YOU GUYS I NEED YOUR HELP!!! I CAN'T THINK OF A GOOD BAND NAME FOR DARIEN'S BAND, HELP ME PLEASE! YOU CAN E-MAIL ME YOUR SUGESTIONS OR YOU CAN JUST PUT IT IN THE REVIEW, BUT EITHER WAY, PLEASE HELP ME???
Title: Band Luxuries
By: Happy Noodle Girl
Rating: PG-13
Part: Chapter 3, Try-outs
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon so don't sue me and yadda yadda yaddda.
HERE WE GO!!!! WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Serena stood infront of her closet trying, in vain, to figure out what to wear to the try-outs today. It was 1:30pm right now. That gave her an hour and a half to finish getting ready. And nothing in her closet seemed right to wear to a band try-out. She had never tried out for a band. She was the one that had started her band in New York. Then she had just picked her friends and they worked it all out. She hadn't ever really had to work for her spot.
'Well, Serena, you know you're ready. You've practiced non-stop the past couple of days. You can do this.' She thought, trying to strengthen her nerve.
"Ahah!" She cried as she pulled out an article of clothing from the back of her closet.
It was a tattered plaid, pleated, mini-skirt. She continued to look through her closet some more and pulled out a black shirt that had the words printed in bold white lettering across it: Exploited. The sleaves were ripped from it, and it was a little too long so it fell around her hips, hugging them nicely. Then she went to her dresser and pulled out her black, ripped fish-net stockings. She slipped those on as well as her Dr. Martins. (Remeber! You pronounce it: Dock Martins:)
She went to her closet and looked in the full length mirrow at herself.
"Nice. Good job Serena!" She congradulated herself.
"Now for hair, make-up and jewelry." She said to herself as she walked towards the bathroom.
She took her black eye-liner and penciled under her eyes. A nice straight dark line, not to thick, just a small dark line. Then she excentuated her eye lids by applying some black eye-liner to the outer corners of her eyes. She then took her red eye shadow and put a small amount on, bringing out the color onto her temples. She then grabbed her tiny tube of "Cool Effect" from Maybelline and applied a small amount at her temples and below her eye brows. Then she put on some clear lip gloss, took her red lipstick and put some of the red over the gloss to give her lips a tint of red.
She looked herself over in the mirror. 'Nice.' She thought approvingly.
She then put her jewelry on, which consisted of a couple bracelets, and a couple of necklaces.
"Sweet heart?" Came a soft voice from the bathroom door.
Serena turned to see her mother standing there smiling at her.
"Yeah Mom?" She asked smiling back at her.
"When do you have to leave?" She asked her while looking at her daughter through the mirror.
"Atleast by 3:45. I drove by there yesterday, it should take about fifteen minutes or so to get there." She explained.
"Ok." But just before Ilene turned to go back down-stairs she said,
"Would you like me to do your hair Serena?"
Serena smiled widely.
"Yeah. That would be nice Mom." She said going to sit on her bed where her mother could do her hair.
Ilene started to brush her daughters hair and noticed how long it was getting.
"Serena dear! Your hair is getting so long. I haven't noticed. It'll probably be down to your feet by this time next year." Her mother said laughing.
Serena's hair definatly was long. If left down it tumbled to right above her calfs.
About half an hour later Ilene was done.
"Ok Serena. Go look in the mirror and tell me if you like it." Her mother said scooting her gently off the bed.
Serena bounded off the bed and stepped into her bathroom to look at her hair. She gasped at what she saw. Her hair was up in her regular two buns on either side of her head, but the hair that was hanging down from the two buns was braided into several tiny braids, and then about five inches down from the buns, the two tails of braided hair were pulled together with a black hair-band.
'Something is missing.' She wondered thoughtfully. She looked over to her basket that sat on the bathroom counter. It was filled with all her hair things and other little things she finds laying around her room.
She picked up her black shoelaces that had skulls on them. She tied one of them in a bow around one of her buns and the other around the other bun in a bow. She smiled her approval in the mirror.
"Good." She stated.
Serena walked out of the bathroom and twirled for her mother who was still sitting on the bed.
"How do I look?" She asked smiling.
"Like a ragga-muffin, but your hair looks good." Ilene said teasing her daughter.
