5/7/02
One, Two, Three, Four, Five.
Duo woke up as he felt a little light headed but he grabbed his bag and quickly got off the plane and he stood in an airport somewhere in England he didn't care he was sure as hell far from his father. He wandered out into the busy streets people spoke but he could hardly understand them all. It would take some time for him to get use too he thought as he felt hungry. He wandered and took his time as he looked at all the things that were different.
Else where at a small white house surrounded by grounds two boys sat as they watched the day go by.
"Father is worried.. We need some kind of hit soon or our record label could be over."
Quatre said as he looked to his friend for his opinions on this matter.
"Then we'll have to look for a band ourselves."
Trowa said as he sipped his hot cocoa. "I surely do hope so. You know how much my father loves working in the music industry and how you and I love performing... Just none of our old band mates seem to care.. Or agree much.." Quatre said his eyes shifted towards the ground with a sadden look.
Duo on the other hand was going to meet his fate.
He ran between the narrow alleys as the police men blew their whistles and followed him.
"GET BACK HERE YOU!"
"LIKE HELL!!" Duo replied as he jumped up and climbed over a poorly cut wooden fence. He hissed in pain as splinters placed themselves in his flesh causing him to bleed. "Aww, shit!" Duo continued to run as he started making his way towards the woods. Maybe he could loose them in here? "Aw shit a car!?" He kept running as Quatre and Trowa heard the sierens approaching.
"Oh my.. What the..?"They stood up as Trowa saw Duo, "Theres a man coming this way.."
Duo ran right up on to their deck as he was breathing heavily. "Who are you?" Quatre asked.
"H-help... me.." Duo gasped out as the police came.
"Wait! What has he done?" Quatre asked, "He stole an apple!" Duo was on his hands and knees as he looks back at the cops his bangs sticking to his forehead from the sweat. Quatre handed them the money and told them that he'll deal with his "friend." After they left Quatre helped Duo up, "You speak with an American accent." Quatre smiled as Duo looked a bit surprised, "Funny.. you don't have an accent.."
"Hehehe, I'm not from here i'm just taking a vacation. So what brings you here friend?"
"To become famous what else? Hey, thanks for saving me. I'm Duo Maxwell." He offered his hand as Quatre shook it lightly and smiled, "I am Quatre Winner, this is my good friend Trowa Barton." Trowa made his way to shake Duo's hand but Duo was surprised.
"THEE Quatre!? Your dad owns a record label doesn't he?!"
"Oh, why yes, I suppose you heard of me, huh?"
"Oh crap! I came all the way here to start a band! And I meet you first! Wow!"
Quatre and Trowa's eyes grew as they sat down and talked with Duo about his music and songs.
Quatre could play various insturments such as a violin a keyboard and sometimes a guitar. Trowa could also play guitar but mostly drums and they read Duo's lyrics about his dreams, hatred, love and other things and it seemed a start of a beautiful begining. Duo was invited to stay as he was introduced to Quatre's father and soon enough if they were able to find two more members then they could have a contract.
Together they wanted from club to club with no luck what so ever.
"God, they all suck!!" Duo hissed as he set his glass mug down on the table giving the stage an evil glare. Quatre giggled as he patted his friends back, "You're only saying that cause you don't seem to understand their accents." Trowa was silent as the next act came on stage and the room became quiet. The bassist had a cold stare as if one look from his cold blue eyes meant death would fall on whoever looked. His short brown hair hung over his face and in the back was a bit of green and white hair dye.
He started to play a slow rythm on his bass as the guitarist near by started to play along slowly. The guitarist had dark narrow eyes his black hair was fastened by a small black rubber band. There was no singer to his group just these two as they played a sad yet heavy sounding musical. Duo realized that they have their souls in these riffs with each pluck and pull on the strings the more they let themselves be opened up.
After their five minute duet was over they walked off to the back without nodding or saying a word to the amazed room that was filled with shouts and clapping.
"What do you think eh?! Duo? Where'd did he go?" Quatre asked as Trowa smirked and jerked his head lightly towards the back stage door. Duo looked all over back stage and saw no one but he heard someone complaining in the bathroom. When Duo neared the cracked open door he smelled a ciggarrette as he listened.
"This is such shit, Yuy! Its an injustice to my talent! To OUR talent! They isn't a signle damn person out there that's willing to help us!"
Duo peered inside as the Asian boy complained while the other one was leaned up against a sink smoking and not saying a word but rather listening to his ranting bandmate. Duo pushed the door open some more as it squeaked catching the other twos attention.
