Nida's Journal and/or Diary
(part/chapter 5... practice)
7.00 am. At cafeteria. Eating by self, expecting Quistis or Xu to eventually find me. Then saw Quistis walking in a hurry towards me.
Quistis: Morning, Nida.
Me: Hey.
Quistis: (directly to the point) Listen, I have to tell you something. It's about Xu.
Me: (suddenly interested) Okay, spill the beans, already! What's with her lately?
Quistis: Well, you see.... (was suddenly interrupted by tray out of nowhere, which just happened to be Xu's)
Xu: (groggier than before) Mmmph... Morning... Whatcha talkin about?
Quistis: Oh..... nothing......
Me: (quickly gobbles hash browns) rrmph mmph.....
9.30 am. In Quad. Was waiting for the unnamed band for 10 mins. already. Looking like an idiot carrying large keyboard. Good thing nobody decided to come here yet.
9.35. Still nobody....
9.40 Grrr.......
9.45 Am fiddling with thumbs when Squall came, carrying a guitar with a weird charm (griever) dangling on one of the knob-things. As usual, he just looked at me with a blank stare, then waited at one corner, saying nothing.
10.00. Finally, Zell came. He dragged his guitar as he approached me and Squall. He greeted Squall, who just stared at him, and then faced me.
Zell: Man, you guys actually came on time?!
Squall:....................... where's Seifer?
Zell: He's setting up his drums and the amplifiers at the rehearsal room.
Me: Um... (feeling like an alien or something) shouldn't we be going by now?...
Zell: Hah! Always the eager one, huh? Anyways, I think that lapdog should be done by now... Let's get goin.
Squall:................. whatever.
10.05. At the rehearsal room. Haven't started anything yet when Zell and Seifer began to quarrel again. Hmph. So much for the discovery...
Hmmm. Might as well listen to them, anyway. The battle's getting intense.
Zell: Grr.... I can't believe I agreed to this band when he's in it!
Seifer: Nobody asked you to stay, Chicken-wuss!
Zell: Why don't you leave so you can do us all a favor?!
Seifer: I'm only playing with you chumps for the prize money! Otherwise, I'd have left you and puberty boy in the blue!
Squall: .......... Shut up, you guys. You're annoying me.
Zell: Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Commander Sir! (sarcastically)
Seifer: Yeah, Commander Puberty Boy! Why I oughta blablablablablablabla!!!!!
Zell: Blablablablablablablablablabla!!!
Squall: (seemingly miffed) ............
Was relieved that I am invisible. But then, Quistis, Ellone and a somewhat depressed Selphie came in to calm them down.
10.09 Finally, the Squabble boys had shut up. Now finally, we can start rehearsing. Selphie's gonna hear our sounds first to see what kind of a band we should be.
Selphie: Okay, Squall! Let's hear your guitar first.
Squall: ............. (strums his guitar like all guitarists do... Very simple, really.)
Selphie: .... I guess that's all right for pop rock...
Seifer: Ughh... I hate Pop Rock!
Quistis: Fine, let's hear your drums, Almasy!
Ellone: Yeah, Seifer, show us what ya got!
Seifer: (offended coz Ellone used his famous catch phrase) Hmph... (does a wild drum solo.)
Selphie: Kewl! Now let's hear Zell!
Zell: All right. [just imagine the intro in 'Bent' by Matchbox Twenty]
Selphie: Kewl! Now let's hear... um...er... Your name's Needa, right?
Me: (seemingly miffed) Nida. [then plays the intro of 'In the End' by Linkin Park]
All of them:............ (amazed, I hope?)
Selphie: Creeeeeepppppyyyyyy........ I like it!
Quistis: Yeah, sounds so sinister!
Then everyone (but Seifer I guess) began complimenting me. Yesss!!!!
10.30 For some reason, the girls decided to leave us alone and let us decide for ourselves what kindovaband we'll turn out to be and what's gonna be our band's name. Bad. Bad.
Squall: I think we should be a jazz band. I hate screaming.
Seifer: Oh really. We sure haven't noticed. but JAZZ STINX MAN!!! DAMMIT! We should be a heavy metal band!
(gaaahhh! Unerasable picture comes again!)
Zell: No, we should be an alternative rock band! Yeah!*sings* Get the cool... Get the cool shoeshine!!!! [from the song, '19-2000' by the Gorillaz.]
Seifer: Sheeesh! Kakanta ka lang bulok pa!!! p********! {translation: You sing bad! %^* @! # $%@!&!)
Zell: Say what?!
Seifer: Nothing. *mutters* chicken wuss.