Serena stuck out her tongue and went back to sit on her bed next to her mother.
"Serena, why in the world do you dress like that? Do you even care what people think of you and the way you dress?" Her mother asked her, fingering the freyed ends of her skirt.
"No Mom, I don't care what people think of me, that's the point. If people don't like me for me, then forget them, they aren't worth my time." Serena explained.
Her mother smiled at her and then hugged her.
"Oh! Look at the time. It's almost time for you to go." Ilene pointed out as she looked at the clock.
Serena glanced at the clock to see that it read, 2:30. She had fifteen more minutes before she had to leave.
"Ahh! Mom I'm getting nervous. What if I mess up? I'm gunna look like an idiot!" She screamed, eyes brimming with tears.
"Maybe I shouldn't try out." She said looking down at her hands folded in her lap.
"No way! You are going. You can do this Serena! I know you can. I've heard you practicing your ass off for the last two days. You're ready, you can do this, I know it." She said vehmently, shaking her daughter by the shoulders.
Serena looked up into her mother's eyes and smiled.
"Ok. Thanks Mom. I feel a lot better." She said before she gave her mother a hug and got up from the bed.
The two walked down stairs and into the kitchen where Serena's father was getting a drink of water.
"Here you go sweet heart." Ken said handing the car keys to his daughter.
She smiled at him and went to go put her gear in the car. When her amp and guitar were securly set in the car she looked at her watch. 2:45. 'Time to go.' She said mentally prepping herself. Serena waved good-bye to her parents and got in the car and took off for Darien's garage, where the try-outs were being held.
Fifteen minutes later she pulled up to Darien's house. She saw six other cars there.
'Atleast a couple of those cars must be Darien's, Andrew's and Chad's...right?' She thought nervously.
Serena got out of her car and to the trunk where she had put her things. She opened it up and felt a tap on her shoulder.
She whirled around surprised.
"Hey hey. It's ok, its just me." Darien said as he put his hands up in a motion signaling that he wasn't going to hurt her.
Serena sighed.
"Sorry. I'm just a little nervous." She admitted.
"Don't worry about it, I'm sure you'll do fine. We're just about ready to start. Oh and you don't need an amp, we have plenty." He said motioning towards her amp.
She looked down at it and then nodded.
"Great. That thing is really heavy, I would have hated to lug that thing over to your garage." He laughed at her expression.
"You're such a girl. I'm sure it isn't that heavy." He said smiling teasingly at her.
Serena's eyes squinted in mock anger.
"It is too! You try picking that thing up and see how easy it is!" She yelled at him.
"Fine." He said as he reached for the amp.
His hand twisted around the handle as he picked it up easily.
Serena looked at him amazed, but then her expression switched to a look of sarcasm.
"Well...you work out Mr. Macho! Ofcourse you're gunna have no problem picking it up!" She yelled once more as she saw Darien's arms muscles ripple.
Her eyes went wide as she saw his chest muscles flex inside his shirt.
'Wow.' Was all that could come to her mind.
Darien gently put the amp back in the trunk of Serena's car and closed it.
"So you ready?" He asked.
Serena grabbed her guitar, took off the case and threw it in the back seat of the car, and then pulling the strap over her head.
"Ready as I'll ever be I guess." She answered as she angled the guitar upwards so she could hold it better.
Together they walked towards the garage where she saw Andrew and Chad standing and also two other guys she didn't know. She guessed that they were the other people trying out.
The first guy looked to be about 6'2" or so. He had black hair like Darien, but wasn't even close to being as cute as him. Serena looked up to see his eyes.
'Wow.' She thought, scared.
The guy had contacts in his eyes that made them completely black, it looked as if his pupils had swallowed up the rest of his eye.
'That's actually kinda cool.' She thought smiling at the guy.
He smiled weakly back.
The other guy that was there looked to be about the same height as the previous guy. He had red hair, flaming red hair. Serena kinda liked it. He didn't look like the type of guy that you could just randomly approach though.
Darien left her side and went to go sit in a chair next to Andrew and Chad. Andrew picked up a clip board and said,
"Ok, Derick, yur up first buddy."
Derick was the guy that Serena had first seen when she walked into the garage.