"So an injustice to your talents, ehh? No one will help you? Hehehe, well i'll be willing to help ya's if yous want. It seems that we both feel the same way. Feeling so high and mighty because of our abilities to play to let our souls fly freely out to the crowd and yet no one else seems to hear or to care."
Duo leaned against the door as the black haired boy was surprised. "I saw you in the crowd. I thought you were a girl." Duo almost felt like falling flat on his face but he made a grunt of surprise as the other boy placed his ciggarrette in the sink behind him. "So are you looking for a band?" He asked as the last of the smoke that remained in his lungs creept out from his nostrils and mouth.
"Yeah, for about a year.. So what's your names?"
"Heero."
"Wufei."
"Duo Maxwell.. Well if you two would be so kind as to follow me i'll lead you to our fame!"
Heero and Wufei looked at each other before they followed Duo who held the door open as he was wearing a smile. He led them out to the table towards Trowa and Quatre and they all sat down and introduced themselves. Quatre was pleased as he explained how the contract would work and they talked about their musical talents and tastes.
Wufei took Heero's ciggarrette and took a few puffs as the table held its breath waiting for their replies if they wanted to join. Wufei returned the ciggarrette back to Heero as Wufei began to speak, "We need to hear how the rest of yous play.. And see if it feels right." They agreed and they went back to Quatre's home by cab. They went inside a small recording room in the basement as they took their familiar instruments.
Trowa started to play the drums as Wufei and Heero seemed impressed and Quatre smiled, proud of his friend's talent. And Quatre began to move switches and pressed the keys on his key board to fit the rythm in which Trowa was playing. And now Duo had to sing which he felt nervous about since he never done this sort of thing before. 'But you want to be famous don't you? Yes. Then go for it!' Duo closed his eyes as he let go of his collected breath and he started to sing. He felt calm as he thought more on the words and he felt whatever was natural at that moment.
His song was about how he could love but felt it would never return. He swayed to his words as he forgot who was there and where he was. When he opened his eyes he felt shy again as he mentally swore at his shyness. Wufei and Heero still looked the same emotionless stare and they glanced at each other as they smirked and Wufei smiled and motioned his right arm forward.
"We got ourself a band." And Duo shook his hand as they all laughed and went on about how they would play along with the songs.
End.
Spazmastic: Next Duo does a very funny but odd act, lol! Next in.. Photo Shoot! XD
One, Two, Three, Four, Five.
Duo woke up as he felt a little light headed but he grabbed his bag and quickly got off the plane and he stood in an airport somewhere in England he didn't care he was sure as hell far from his father. He wandered out into the busy streets people spoke but he could hardly understand them all. It would take some time for him to get use too he thought as he felt hungry. He wandered and took his time as he looked at all the things that were different.
Else where at a small white house surrounded by grounds two boys sat as they watched the day go by.
"Father is worried.. We need some kind of hit soon or our record label could be over."
Quatre said as he looked to his friend for his opinions on this matter.
"Then we'll have to look for a band ourselves."
Trowa said as he sipped his hot cocoa. "I surely do hope so. You know how much my father loves working in the music industry and how you and I love performing... Just none of our old band mates seem to care.. Or agree much.." Quatre said his eyes shifted towards the ground with a sadden look.
Duo on the other hand was going to meet his fate.
He ran between the narrow alleys as the police men blew their whistles and followed him.
"GET BACK HERE YOU!"
"LIKE HELL!!" Duo replied as he jumped up and climbed over a poorly cut wooden fence. He hissed in pain as splinters placed themselves in his flesh causing him to bleed. "Aww, shit!" Duo continued to run as he started making his way towards the woods. Maybe he could loose them in here? "Aw shit a car!?" He kept running as Quatre and Trowa heard the sierens approaching.
"Oh my.. What the..?"They stood up as Trowa saw Duo, "Theres a man coming this way.."
Duo ran right up on to their deck as he was breathing heavily. "Who are you?" Quatre asked.
"H-help... me.." Duo gasped out as the police came.
"Wait! What has he done?" Quatre asked, "He stole an apple!" Duo was on his hands and knees as he looks back at the cops his bangs sticking to his forehead from the sweat. Quatre handed them the money and told them that he'll deal with his "friend." After they left Quatre helped Duo up, "You speak with an American accent." Quatre smiled as Duo looked a bit surprised, "Funny.. you don't have an accent.."
"Hehehe, I'm not from here i'm just taking a vacation. So what brings you here friend?"
"To become famous what else? Hey, thanks for saving me. I'm Duo Maxwell." He offered his hand as Quatre shook it lightly and smiled, "I am Quatre Winner, this is my good friend Trowa Barton." Trowa made his way to shake Duo's hand but Duo was surprised.
