AN: A few people (OK, two) told me to add more AND I WANT TO. Theo is my invention (I stole her name and looks from the irresistibly sexy Theo of the Lunachicks)and others can feel free to borrow her giving credit where it's due and all. Lemmy is from Motorhead (Rent "Terror Firmer" by Troma to see both Lemmy, his moles and Theo. Actually, that makes three of them.) Cindy Coopie is an obvious and silly parody of Alice Cooper, Gingie a cruel and tragic parody of Ginger Baker and Georgie-Pie, with no lines, is The Quiet One. The person he's based on recently went to his eternal reward, bless him--and yes I'm pretty much disgracing his memory by featuring him in a goofy fanfic. God rest him though, The Beatles were my first musical love and this is my silly way of remembering him. Anyway ON WITH THE FUNY.
Theo had already been awake for several hours when Cindy stumbled out of his room in the cheap hotel. Her clipboard and datebook were spread in front of her, with a variety of pamphlets on local wizard venues cluttering the table at which she sat. "Good morning Cindy, how are you?"
Cindy cracked one bleary eye at her a little suspiciously. "Mstglwfzle."
"Over there," she said, pointing to the buffet table. He stumbled towards the table. "You should have gotten up earlier. Georgie-Pie and I have already discussed the venues he prefers." Cindy spun slowly on his heel, clutching two-no, a third was wedged in the crook of his arms-coffee cups. His eyebrow, smudged from last night's concert, made an attempt to rise sardonically. "Honestly, if you just made the attempt you'd understand him easily."
Cindy sat down, and drank deeply from the black scalding coffee. He polished off a cup in about a minute and a half without a pause. "Ack!" he coughed. He pointed his wand at his throat and muttered, "Frigidum corporis!" He picked up another cup and finished that quickly as well. "Ok, I think I'm better now. And no, I will never be able to understand him." Another cup of coffee disappeared. "And I shall never try. That's your job my dear manager."
"Among my many others, of course?" Theo sighed. She shuffled the pamphlets and noticed a everyday looking couple come into the dining room. "Muggle alert," she muttered."
"Wand? What wand?" said Cindy, grinning.
Theo glared at the pile of adverts in her hand, willing them to make sense. Albany, New York, Baltimore, Boston...clubs and mid-sized venues all up and down the east coast begged to be filled with their eclectic brand of wizard hard rock. She started planning. Ok, if we hit NewYork first, no-Boston, that will bring some advance press. Hmm...if we hit The Rock Lobster Cauldron in Boston first, we can get some word of mouth for New York City. If we play Boston on Saturday, we can play New York the next Saturday, or Friday and fill Northern Lights in Albany on the Wednesday or Thursday. Maybe we can put in a filler date at Fat Cat's in Springfield too....hmm. She tapped her pencil back and forth in time to the music that was running through her head-Magic Shack, one of their earlier, more pop tunes. "Sign says -woooo!-stay away Muggle fools 'cause Magic rules..."
Meanwhile, in a dirtier part of Theo's brain, her thoughts ran as such: Ok, That means I'll get to see Augustus Plim on Saturday in Boston, no loose ends there; I think Peter Ferris is still in the Worcestor area I'll get him; Bill is meeting with the Gringotts branch in Albany, he always like my ass; and in New York I'll get to see Peter Steele for the first time in a decade. This cross-Atlantic tour isn't nearly as terrible as I thought it would be. She grinned to herself slightly.
Cindy gyrated on the stage, his hand on his stomach. "I've never eaten so much clam chowder in my life. I think I'm gonna spew."
Lemmy, his face a picture of concern, stood up from beneath the stage where he had been setting up Sparkling Spry FX fireworks. He placed a bucket onto the stage, formerly filled with the fireworks "If you're goin' to spew, spew in this, mate."
"Thanks."
Theo had, thankfully, gotten away without enjoying the incredibly thick clam chowder of Boston by pleading vegetarianism. It smelled good, but once inside the stomach...she shuddered slightly. "OK, gentlemen, we go on in about three hours. We should be done setting up in an hour. Are we on schedule?" She looked to Cindy, carrying his snake in its carrying case.