Derick took his guitar, which was orange, and went to stand right in front of the three. Her and the other guy stood off to the side.
Derick started to play, but Serena heard none of it. She was too caught up in worrying about her own try-out and looking at Darien to see his reactions. Every once and awhile Darien would steal a glance over at Serena and smile his reasurance. For some reason it calmed Serena deep down inside and gave her strength. Her heart told her over and over again, 'You can do this. He believes in you. You can do anything as long as he believes.' It said gently to her.
Before she knew it, it was her turn. Derick had finished a few minutes ago and the other guy trying out, Jessie, had just finished.
"Ok Serena, yur turn."
She heard Chad say to her. She looked over at Jessie and Derick. They looked confident. They grinned at her, but she knew it wasn't real, they wanted her to fail just as much as she wanted them to.
She took a deep breath and said.
"I thought I'd play a little back-up guitar and then go into a couple solos." They nodded their understanding and she took one more deep breath and faded into her own world.
Her hands moved easily over the guitar as she strummed the chords for Washin' and Wonderin' by Stroke 9. She knew she was doing good, she could feel it, everything was going smoothly. She then flawlessly went into her solos adding a few more things she didn't reherse at home.
She went over in her mind the next thing she would do.
'Seventh fret. first string.' She thought as she played the solo from memory. At the end of the first solo she played a chord and then used her wammy bar to make it sound as if it were fading out. Then she went into Bad Religion's solo, Sorrow. Everything went off without a hitch.
Serena looked up into the faces of Darien, Andrew and Chad. Clearly they hadn't expected that from her. Darien was the first one to regain his composure.
"Serena. You told me that you were in a band back in New York. Can you play us one of your songs?" Darien asked.
Serena hadn't expected this.
'Oh shit. I dunno. What song should I pick?' She thought, panicked.
"Ok." She drawled out.
'What should I pick! Got it! Paperdoll!'
"This one is called Paperdoll. I wrote half of it: the lyrics and the solos. And my friend Sara wrote the bridge. Do you have a microphone? It just isn't right without words." Andrew nodded and jumped up to go grab a microphone.
He brought over the microphone on its stand. Serena adjusted it to her height. She quickly tuned to C-G-C-F-A-D, (Which is tuning your guitar down a whole step then tuning your low E to drop D tunning, just gives a heavier, nasty sound is all:) then she started.
First there was a beginning bass solo. She did that on her top four strings. Then when the solo was over she began to sing along with the heavy chords of the song.
"I look at her in that paper dress,
I wonder why she won't burn.
She's just a paper doll, that's all, just a paper doll.
I dress her up, she knocks me down.
I dress her up, she knocks me down.
They tried her on for size, she fits nice,
One size fits all.
They tried her on for size, she fits nice,
One size fits all.
(small guitar solo)
Now her soul is dead.
Now her body's raw.
You can numb her pain.
(short bass solo)
Watch, the blood run down her face.
But don't take notice.
Watch, the blood run down her arms,
Please don't take notice.
I know you have her soul.
I see it in your eyes.
She knows you have her soul.
She sees it in your eyes.
Now her soul is dead.
Now her body's raw.
You can numb her pain.
She wants you to eat her pain,
She wants you to eat her remains.
She wants you to eat her pain,
She wants you to eat her remains.
Now her soul is dead.
Now her body's raw.
Wash away her pain."
And as she brought her wammy bar down she lifted her eyes up slowly to once again see the astonished faces of Darien, Andrew, and Chad. When she was done she turned the volume down on her guitar so the buzz of the amp wouldn't be heard.
"Um...guys? Hello?" She said waving her hands infront of their faces.
Chad snapped out of it first. He cleared his throught and said,
"Well, uh yes, that was very good Serena. Now all of you. You'll be called if you made it. Probably tomorrow around three in the afternoon. Thanks you guys, and girl. Bye!" He finished giving them all a quick wave.
Serena started to walk out of the garage when Darien came running out after her.
"Hey Serena, wait up." He called after her.
She turned around, guitar still in-hand.
"That was awesome Serena. Where'd you learn to sing like that?"