Squall: How about you, Nida? (everyone then begins to stare at me... .)
Me:.......... Idaknow.
Seifer: Oh, great. I have a Chicken-wuss, a puberty boy and a deadhead in my band.
Everyone: *glares at Seifer*
10.45 Finally, we decided to become an Alternative rock band, coz that's the easiest so far in our choices. Now, we are arguing about our band's name. Dammit. Hyne take me now.
Zell: How about 'The Phoenix Downs'? (oh, please.)
Seifer: Lame.
Squall: ....... *shakes head*
Zell: Well why don't you two think of something? (invisible again.)
Seifer: Bloodfest.
Squall: Lame.
Zell: Yeah, we sound like some sort of blood thirsty morons!
Seifer: Perfectly all right with you, Zell. You're already a moron.
Zell: Hey!
Squall: ....... How about "Griever's Bunch"?
Seifer: Lamer.
Zell: Grrr...... what now? (fume.)
Seifer: How about you, deadhead?
Me:............ Idaknow.
Seifer: *grunts* I knew it.
Me: How about a name based on your, i don't know, Limit Breaks, or sumfin....
Zell: Yeah! We could be 'Different Beat'!... or 'Dolphin Blow'! ... or 'My Final Heaven'! Yeah!
Seifer: Lame, lamer, lamest.
Squall: ......... How about... 'Rough Divide'? Nah... 'Fated Circle'? 'Blasting Zone'? 'Lionheart'?
Seifer: Fire Cross.
Zell: D'oh...... this isn't working, you guys! ...Hey, how about you, deadhead, er i mean Nida? What's your limit break?
(D'oh. Everyone looks at me expectantly again.)
Me: um...... I....(remembers Grat incident) run like hell fire....
Seifer: Hah! Finally someone wussier than Chicken-wuss!
Squall: Hell Fire, huh.... not bad.
Zell: Yeah! That's what we'll call our band! Hell Fire! Although I like the sound of 'Different Beat' more...
Whew. Finally got that over with. Now, we can finally practice a song or two...
9.00 pm. Am tired, after a whole day of enduring squabbling, and being verbally harrased. Am still worried about Xu, coz I haven't seen her since breakfast.
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Gwaaaahhhhh! Lame, I know... But I can't think of better lines! Damn! Punyeta! Duurrrrr...
... just review this as I go live like a hermit again for a week.
(part/chapter 5... practice)
7.00 am. At cafeteria. Eating by self, expecting Quistis or Xu to eventually find me. Then saw Quistis walking in a hurry towards me.
Quistis: Morning, Nida.
Me: Hey.
Quistis: (directly to the point) Listen, I have to tell you something. It's about Xu.
Me: (suddenly interested) Okay, spill the beans, already! What's with her lately?
Quistis: Well, you see.... (was suddenly interrupted by tray out of nowhere, which just happened to be Xu's)
Xu: (groggier than before) Mmmph... Morning... Whatcha talkin about?
Quistis: Oh..... nothing......
Me: (quickly gobbles hash browns) rrmph mmph.....
9.30 am. In Quad. Was waiting for the unnamed band for 10 mins. already. Looking like an idiot carrying large keyboard. Good thing nobody decided to come here yet.
9.35. Still nobody....
9.40 Grrr.......
9.45 Am fiddling with thumbs when Squall came, carrying a guitar with a weird charm (griever) dangling on one of the knob-things. As usual, he just looked at me with a blank stare, then waited at one corner, saying nothing.
10.00. Finally, Zell came. He dragged his guitar as he approached me and Squall. He greeted Squall, who just stared at him, and then faced me.
Zell: Man, you guys actually came on time?!
Squall:....................... where's Seifer?
Zell: He's setting up his drums and the amplifiers at the rehearsal room.
Me: Um... (feeling like an alien or something) shouldn't we be going by now?...
Zell: Hah! Always the eager one, huh? Anyways, I think that lapdog should be done by now... Let's get goin.
Squall:................. whatever.
10.05. At the rehearsal room. Haven't started anything yet when Zell and Seifer began to quarrel again. Hmph. So much for the discovery...
Hmmm. Might as well listen to them, anyway. The battle's getting intense.
Zell: Grr.... I can't believe I agreed to this band when he's in it!
Seifer: Nobody asked you to stay, Chicken-wuss!
Zell: Why don't you leave so you can do us all a favor?!
Seifer: I'm only playing with you chumps for the prize money! Otherwise, I'd have left you and puberty boy in the blue!
Squall: .......... Shut up, you guys. You're annoying me.
Zell: Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Commander Sir! (sarcastically)
Seifer: Yeah, Commander Puberty Boy! Why I oughta blablablablablablabla!!!!!
