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Infinite Setlist:
1/1 - Brain Eno
Just - Radiohead
1/1 - Brain Eno
"We need two more...two more..." she replied readying her hands on the bass.
Two more.
"Where did you get that." asked Dennis pointing at her Rickenbacker.
She didn't answer, but her face gave it away.
Her father.
"How long have you been playing it?"
"Since we met each other."
"Hm...so where do we get two more?" asked Dennis looking at her Rickenbacker.
"You want the truth? I have no clue." she said looking up sighing.
"Shite."
Dennis closed his eyes and taught about it.
"I need to sleep on that." he said laying back down on his bed.
"Alright." responded Alex.
Dennis could hear the sounds of movement along the wooden floors of his small room. Then the rustle of cloth.
Dennis turned his head to the right to see Alex changing in front of him.
Her long silky hair that flowed down to her waist glimmered in the dark. Even though she wasn't wearing anything on the top part of her body which was nude to him, he didn't look. He wasn't perverted. But he did look down at her lacy panties in red that complimented her warm white thighs.
She noticed him looking.
"Look away now and I don't smash your head into the wall." she said with her fists all coiled up and a look on her face that said "don't fuck with me".
He nodded in compliance with a grin and turned around.
"And...why are you doing this?" he asked still smiling to himself at the sight he caught. He had grown a tad bit hard down there.
"...you've been here long enough to notice that most guys are poor drunken idiots and the rich nobles only act kind to get into your panties, right?"
"I don't tend to notice."
"You're different."
"You've only known me for two days."
"I don't really care," she said crawling into his bed and moving a bit towards him on the bed. Dennis turned his body towards hers. She was warm and smiling.
She was very cute.
"You're not getting any so don't even ask." she said smiling into his coffee brown eyes.
"I figured." he said laughing.
"However, there are no rules against rubbing up against each other for warmth." she said hugging his torso.
Dennis looked at the reader with dull eyes.
"Goodnight." he said clapping his hands.
The lights flickered off.
FOUR WEEKS AFTER EXCESSIVE TRAINING AND THAT BULL****.
"Way too early for that shit." said Roy coming towards the bar. Dennis sat down on one of the stools drinking some sort of wine or whiskey.
"I couldn't sleep, last night." replied Dennis. He actually seemed pretty sober which shocked Roy a bit.
"You better be clean. You're going on stage at 6 tonight." said Roy looking at his crappy watch.
"Why must you do this to me?" he said moaning.
"Not my orders. It's hers."
Alex.
"She turns 18 today."
"Ah. Who's gonna help me play?"
"You're on your own, guy."
Fuck.
Dennis looked around. All he had on him was three picks and his Gretsch.
He stood on the stage.
"Yo." he said.
A bunch of girls screamed and some guys applauded.
Dennis had made a name for himself after hitting the stage multiple times since Ray forced him to play in front of these bozos.
But today, it was just guys and very attractive girls.
Damn, Alex. You know your friends.
"Thank you, friends." he said smiling.
Just - Radiohead
TheGretsch started to imitate an acoustic guitar
Then it went crunchy.
Dennis started to sing the songs. Sing the lyrics that made you feel all good inside. He moved around on stage doing his little thing. Like a mini Thom Yorke.
He jumped around having fun laughing and smiling.
He was a lover of Radiohead.
The song would get deeper and deeper.
He was depressed that there weren't other people on stage having fun with him. He wanted to actually see the drums being played and all that crap.
Well wasn't that something.
It was a good show.
The girls crowded around Dennis and the guys crowded around Alex.
Then some guy came in.
"They just declared war!"
Oh fuck.
Yeah, I know that was fucking small. The season finale will be better. I promise. Just chill.
From the findings of Alex on the strange musical powers.
1. Only to be used when with all four.
2. Do not use when alone. DECREASES STRENGTH.
3. Using it for entertainment doesn't seem to decrease strength for some odd reason.
4. The instrument choses you. When the time is right.