"I'm on schedule. I've got the Bonovox system to set up, and a few Dulcis charms to do, but I'm doing well." Theo turned sharply to Lemmy.
"I've got to tune my baby with the Edge(tm) but I'm ahead o' schedule." Lemmy gave Theo a big thumbs up.
"Ginjie?"
"Um..." He twitched. "Could someone pick me up a cuppa? But...ah! Yeah, I'm OK. Gotta put a Samba Charm on my sticks. Better rhythm." He twitched again and began doing something like a stationary jog. "Um...I should probably set them up to..." He ran off a top speed, leaving dust trails and the sounds of clattering knocked over gear behind him.
Theo turned to Georgie-Pie, who rarely made girls cry with his attentions. "Need anything?"
Georgie made no reply, of course. He was not "The Quiet One" for no reason. He placed his hands on his guitar, which made a sweet dulcet tone, a quiet grace note at the end.
"You want more candy? Christ Georgie, it'll rot your teeth." She looked at the track marks left by Ginjie on the stage and reconsidered. 'Although, I think a sugar-high for a show is a little less dangerous than some other options." She checked her notebook. "Ok, coffee and candy. That's it?" All the heads in the room nodded. "OK, if you guys are good to go or what not, I'll run down to the corner store and pick them up, yes?"
She left the club and headed down the dark alley next to the dirty building. Before anyone could follow her, she quickly Apparated into her hotel room to pick up some extra cash. She ran down the stairs, heading towards the street to get the badly needed band fuel when the clerk at the desk called her.
"Theodora T. Gynokratia?"
Theo turned and smiled. "That's me, can I help?"
"Uh, yes," said the clerk, looking slightly befuddled. "A letter came for you. Not um, with the mail, it was some special delivery." He paused, thinking hard. "But I can't for the life of me remember how." He tapped the letter on the desk thoughtfully. "Did someone bring it in? I just..."
Theo grabbed it. "Here, can I just take it?"
"Oh," said the clerk, startled. "Of course. Well, have a nice day miss." He turned away to sort the rest of the mail, then abruptly turned back. "Did I see you come in?"
Theo whirled around, a wide grin splitting her face, her wand in her hand. "Obliviate, dear." She walked out before any more questions were raised, and opened her letter.
"Theo babe! I heard you were in town. I'll be at the show tonight at the Rock Lobster. Love, Gus P.S. I put a touch-release Memory Charm on this. Hopefully the clerk only picks this up once. Love ya babe!"
Well, Augustus did want to see her. Theo grinned again, even wider. This would definitely make the evening more interesting.
Theo had already been awake for several hours when Cindy stumbled out of his room in the cheap hotel. Her clipboard and datebook were spread in front of her, with a variety of pamphlets on local wizard venues cluttering the table at which she sat. "Good morning Cindy, how are you?"
Cindy cracked one bleary eye at her a little suspiciously. "Mstglwfzle."
"Over there," she said, pointing to the buffet table. He stumbled towards the table. "You should have gotten up earlier. Georgie-Pie and I have already discussed the venues he prefers." Cindy spun slowly on his heel, clutching two-no, a third was wedged in the crook of his arms-coffee cups. His eyebrow, smudged from last night's concert, made an attempt to rise sardonically. "Honestly, if you just made the attempt you'd understand him easily."
Cindy sat down, and drank deeply from the black scalding coffee. He polished off a cup in about a minute and a half without a pause. "Ack!" he coughed. He pointed his wand at his throat and muttered, "Frigidum corporis!" He picked up another cup and finished that quickly as well. "Ok, I think I'm better now. And no, I will never be able to understand him." Another cup of coffee disappeared. "And I shall never try. That's your job my dear manager."
"Among my many others, of course?" Theo sighed. She shuffled the pamphlets and noticed a everyday looking couple come into the dining room. "Muggle alert," she muttered."
"Wand? What wand?" said Cindy, grinning.
