I'm back with another chapter. Got burned pretty bad a little while ago cause I thought, hey why not play with a lighter that looks like I could cook up some crack with it, and it exploded. I'm basically typing this with one hand so have mercy on me. I'm not to badly hurt, just some cuts and burns, I should be okay. Sage put that alcohol on it and it burned like a bitch but I lived. I WILL PROVAIL! And I did….
SiriusRulez: Have we pulled the brain out of it's wrapping today? Haha just kidding, I luv ya, keep reviewing.
Metal Man: if you don't like it don't read it. I can live with one less reader I'm sure. The story wasn't written for your amusement, it was written for my own and people who like my writing. And another thing, there is no such thing as bad music, just music you don't like. Your criticism is much ignored by me and probably most readers who like my story but you are more then welcome to insult it if you want. Makes no difference to me if you read or not.
Shahi: Oh I see how it is. Can't be bothered to read today! LOL you're so much fun though. BTW you and Sirius are required to read, you two don't have a choice, XP
So I had some giggles at my very first bad criticism sense Malkavian Madness. I don't mind criticism though it makes me laugh. If you don't like my story why are you even reading? Some people are just never happy. OOOO I got a publisher! I just need to come up with a shit load of money I don't have. She read it and said it had great potential and that I was a very good writer. She said all I need now is the money and time to fix a few gramr errors (haha I spelt grammar wrong cause it's funny XD)
Wow you would not believe the amount of caffeine I took in today. I went to Starbucks today, nuff said, let's get the show on the road!
P.S. I still don't know what this black smelly marker smells like but I'm sick of it! I'm going back to Sharpy Marker, or Smells, that's what we call it on the streets…in the ghetto…where everything has nicknames and graffiti done by artistic anarchy teens with spray cans and punk six year olds with sidewalk chalk. YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE REAL WORLD!
Chapter 9
The first time the band met for music practice it was a disaster. Vivian wasn't paying attention to the fact that no one knew what they were doing with her music. All they new was what was in front of them. She was not telling them when to start at certain points, she wasn't listening to the obvious mistakes they were making, she gave no criticism, all she did was stare at Trunks. Mr. Manson was hot and she couldn't help but stare.
Trunks, on the other hand, was busy paying attention to the owner of the night club they were allowed to practice in. The clue they were practicing in was closed down during the day time but the owner had to come in to get things ready for that night. He was more then happy to let the band practice so it would give him some entertainment. It would have been great if the band knew what they were doing. The owner was 25, muscular yet slim, dark tan, dark brown hair that was cut in a wavy short style you see on a lot of soap opera's, his eyes were brown, and his voice was like velvet. The owner was hot and he couldn't help but stare.
Bailey was trying to keep in mind that while they were such talented musicians, they were still just kids and had never done something like this before, neither had his daughter. Everything was going so wrong and sounded so terrible, but they were trying, and that is what mattered, right? He sighed, he was use to working with professionals not kids. Professionals knew what to do, they knew how to work together, they knew how they had to blend together because they had already been playing together. T.J. was more interested in thinking about how he was gonna get laid all the time now. He was a badass electric guitar player and knew it. To say he had a God Complex would probably be an understatement. Lizzy was busy wondering what she should wear to their first gig.
What was Amy thinking about? Absolutely nothing. She was staring into space. Alexander was busy playing with his new keyboard. It had two boards with twice as many different songs and instruments on it. He was having fun. All in all no one was on track nor did they care to be.
Bailey had had enough. "Excuse me everyone," he snapped, "but can we actually start practice now! I mean if you guys are ready to stop acting like a bunch of children and start acting like you care about why you are here! You aren't here to kill time you are here to work!"
"Ooolala," said Lizzy, "aren't we in a pissy mood today?"
"Well none of you have done anything in the last week. I can tell, if you did we wouldn't be confused about what we are suppose to be playing, instead you are just fooling around with your heads elsewhere. Get it together we can't waist anymore time!"