"From my friend. We sung a lot together. She was the lead singer in my band back in New York. We used to practice together, so I kinda picked up her vocal mannerisms." Serena said as a glazed look came over her features as she looked down at the ground.
Darien noticed this and emediatly became worried.
"You miss them don't you?" He asked her, hooking his finger under her chin and bringing it up to face him.
"Yeah I do. A lot. We were like family." She admitted, eyes brimming with tears not letting Darien see the hidden meaning of her words.
When she noticed that she was about to cried, she swiftly turned from Darien's view, swiping at her tears.
"I better get going." She said as she started to walk away.
"Hey Serena." Darien said grabbing her arm.
"Yeah?"
"I just wanted to say that you were really great in there. I think you have a good chance at the spot. We need a girl's touch in the band anyway. 'Specially yur kind of touch."
'Oh my god, I can't believe I just said that.' Darien scolded himself mentally.
"What?" She asked perplexed by his meaning.
"Nothing."
"Well thanks Darien. I'll talk to you later."
Then Darien walked inside his house with Andrew and Chad.
Serena then walked to her car, opening the trunk. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see Jessie and Derick standing there looking extrememly pissed.
"So you think you're pretty hot huh?" Jessie bit out looking her up and down.
"Dude. She is hot. Look at that body. Wouldn't you love to get your hands on that? Maybe under that skirt huh?" Derick said as he moved his hand to grab under her skirt.
Serena felt his hand touch her and emediatly back as far away as she could from them, almost sitting in her trunk.
"Get your hands off me." She said deadly as she swatted his hand away from her lower region.
"Oooo. She's fisty. I like that in a girl. It's more fun when they put up a fight, isn't it Jessie?" Derick said once again eyeing her up and down.
"Definatly." Jessie agreed.
"Derick. Get it." Jessie comanded.
As Derick started to walk towards her, Serena prepared herself for the worst. But it never game. She opened her eyes and saw...
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Hah! How'd you like them apples!! Hahahaha! God I'm such a dork! But an evil dork eh? Don't worry the next part will be out probably by tomorrow. :) Don't forget to review please!:) bye!
Oh yeah! I don't own:
Maybelline.
The bands:
Exploited
Stroke 9-Washin' and Wonderin'
Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies-Hats off to Larry
Bad Religion-Sorrow
or Kittie-Paperdoll (remix).
-Happy Noodle Girl
Title: Band Luxuries
By: Happy Noodle Girl
Rating: PG-13
Part: Chapter 3, Try-outs
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon so don't sue me and yadda yadda yaddda.
HERE WE GO!!!! WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Serena stood infront of her closet trying, in vain, to figure out what to wear to the try-outs today. It was 1:30pm right now. That gave her an hour and a half to finish getting ready. And nothing in her closet seemed right to wear to a band try-out. She had never tried out for a band. She was the one that had started her band in New York. Then she had just picked her friends and they worked it all out. She hadn't ever really had to work for her spot.
'Well, Serena, you know you're ready. You've practiced non-stop the past couple of days. You can do this.' She thought, trying to strengthen her nerve.
"Ahah!" She cried as she pulled out an article of clothing from the back of her closet.
It was a tattered plaid, pleated, mini-skirt. She continued to look through her closet some more and pulled out a black shirt that had the words printed in bold white lettering across it: Exploited. The sleaves were ripped from it, and it was a little too long so it fell around her hips, hugging them nicely. Then she went to her dresser and pulled out her black, ripped fish-net stockings. She slipped those on as well as her Dr. Martins. (Remeber! You pronounce it: Dock Martins:)
She went to her closet and looked in the full length mirrow at herself.
"Nice. Good job Serena!" She congradulated herself.
"Now for hair, make-up and jewelry." She said to herself as she walked towards the bathroom.
She took her black eye-liner and penciled under her eyes. A nice straight dark line, not to thick, just a small dark line. Then she excentuated her eye lids by applying some black eye-liner to the outer corners of her eyes. She then took her red eye shadow and put a small amount on, bringing out the color onto her temples. She then grabbed her tiny tube of "Cool Effect" from Maybelline and applied a small amount at her temples and below her eye brows. Then she put on some clear lip gloss, took her red lipstick and put some of the red over the gloss to give her lips a tint of red.