Zell: Blablablablablablablablablabla!!!
Squall: (seemingly miffed) ............
Was relieved that I am invisible. But then, Quistis, Ellone and a somewhat depressed Selphie came in to calm them down.
10.09 Finally, the Squabble boys had shut up. Now finally, we can start rehearsing. Selphie's gonna hear our sounds first to see what kind of a band we should be.
Selphie: Okay, Squall! Let's hear your guitar first.
Squall: ............. (strums his guitar like all guitarists do... Very simple, really.)
Selphie: .... I guess that's all right for pop rock...
Seifer: Ughh... I hate Pop Rock!
Quistis: Fine, let's hear your drums, Almasy!
Ellone: Yeah, Seifer, show us what ya got!
Seifer: (offended coz Ellone used his famous catch phrase) Hmph... (does a wild drum solo.)
Selphie: Kewl! Now let's hear Zell!
Zell: All right. [just imagine the intro in 'Bent' by Matchbox Twenty]
Selphie: Kewl! Now let's hear... um...er... Your name's Needa, right?
Me: (seemingly miffed) Nida. [then plays the intro of 'In the End' by Linkin Park]
All of them:............ (amazed, I hope?)
Selphie: Creeeeeepppppyyyyyy........ I like it!
Quistis: Yeah, sounds so sinister!
Then everyone (but Seifer I guess) began complimenting me. Yesss!!!!
10.30 For some reason, the girls decided to leave us alone and let us decide for ourselves what kindovaband we'll turn out to be and what's gonna be our band's name. Bad. Bad.
Squall: I think we should be a jazz band. I hate screaming.
Seifer: Oh really. We sure haven't noticed. but JAZZ STINX MAN!!! DAMMIT! We should be a heavy metal band!
(gaaahhh! Unerasable picture comes again!)
Zell: No, we should be an alternative rock band! Yeah!*sings* Get the cool... Get the cool shoeshine!!!! [from the song, '19-2000' by the Gorillaz.]
Seifer: Sheeesh! Kakanta ka lang bulok pa!!! p********! {translation: You sing bad! %^* @! # $%@!&!)
Zell: Say what?!
Seifer: Nothing. *mutters* chicken wuss.
Squall: How about you, Nida? (everyone then begins to stare at me... .)
Me:.......... Idaknow.
Seifer: Oh, great. I have a Chicken-wuss, a puberty boy and a deadhead in my band.
Everyone: *glares at Seifer*
10.45 Finally, we decided to become an Alternative rock band, coz that's the easiest so far in our choices. Now, we are arguing about our band's name. Dammit. Hyne take me now.
Zell: How about 'The Phoenix Downs'? (oh, please.)
Seifer: Lame.
Squall: ....... *shakes head*
Zell: Well why don't you two think of something? (invisible again.)
Seifer: Bloodfest.
Squall: Lame.
Zell: Yeah, we sound like some sort of blood thirsty morons!
Seifer: Perfectly all right with you, Zell. You're already a moron.
Zell: Hey!
Squall: ....... How about "Griever's Bunch"?
Seifer: Lamer.
Zell: Grrr...... what now? (fume.)
Seifer: How about you, deadhead?
Me:............ Idaknow.
Seifer: *grunts* I knew it.
Me: How about a name based on your, i don't know, Limit Breaks, or sumfin....
Zell: Yeah! We could be 'Different Beat'!... or 'Dolphin Blow'! ... or 'My Final Heaven'! Yeah!
Seifer: Lame, lamer, lamest.
Squall: ......... How about... 'Rough Divide'? Nah... 'Fated Circle'? 'Blasting Zone'? 'Lionheart'?
Seifer: Fire Cross.
Zell: D'oh...... this isn't working, you guys! ...Hey, how about you, deadhead, er i mean Nida? What's your limit break?
(D'oh. Everyone looks at me expectantly again.)
Me: um...... I....(remembers Grat incident) run like hell fire....
Seifer: Hah! Finally someone wussier than Chicken-wuss!
Squall: Hell Fire, huh.... not bad.
Zell: Yeah! That's what we'll call our band! Hell Fire! Although I like the sound of 'Different Beat' more...
Whew. Finally got that over with. Now, we can finally practice a song or two...
9.00 pm. Am tired, after a whole day of enduring squabbling, and being verbally harrased. Am still worried about Xu, coz I haven't seen her since breakfast.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gwaaaahhhhh! Lame, I know... But I can't think of better lines! Damn! Punyeta! Duurrrrr...
... just review this as I go live like a hermit again for a week.