"That was an awfully lot to say when all you had to say was 'you waist enough time already now it is time to work'," said Trunks.
"He's right," said T.J., "a lot less work."
"Okay, fine, whatever, let's just start with actually learning how to play the music. Let's start with something simple. You all know the song 'You Spin Me Right Round' right?" They all nodded. "Good, now Trunks, can you play that bass guitar?"
"I know a few things. I'm not as good as these two guitar players but I had to learn this over the course of one week."
"You know how to play the notes and such right?"
"Well, yes, I do."
"That is good enough. I have the bass music for the song for you. I have the rest of the music to but I was wondering if you guys played by ear or by sight?"
"Ear," said Lizzy and Alex. Everyone else played by sight.
"Well okay, Trunks I'm giving you the sheet music to the guitar anyway sense this will be the first time you actually played. You can sing by ear. T.J. and Amy here is the sheet you guys need. Now are we good to go?" They all nodded. "Vivian you need a copy of everyone's music. Make sure you listen very carefully, it will help you to write music that will fit their style, lets start with the chorus sense that is the part we will have to play more often.
By the end of the day they managed to the song revised their own way, played well enough to record, and they talked about things they could fix. Trunks came home that night exhausted. He was tired and over sung. Luckily they only needed to meet once a week. He did learn something about himself though as he looked through the music that Vivian had written. When he sung music not yet made into music it sort of put him in a moment.
His moment was a thing he only got on one other occasion and that was training. When he was in the moment the rest of the world had fleeted. Nothing else existed to him. He was alone and centered. He was the only thing that mattered and for just a short while he had no worries or troubles. It past the time rapidly and their were some incidents' when he had gone into the training room that afternoon and didn't come out until well into the next morning. True he was starving, exhausted, overwhelmed, and hurting everywhere, but it didn't matter until the moment had gone.
Music was no different. Trunks was looking over a song he had to learn by next Saturday called Mobscene and sung it in his head. He grabbed a plate of food, walked upstairs to his room, and played the words over and over in his head.
You came to see the Mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better then a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene, obscene
Vivian was brilliant with word play. Mobscene was obscene with an M at the beginning, who would have thought of such a thing. It was a song about obscenity and the mob. She was poetic in her music, in a warped kind of way, but still, their was passion in what she did. Trunks couldn't deny that he wished he had that kind of talent with words, alas, he did not. What he really wished for though was not her talent but the owner of the night club they practiced at. He would have to remember to get the mans name. In the mean time, Trunks put the music down, and wrote to a few of the guys whose pictures were in his wallet. He was a devoted penpal with a sexual appetite of a prostitute. True what he did practically was whorish but it's not like he told them he was devoted to them. It would be wrong of him to say so. He looked up from the paper he was writing on and wondered just what his mother was up to.
He hadn't seen her in a long time. He didn't like to think about her either. She had made it painfully obvious that she didn't want him around her but that didn't stop him from wondering how she was doing.
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Bulma was sitting at her table. She was sore from the night before, she was a stripper at the club she lived above. On top of that the bar tender was a fuck buddy, I really good fuck buddy, a really good fuck buddy with a nice sized piece! True, it didn't compare to the Prince that she had left behind, but at least the bar tender wasn't a total ass to her. He was grateful of her! She sighed, she wanted Vegeta back.
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Jamie fell off of the Vegeta panting heavily. Vegeta stared up at the ceiling with a smirk on his face. He wouldn't give this up for the world.
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Bulma had thought about it for many nights before, going back, apologizing, take her old life back, but she loved her new life and new lover. She would miss Vegeta but she wasn't ready to give it up, at least not yet. She would enjoy her party for a little while longer, then go home.
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Not very long chapter but it is 1 in the morning. Next time I'm gonna jump a year. Bulma decides it is time to come home after seeing something on TV that totally disgusts her. It's a chapter of pissed off party animals, jealous lovers, and total comedy and slapstick. Hooray for angry women!