She looked herself over in the mirror. 'Nice.' She thought approvingly.
She then put her jewelry on, which consisted of a couple bracelets, and a couple of necklaces.
"Sweet heart?" Came a soft voice from the bathroom door.
Serena turned to see her mother standing there smiling at her.
"Yeah Mom?" She asked smiling back at her.
"When do you have to leave?" She asked her while looking at her daughter through the mirror.
"Atleast by 3:45. I drove by there yesterday, it should take about fifteen minutes or so to get there." She explained.
"Ok." But just before Ilene turned to go back down-stairs she said,
"Would you like me to do your hair Serena?"
Serena smiled widely.
"Yeah. That would be nice Mom." She said going to sit on her bed where her mother could do her hair.
Ilene started to brush her daughters hair and noticed how long it was getting.
"Serena dear! Your hair is getting so long. I haven't noticed. It'll probably be down to your feet by this time next year." Her mother said laughing.
Serena's hair definatly was long. If left down it tumbled to right above her calfs.
About half an hour later Ilene was done.
"Ok Serena. Go look in the mirror and tell me if you like it." Her mother said scooting her gently off the bed.
Serena bounded off the bed and stepped into her bathroom to look at her hair. She gasped at what she saw. Her hair was up in her regular two buns on either side of her head, but the hair that was hanging down from the two buns was braided into several tiny braids, and then about five inches down from the buns, the two tails of braided hair were pulled together with a black hair-band.
'Something is missing.' She wondered thoughtfully. She looked over to her basket that sat on the bathroom counter. It was filled with all her hair things and other little things she finds laying around her room.
She picked up her black shoelaces that had skulls on them. She tied one of them in a bow around one of her buns and the other around the other bun in a bow. She smiled her approval in the mirror.
"Good." She stated.
Serena walked out of the bathroom and twirled for her mother who was still sitting on the bed.
"How do I look?" She asked smiling.
"Like a ragga-muffin, but your hair looks good." Ilene said teasing her daughter.
Serena stuck out her tongue and went back to sit on her bed next to her mother.
"Serena, why in the world do you dress like that? Do you even care what people think of you and the way you dress?" Her mother asked her, fingering the freyed ends of her skirt.
"No Mom, I don't care what people think of me, that's the point. If people don't like me for me, then forget them, they aren't worth my time." Serena explained.
Her mother smiled at her and then hugged her.
"Oh! Look at the time. It's almost time for you to go." Ilene pointed out as she looked at the clock.
Serena glanced at the clock to see that it read, 2:30. She had fifteen more minutes before she had to leave.
"Ahh! Mom I'm getting nervous. What if I mess up? I'm gunna look like an idiot!" She screamed, eyes brimming with tears.
"Maybe I shouldn't try out." She said looking down at her hands folded in her lap.
"No way! You are going. You can do this Serena! I know you can. I've heard you practicing your ass off for the last two days. You're ready, you can do this, I know it." She said vehmently, shaking her daughter by the shoulders.
Serena looked up into her mother's eyes and smiled.
"Ok. Thanks Mom. I feel a lot better." She said before she gave her mother a hug and got up from the bed.
The two walked down stairs and into the kitchen where Serena's father was getting a drink of water.
"Here you go sweet heart." Ken said handing the car keys to his daughter.
She smiled at him and went to go put her gear in the car. When her amp and guitar were securly set in the car she looked at her watch. 2:45. 'Time to go.' She said mentally prepping herself. Serena waved good-bye to her parents and got in the car and took off for Darien's garage, where the try-outs were being held.
Fifteen minutes later she pulled up to Darien's house. She saw six other cars there.
'Atleast a couple of those cars must be Darien's, Andrew's and Chad's...right?' She thought nervously.
Serena got out of her car and to the trunk where she had put her things. She opened it up and felt a tap on her shoulder.
She whirled around surprised.
"Hey hey. It's ok, its just me." Darien said as he put his hands up in a motion signaling that he wasn't going to hurt her.
Serena sighed.
"Sorry. I'm just a little nervous." She admitted.
"Don't worry about it, I'm sure you'll do fine. We're just about ready to start. Oh and you don't need an amp, we have plenty." He said motioning towards her amp.
She looked down at it and then nodded.
