The Block Estate

Massie's Bedroom

Sunday, October 17

2:00 PM

Melody, neatly, laid out seven tee shirts on Massie's bed. One tee shirt is the "example shirt" which is the tee shirt that Melody will be using to teach the girls how to make a rock shirt into a fitting women's shirt. The eighth, Melody's Nightmare Before Christmas one, was still in the bag. That one was a women's shirt.

"Claire, I just knew The Beatles and The Rolling Stones would be perfect for you!" Melody beamed, holding up a T-shirt in front of Claire. "And Massie, AC/DC and Guns N Roses look too perfect. I was debating whether I should get it for myself, but…well, it looked good on you, and I'm just sooo nice, so yeah."

"Well, what did you get for yourself?" Massie asked her in anticipation, as she tried to catch a peek at what Melody had bought herself.

"Ahb-viously Led Zeppelin, and then Iron Maiden's The Trooper," she answered, sounding nonchalant.

"What's the example shirt?" Claire curiously asked.

"It's a very simple Black Sabbath one-there isn't much on it, so we can do so much to it. I suggest you not use it, though, it won't look that great in the end…"

"Why do we need two shirts?" Massie asked.

"Why are we playing '20 Questions'?" Melody snapped. "I'll explain everything ah-gain," she huffed. "We have to incase we either: a) mess up or b) you change your mind."

"Oh, okay then," Massie answered, not really knowing what to say. I wonder if this is how Kuh-Laire feels around me, Massie thought to herself.

"Now, so you girls can get the idea of the kind of music you'll be listening to, I'll plug my iPod into my iHome, over there," she explained, as she pointed to the place where Massie's Bose CD player used to be. "I'll start out with my Black Sabbath songs."

"Why Black Sabbath?" Massie interrupted.

"Be-cause, that's the first shirt we're working on," she stated, as if it should be obvious. "So you guys don't look like hypocrites-I hate, hate, hate hypocrites-I'm gonna force this music on you, so you at least know what you're talking about."

Instantly, Massie's room was filled with the sound of rain, pouring on a deserted street. Then came some thunder, and a church bell; the thunder got louder, and then the bell started to die down. The room was filled with the sound of roaring thunder, and guitar and drums took the place of the stormy sounds, and the bell was heard faintly in the background. Finally, a slow voice, which sounded like Ozzy, started to sing. It was, in a way, slow paced, but it began, slowly, to pick up, and it sounded more and more like a metal song.

"Massie-Massie-MASSIE!" Melody could, faintly, hear the sound of Kendra's voice coming out of the intercom. She instantly lowered the music, and told Massie that she thinks her mom is calling.

"Mom?" Massie pressed the button and spoke into the speaker on the little white box.

"Honey, what's that music you're listening to?" Kendra began to interrogate Massie.

Massie knew where this was going, "Why, is it too loud?"

"No, honey, that's exactly the kind of music I need for Saturday," Kendra exclaimed into the intercom.

"Kend-Auntie Kendra," Melody began, before Massie could get another word in. "This song is by Black Sabbath-when they were with Ozzy Osbourne, you know, in the verrryyyy late 60s," she explained.

"Oh, perfect, Melody, honey. You're such a great help," Kendra praised her. "Can you tell me what the song is called?"

"'Black Sabbath'," Melody answered, quickly.

"Yes, I got that, but I need the name of the sooonnggg." Kendra's voice was strained.

"Yeah, and I gave you the name of the sooonnggg," Melody snapped, and mimicked Kendra. Massie and Claire began to snicker.

"So, the song is the same as the band?"

"Yes! Finally, you understand," Melody sighed.

"Oh, well, thank you," Kendra said, sounding irritated.

"No problem," Melody replied, getting the last word.

Nobody really said a word, and the only sound was the song that had just started. It was much faster than the other one. Fast paced guitar was coming from the right side of the room, because it was only coming from the right speaker. Then, as the bass and drums kicked in, the room was blasting with music, and Massie couldn't help but wonder if they could hear her-Melody's-radio in Claire's guesthouse.

"Can we work on the shirts, now?" Claire asked, breaking the tension.

"Sure," Melody answered. "Kay, first, we need this." She lifted her GREEN IS THE NEW BLACK tote bag (same as Massie's-Massie was proud of that). "In here, we have everything from Designer Matte Polly Lining fabric, to Bijioux Satin Charmeuse Fabric. We've got Designer Cotton Fabric, Designer Wool Blend Melton Brick-you name it, I might have it. No, but seriously dude, I've got well over 30 types of fabric here."

"And you fit that all into one tote bag?" Massie asked in awe.

"Nope, four," Melody stepped to the side, revealing a Twilight tote and next to that, a Prada Nappa.

"There's only three there," Claire pointed out.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Melody snapped. "The other one is right behind the mannequin."

"Well, why'd you do that?" Massie asked.

"To confuse you," she sarcastically replied. "I did that, because that one's got my best stuff in it. It's got the best fabrics, old clothes that don't fit me, et cetera."

"Oh," Massie said. "Well I like it." Massie was looking at the black Chanel tote. It was beautiful, and Massie felt stupid for getting the white. Hers was the exact opposite, color-wise. The bag in the corner was black quilted leather, with the white logo, a large open pocket in the back, and five silver feet at the bottom.

"Yeah, isn't it cute?" Melody asked Massie. Was she asking for approval? Massie thought.

"Yeah, I have the same, in white," Massie replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Oh, I saw that one. I liked black better," Melody then dismissed the subject. "Alright, let's get started."

As they worked on the Black Sabbath shirt, they listened to the rest of Melody's Black Sabbath songs. Then, Guns N Roses (which was only five or six songs). Next was The Beatles, and then, finally, Led Zeppelin. It was, actually, fun, and Massie and Claire were really enjoying themselves. Massie was feeling better than she had felt in a long time.

When the shirts were done, the girls were so proud of them. Even Massie thought they were cute. Plus, the fact that they did it by themselves made them so proud that they needed to show off. Melody in-sisted that they don't go around wearing them, just yet, and that, if they must show off, then they show off to their parents. So, at least this way their parents know what they're wearing to the party. Melody, also, thought that it would be a good idea for Massie and Claire to wear their shirts on Monday. Massie, of course, agreed. Not only did her cousin approve, but it's a great way to start a new trend.

"Melody, are you sure I should wear AC/DC to school?" Massie asked.

"Yes, I, personally, think that the Guns N Roses came out better. Claire, I think that The Rolling Stones came out better, so you two should save those for the party," Melody explained.