The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #4
Pen Name: Missus T
Pairing/Character(s): Alice/Bella (BFFs)
Rating:T
Word Count: 500
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"Beeeeelllllaaaa! Are you ready? We're never going to get a good spot to hear the band!"
I groaned and continued flat-ironing my hair while she whined.
"This band is soooo good! They're called 'All That Jazz,' cuz the lead singer's name is Jasper, and they're totally going to get a recording contract. We'll be able to say that we've been fans since...Well, since now."
She said that about every band she dragged me to see. It didn't matter if we were in Seattle or Forks, Alice was sure she had an ear for the next big thing. She never really followed up on any of her new finds, so there was no real way to be sure, but I was pretty confident none of her bands had made it big - or had ever been offered anything resembling a recording contract.
"Are they better than the Porno-maniacs?"
"They're better than the Pornos. The Jazzy's blow them out of the water."
"What about the Serpentine Snakes?"
She groaned. "So much better than them!"
I knew if I kept her talking she'd be too distracted to realize I was making us late. We wouldn't really be late. In fact, we'd arrive at the club before almost anyone else.
Then Alice would assess the empty instruments on the stage and find a strategic place to make camp. She claimed to have an intricate system for making her decisions, but it all came down to the hottness scale. And, more often than not, hottness trumped musical talent. The hotter they were, the closer we danced.
"Oh. My. God! Stop getting ready already!"
Alice had finally realized just how much time I'd wasted. She stomped her stiletto clad foot and started pulling me out of the bathroom. Luckily, I was ready to go. I was just fluffing my hair and, well, wasting time.
"And to think, I was going to try to introduce you to the hot bass player with an amazing jaw and l-o-o-o-o-o-ng fingers."
"There's a hot bass player?" They were my kryptonite. Rhythm and long-as-sin fingers. And this one was hot? UNF.
"Nope." She pursed her lips and shook her head as she handed me my wallet. "I'm not saying another word. You're on your own, hooker."
"Come on, tell me more! He's not blonde, is he? You know I've sworn them off."
"Fucking James," we both muttered, then grinned at each other.
She sighed and started pushing me out of the apartment. "Not blonde."
She paused dramatically, and I rolled my eyes.
"How do you feel about gingers?"
I stopped in my tracks, my body giving a little shudder, and she ran into me. "Are you kidding me?"
"No, B, he's a fucking trifecta. Why do you think I let you dink around so long getting ready? You're going to love him!'
She ran past me down the stairs, and I was suddenly excited to go check out this new band, the Jazz Monkeys or whoever they were.
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