"Great. That thing is really heavy, I would have hated to lug that thing over to your garage." He laughed at her expression.
"You're such a girl. I'm sure it isn't that heavy." He said smiling teasingly at her.
Serena's eyes squinted in mock anger.
"It is too! You try picking that thing up and see how easy it is!" She yelled at him.
"Fine." He said as he reached for the amp.
His hand twisted around the handle as he picked it up easily.
Serena looked at him amazed, but then her expression switched to a look of sarcasm.
"Well...you work out Mr. Macho! Ofcourse you're gunna have no problem picking it up!" She yelled once more as she saw Darien's arms muscles ripple.
Her eyes went wide as she saw his chest muscles flex inside his shirt.
'Wow.' Was all that could come to her mind.
Darien gently put the amp back in the trunk of Serena's car and closed it.
"So you ready?" He asked.
Serena grabbed her guitar, took off the case and threw it in the back seat of the car, and then pulling the strap over her head.
"Ready as I'll ever be I guess." She answered as she angled the guitar upwards so she could hold it better.
Together they walked towards the garage where she saw Andrew and Chad standing and also two other guys she didn't know. She guessed that they were the other people trying out.
The first guy looked to be about 6'2" or so. He had black hair like Darien, but wasn't even close to being as cute as him. Serena looked up to see his eyes.
'Wow.' She thought, scared.
The guy had contacts in his eyes that made them completely black, it looked as if his pupils had swallowed up the rest of his eye.
'That's actually kinda cool.' She thought smiling at the guy.
He smiled weakly back.
The other guy that was there looked to be about the same height as the previous guy. He had red hair, flaming red hair. Serena kinda liked it. He didn't look like the type of guy that you could just randomly approach though.
Darien left her side and went to go sit in a chair next to Andrew and Chad. Andrew picked up a clip board and said,
"Ok, Derick, yur up first buddy."
Derick was the guy that Serena had first seen when she walked into the garage.
Derick took his guitar, which was orange, and went to stand right in front of the three. Her and the other guy stood off to the side.
Derick started to play, but Serena heard none of it. She was too caught up in worrying about her own try-out and looking at Darien to see his reactions. Every once and awhile Darien would steal a glance over at Serena and smile his reasurance. For some reason it calmed Serena deep down inside and gave her strength. Her heart told her over and over again, 'You can do this. He believes in you. You can do anything as long as he believes.' It said gently to her.
Before she knew it, it was her turn. Derick had finished a few minutes ago and the other guy trying out, Jessie, had just finished.
"Ok Serena, yur turn."
She heard Chad say to her. She looked over at Jessie and Derick. They looked confident. They grinned at her, but she knew it wasn't real, they wanted her to fail just as much as she wanted them to.
She took a deep breath and said.
"I thought I'd play a little back-up guitar and then go into a couple solos." They nodded their understanding and she took one more deep breath and faded into her own world.
Her hands moved easily over the guitar as she strummed the chords for Washin' and Wonderin' by Stroke 9. She knew she was doing good, she could feel it, everything was going smoothly. She then flawlessly went into her solos adding a few more things she didn't reherse at home.
She went over in her mind the next thing she would do.
'Seventh fret. first string.' She thought as she played the solo from memory. At the end of the first solo she played a chord and then used her wammy bar to make it sound as if it were fading out. Then she went into Bad Religion's solo, Sorrow. Everything went off without a hitch.
Serena looked up into the faces of Darien, Andrew and Chad. Clearly they hadn't expected that from her. Darien was the first one to regain his composure.
"Serena. You told me that you were in a band back in New York. Can you play us one of your songs?" Darien asked.
Serena hadn't expected this.
'Oh shit. I dunno. What song should I pick?' She thought, panicked.
"Ok." She drawled out.
'What should I pick! Got it! Paperdoll!'
"This one is called Paperdoll. I wrote half of it: the lyrics and the solos. And my friend Sara wrote the bridge. Do you have a microphone? It just isn't right without words." Andrew nodded and jumped up to go grab a microphone.
He brought over the microphone on its stand. Serena adjusted it to her height. She quickly tuned to C-G-C-F-A-D, (Which is tuning your guitar down a whole step then tuning your low E to drop D tunning, just gives a heavier, nasty sound is all:) then she started.