Theo glared at the pile of adverts in her hand, willing them to make sense. Albany, New York, Baltimore, Boston...clubs and mid-sized venues all up and down the east coast begged to be filled with their eclectic brand of wizard hard rock. She started planning. Ok, if we hit NewYork first, no-Boston, that will bring some advance press. Hmm...if we hit The Rock Lobster Cauldron in Boston first, we can get some word of mouth for New York City. If we play Boston on Saturday, we can play New York the next Saturday, or Friday and fill Northern Lights in Albany on the Wednesday or Thursday. Maybe we can put in a filler date at Fat Cat's in Springfield too....hmm. She tapped her pencil back and forth in time to the music that was running through her head-Magic Shack, one of their earlier, more pop tunes. "Sign says -woooo!-stay away Muggle fools 'cause Magic rules..."
Meanwhile, in a dirtier part of Theo's brain, her thoughts ran as such: Ok, That means I'll get to see Augustus Plim on Saturday in Boston, no loose ends there; I think Peter Ferris is still in the Worcestor area I'll get him; Bill is meeting with the Gringotts branch in Albany, he always like my ass; and in New York I'll get to see Peter Steele for the first time in a decade. This cross-Atlantic tour isn't nearly as terrible as I thought it would be. She grinned to herself slightly.
Cindy gyrated on the stage, his hand on his stomach. "I've never eaten so much clam chowder in my life. I think I'm gonna spew."
Lemmy, his face a picture of concern, stood up from beneath the stage where he had been setting up Sparkling Spry FX fireworks. He placed a bucket onto the stage, formerly filled with the fireworks "If you're goin' to spew, spew in this, mate."
"Thanks."
Theo had, thankfully, gotten away without enjoying the incredibly thick clam chowder of Boston by pleading vegetarianism. It smelled good, but once inside the stomach...she shuddered slightly. "OK, gentlemen, we go on in about three hours. We should be done setting up in an hour. Are we on schedule?" She looked to Cindy, carrying his snake in its carrying case.
"I'm on schedule. I've got the Bonovox system to set up, and a few Dulcis charms to do, but I'm doing well." Theo turned sharply to Lemmy.
"I've got to tune my baby with the Edge(tm) but I'm ahead o' schedule." Lemmy gave Theo a big thumbs up.
"Ginjie?"
"Um..." He twitched. "Could someone pick me up a cuppa? But...ah! Yeah, I'm OK. Gotta put a Samba Charm on my sticks. Better rhythm." He twitched again and began doing something like a stationary jog. "Um...I should probably set them up to..." He ran off a top speed, leaving dust trails and the sounds of clattering knocked over gear behind him.
Theo turned to Georgie-Pie, who rarely made girls cry with his attentions. "Need anything?"
Georgie made no reply, of course. He was not "The Quiet One" for no reason. He placed his hands on his guitar, which made a sweet dulcet tone, a quiet grace note at the end.
"You want more candy? Christ Georgie, it'll rot your teeth." She looked at the track marks left by Ginjie on the stage and reconsidered. 'Although, I think a sugar-high for a show is a little less dangerous than some other options." She checked her notebook. "Ok, coffee and candy. That's it?" All the heads in the room nodded. "OK, if you guys are good to go or what not, I'll run down to the corner store and pick them up, yes?"
She left the club and headed down the dark alley next to the dirty building. Before anyone could follow her, she quickly Apparated into her hotel room to pick up some extra cash. She ran down the stairs, heading towards the street to get the badly needed band fuel when the clerk at the desk called her.
"Theodora T. Gynokratia?"
Theo turned and smiled. "That's me, can I help?"
"Uh, yes," said the clerk, looking slightly befuddled. "A letter came for you. Not um, with the mail, it was some special delivery." He paused, thinking hard. "But I can't for the life of me remember how." He tapped the letter on the desk thoughtfully. "Did someone bring it in? I just..."
Theo grabbed it. "Here, can I just take it?"
"Oh," said the clerk, startled. "Of course. Well, have a nice day miss." He turned away to sort the rest of the mail, then abruptly turned back. "Did I see you come in?"
Theo whirled around, a wide grin splitting her face, her wand in her hand. "Obliviate, dear." She walked out before any more questions were raised, and opened her letter.
"Theo babe! I heard you were in town. I'll be at the show tonight at the Rock Lobster. Love, Gus P.S. I put a touch-release Memory Charm on this. Hopefully the clerk only picks this up once. Love ya babe!"
Well, Augustus did want to see her. Theo grinned again, even wider. This would definitely make the evening more interesting.
