The old 2-story house. His old home-prison that he had endured ten years of hell. Dealing with idiots, being brought down, taking a beating here and there for no reason, made to think he couldn't be alive if he didn't yell. The place he had promised he would never go back to.
It was empty.
The house looked like it had never had been lived in. Windows broken, trash everywhere, molding walls, it was awful!
Benson asked a jogging passerby what happened. The man asked why. Benson told him he was an old relative.
"Oh, well then. The family that lived here encountered bad luck after bad luck. First their no good son goes missing," Benson started to hate him, "then the pipes of the old house wear out and flood the place." That explains the mold.
"What about the family? What happened to them?"
"Hmmm. Last I heard, they moved away and never returned."
So….they are gone, Benson thought to himself.
Benson waited for the show to start in the practice room. He still thought about the house. How sad it looked. How sad it made him feel. He shook off the feeling when he heard a knock on the door. "Hey." Coach says as she walks in. "Are you ready to show off that drum solo?"
"Yeah. I guess…"
"What's wrong? You've been like this since we came here." Coach snaps.
"It's just that I've been in deep thought, lately. Especially since we're here of all places." Benson explains.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because this is my home town."
Coach understood everything after Benson explained to her that walk he took. Seeing the house for the first time in years and how his ex-family had left. Coach sat with him thinking about it. "Did you…did you want to find them?" she finally asks.
"No! I-I mean I…Sigh. I don't know." He says honestly. Coach then punches his arm playfully.
"Tell you what. After the show, we'll go snooping to see where they went. Then you can decide." Benson could agree to that.
Benson's drum solo consisted of a 150 piece kit. It was to be the most epic solo in percussion of all time. The world thought of it, but no one could perform it. Then their band "Hair to the throne" (they changed after a while) got hold of the sheet music, and all agreed Benson was the one to perform it. He had agreed and then went to hell and back 100 times over to perfect it.
Now let it begin! Click, Click, Click, Twirl.
He got through each set with ease. Performing what people longed to see happen that others couldn't produce. None ever imagining it could be preformed like this.
The secret that the others before hadn't realized was that it wasn't the instruments that made it possible. It was the placement.
Once placed right, Benson added a few twists to keep the beat going and make it more challenging and thrilling. For instance, he rode a skateboard down a line of xylophones and other instruments as a way to keep the beat. As for thrilling, He placed in a sky-cage his main drums and a gamelan and had an enormous gong attached to the bottom.
When he dropped the gong, he was lifted up and was spun around. Many times when it happened in practice, he would get sick and throw up. Luckily he was able to hold it.
Then he began to get faster. He was preparing to end the song now. He reached down and shifted the lever so the cage began to drop. As it did, Benson suddenly felt pain and closed his eyes. Fiery pain in side. As if his skeleton caught on fire. As he opened his eyes… FIRE!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The sky-cage hits the gong. A huge explosion ensues. No more fire. Just the enormous crater left by the impact.
Coach and the others run over to the smoldering Benson. Nothing like this happened in rehearsal. Oggy and the others tell the audience to go and get help while Coach and Danny check on him. Danny tries to sit him up while Coach keeps trying to talk to him.
Barley conscious Benson looks at Coach trying to make out her words. He finally starts hearing her voice as it suddenly got louder. "Ben…! Are…u….k?!" was all he could make out from her. He was going to slip away. So trying to sit up, he hears the ambulances and before passing out he says, "I feel on fire." Darkness befalls him.
Benson got visitor after visitor every day he spent in the hospital. He never liked the visits because they were mostly fans. But he was happy when his real friends visited. They haven't replaced me yet, he would say to himself as a joke.
Once Benson was out of the hospital, the group went out to celebrate. The sat in a famous restaurant that served the best 'all you can eat' around. After they all grabbed a plateful of food, Danny places something rapped up in front of Benson. He looked at it funny.
"If you're looking for a date, take it up with the millions of fan girls that stand in line." Benson comments in a childish behavior. Danny just rolls his eyes and opens it. "Holy crap! Is this what I think it is?!"
"Yep! It's 'Hair to the Throne's first album!" Coach exclaims happily. She hugs Benson and he winces, his burns still stinging. He just smiles and lets them have their moments.
After his first plate was emptied, he waited for his stomach to settle, then went for deserts. His hand reached out for a cake desert as he was watching his friends goof around, when another hand had grabbed it. So both of them held onto it.
"Hey!" they both said together, then stared at one another. Benson looked up and down the owner of the other hand. The owner looked like a female version of his model. She had long, blonde hair and was dressed kind of fancy for the restaurant. Her gumballs were the same shade as his.
Benson blushed then let go of the plate. "Sorry. You can have it." She, however, kept staring in a confused way. He didn't know why, till she first spoke.
"Benny?"
The nickname hit him hard as he remembered a little girl that bothered him every day. Following him everywhere and asking about everything about him. The little girl gave him all kinds of nicknames. One of them being Benny.
"V-Veronica?"
MG: Blast From The Past!
Me: could we not do this. I have to go to bed.
MG:TO HELL WITH SLEEP! I DON'T EVEN...*snore*
Me:...Review please. (lays down and falls asleep).