First there was a beginning bass solo. She did that on her top four strings. Then when the solo was over she began to sing along with the heavy chords of the song.
"I look at her in that paper dress,
I wonder why she won't burn.
She's just a paper doll, that's all, just a paper doll.
I dress her up, she knocks me down.
I dress her up, she knocks me down.
They tried her on for size, she fits nice,
One size fits all.
They tried her on for size, she fits nice,
One size fits all.
(small guitar solo)
Now her soul is dead.
Now her body's raw.
You can numb her pain.
(short bass solo)
Watch, the blood run down her face.
But don't take notice.
Watch, the blood run down her arms,
Please don't take notice.
I know you have her soul.
I see it in your eyes.
She knows you have her soul.
She sees it in your eyes.
Now her soul is dead.
Now her body's raw.
You can numb her pain.
She wants you to eat her pain,
She wants you to eat her remains.
She wants you to eat her pain,
She wants you to eat her remains.
Now her soul is dead.
Now her body's raw.
Wash away her pain."
And as she brought her wammy bar down she lifted her eyes up slowly to once again see the astonished faces of Darien, Andrew, and Chad. When she was done she turned the volume down on her guitar so the buzz of the amp wouldn't be heard.
"Um...guys? Hello?" She said waving her hands infront of their faces.
Chad snapped out of it first. He cleared his throught and said,
"Well, uh yes, that was very good Serena. Now all of you. You'll be called if you made it. Probably tomorrow around three in the afternoon. Thanks you guys, and girl. Bye!" He finished giving them all a quick wave.
Serena started to walk out of the garage when Darien came running out after her.
"Hey Serena, wait up." He called after her.
She turned around, guitar still in-hand.
"That was awesome Serena. Where'd you learn to sing like that?"
"From my friend. We sung a lot together. She was the lead singer in my band back in New York. We used to practice together, so I kinda picked up her vocal mannerisms." Serena said as a glazed look came over her features as she looked down at the ground.
Darien noticed this and emediatly became worried.
"You miss them don't you?" He asked her, hooking his finger under her chin and bringing it up to face him.
"Yeah I do. A lot. We were like family." She admitted, eyes brimming with tears not letting Darien see the hidden meaning of her words.
When she noticed that she was about to cried, she swiftly turned from Darien's view, swiping at her tears.
"I better get going." She said as she started to walk away.
"Hey Serena." Darien said grabbing her arm.
"Yeah?"
"I just wanted to say that you were really great in there. I think you have a good chance at the spot. We need a girl's touch in the band anyway. 'Specially yur kind of touch."
'Oh my god, I can't believe I just said that.' Darien scolded himself mentally.
"What?" She asked perplexed by his meaning.
"Nothing."
"Well thanks Darien. I'll talk to you later."
Then Darien walked inside his house with Andrew and Chad.
Serena then walked to her car, opening the trunk. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see Jessie and Derick standing there looking extrememly pissed.
"So you think you're pretty hot huh?" Jessie bit out looking her up and down.
"Dude. She is hot. Look at that body. Wouldn't you love to get your hands on that? Maybe under that skirt huh?" Derick said as he moved his hand to grab under her skirt.
Serena felt his hand touch her and emediatly back as far away as she could from them, almost sitting in her trunk.
"Get your hands off me." She said deadly as she swatted his hand away from her lower region.
"Oooo. She's fisty. I like that in a girl. It's more fun when they put up a fight, isn't it Jessie?" Derick said once again eyeing her up and down.
"Definatly." Jessie agreed.
"Derick. Get it." Jessie comanded.
As Derick started to walk towards her, Serena prepared herself for the worst. But it never game. She opened her eyes and saw...
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Hah! How'd you like them apples!! Hahahaha! God I'm such a dork! But an evil dork eh? Don't worry the next part will be out probably by tomorrow. :) Don't forget to review please!:) bye!
Oh yeah! I don't own:
Maybelline.
The bands:
Exploited
Stroke 9-Washin' and Wonderin'
Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies-Hats off to Larry
Bad Religion-Sorrow
or Kittie-Paperdoll (remix).
-Happy Noodle Girl