"THEE Quatre!? Your dad owns a record label doesn't he?!"
"Oh, why yes, I suppose you heard of me, huh?"
"Oh crap! I came all the way here to start a band! And I meet you first! Wow!"
Quatre and Trowa's eyes grew as they sat down and talked with Duo about his music and songs.
Quatre could play various insturments such as a violin a keyboard and sometimes a guitar. Trowa could also play guitar but mostly drums and they read Duo's lyrics about his dreams, hatred, love and other things and it seemed a start of a beautiful begining. Duo was invited to stay as he was introduced to Quatre's father and soon enough if they were able to find two more members then they could have a contract.
Together they wanted from club to club with no luck what so ever.
"God, they all suck!!" Duo hissed as he set his glass mug down on the table giving the stage an evil glare. Quatre giggled as he patted his friends back, "You're only saying that cause you don't seem to understand their accents." Trowa was silent as the next act came on stage and the room became quiet. The bassist had a cold stare as if one look from his cold blue eyes meant death would fall on whoever looked. His short brown hair hung over his face and in the back was a bit of green and white hair dye.
He started to play a slow rythm on his bass as the guitarist near by started to play along slowly. The guitarist had dark narrow eyes his black hair was fastened by a small black rubber band. There was no singer to his group just these two as they played a sad yet heavy sounding musical. Duo realized that they have their souls in these riffs with each pluck and pull on the strings the more they let themselves be opened up.
After their five minute duet was over they walked off to the back without nodding or saying a word to the amazed room that was filled with shouts and clapping.
"What do you think eh?! Duo? Where'd did he go?" Quatre asked as Trowa smirked and jerked his head lightly towards the back stage door. Duo looked all over back stage and saw no one but he heard someone complaining in the bathroom. When Duo neared the cracked open door he smelled a ciggarrette as he listened.
"This is such shit, Yuy! Its an injustice to my talent! To OUR talent! They isn't a signle damn person out there that's willing to help us!"
Duo peered inside as the Asian boy complained while the other one was leaned up against a sink smoking and not saying a word but rather listening to his ranting bandmate. Duo pushed the door open some more as it squeaked catching the other twos attention.
"So an injustice to your talents, ehh? No one will help you? Hehehe, well i'll be willing to help ya's if yous want. It seems that we both feel the same way. Feeling so high and mighty because of our abilities to play to let our souls fly freely out to the crowd and yet no one else seems to hear or to care."
Duo leaned against the door as the black haired boy was surprised. "I saw you in the crowd. I thought you were a girl." Duo almost felt like falling flat on his face but he made a grunt of surprise as the other boy placed his ciggarrette in the sink behind him. "So are you looking for a band?" He asked as the last of the smoke that remained in his lungs creept out from his nostrils and mouth.
"Yeah, for about a year.. So what's your names?"
"Heero."
"Wufei."
"Duo Maxwell.. Well if you two would be so kind as to follow me i'll lead you to our fame!"
Heero and Wufei looked at each other before they followed Duo who held the door open as he was wearing a smile. He led them out to the table towards Trowa and Quatre and they all sat down and introduced themselves. Quatre was pleased as he explained how the contract would work and they talked about their musical talents and tastes.
Wufei took Heero's ciggarrette and took a few puffs as the table held its breath waiting for their replies if they wanted to join. Wufei returned the ciggarrette back to Heero as Wufei began to speak, "We need to hear how the rest of yous play.. And see if it feels right." They agreed and they went back to Quatre's home by cab. They went inside a small recording room in the basement as they took their familiar instruments.
Trowa started to play the drums as Wufei and Heero seemed impressed and Quatre smiled, proud of his friend's talent. And Quatre began to move switches and pressed the keys on his key board to fit the rythm in which Trowa was playing. And now Duo had to sing which he felt nervous about since he never done this sort of thing before. 'But you want to be famous don't you? Yes. Then go for it!' Duo closed his eyes as he let go of his collected breath and he started to sing. He felt calm as he thought more on the words and he felt whatever was natural at that moment.
His song was about how he could love but felt it would never return. He swayed to his words as he forgot who was there and where he was. When he opened his eyes he felt shy again as he mentally swore at his shyness. Wufei and Heero still looked the same emotionless stare and they glanced at each other as they smirked and Wufei smiled and motioned his right arm forward.
"We got ourself a band." And Duo shook his hand as they all laughed and went on about how they would play along with the songs.
End.
Spazmastic: Next Duo does a very funny but odd act, lol! Next in.. Photo Shoot! XD
