(8:07 - the Fox.)
Lauren walked into the Fox and looked around. There was a huge stage in the front, where the band was already playing and Trent was strumming his guitar, singing softly. The audience was quiet, captivated, their forks moving to their mouths but their eyes never leaving the stage. The lights were dimmed except the ones by the stage, and tables were all over the place.
Finally spotting Felice and Aiden, who were at a large square table by the stage, Lauren made her way between the tables to them and finally sat down just as the song ended. She looked up at Trent, who looked down and saw her, winked, and then began talking to the crowd while Lauren said, "Sorry I'm late." She reached over and took a cruton from Felice's salad.
"It's okay. You only missed about two songs. The first two are like slow, mellow songs... But this is more like a concert, with screaming and yelling and everything. Look around, there's a lot of punk teen-agers." Aiden was saying. "I got to see them earlier this week practicing, pretty awesome."
Lauren looked up at Trent, who was still talking. "Our next song is called (A/N: Linkin Park's Meteora soundtrack - I stole every song off of there, hope you don't mind!) Hit the Floor. Zeek here is trying out with rapping and I'm getting a sore throat, so... hope you like the song." The crowd cheered but it was drown out by a heavy bass.
Lauren watched as Trent's body moved with the music, his long, tapered fingers strumming over the guitar. She looked next to him at Zeek, who was holding onto the mic and rapping.
Suddenly, she watched Zeek pick up his guitar and play as Trent grabbed the mic with both hands. She watched the veins pop out in his neck and arms, and his body bent in odd angles as he screamed out. "One minute you're on top, making your heart stop, one minute you're on top, making your heart stop, and then it's all gone..."
Zeek began rapping again, and Trent let go and strummed at his guitar again, his face red. He continued to scream, and Lauren watched, ignoring the waiter, as he screaming into the mic, his body twisting and bending backword and forward, his knees bending.
Finally listening to the yelling waiter, but not taking her eyes off Trent, Lauren ordered and accepted an offer for a margarita. She waved him off.
Zeek began rapping again, the lyrics making her pretty sure it was written by Trent. She watched him as his fingers moved, barely visible, against the strings again and again, his veins showing in his muscular arms. Lauren looked up at his chest, which was clad in a tight black shirt, as he screamed about hearing him out.
Lauren smiled, and enjoyed the show and the many sides of Trent Grey.
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Lauren walked into the Fox and looked around. There was a huge stage in the front, where the band was already playing and Trent was strumming his guitar, singing softly. The audience was quiet, captivated, their forks moving to their mouths but their eyes never leaving the stage. The lights were dimmed except the ones by the stage, and tables were all over the place.
Finally spotting Felice and Aiden, who were at a large square table by the stage, Lauren made her way between the tables to them and finally sat down just as the song ended. She looked up at Trent, who looked down and saw her, winked, and then began talking to the crowd while Lauren said, "Sorry I'm late." She reached over and took a cruton from Felice's salad.
"It's okay. You only missed about two songs. The first two are like slow, mellow songs... But this is more like a concert, with screaming and yelling and everything. Look around, there's a lot of punk teen-agers." Aiden was saying. "I got to see them earlier this week practicing, pretty awesome."
Lauren looked up at Trent, who was still talking. "Our next song is called (A/N: Linkin Park's Meteora soundtrack - I stole every song off of there, hope you don't mind!) Hit the Floor. Zeek here is trying out with rapping and I'm getting a sore throat, so... hope you like the song." The crowd cheered but it was drown out by a heavy bass.
Lauren watched as Trent's body moved with the music, his long, tapered fingers strumming over the guitar. She looked next to him at Zeek, who was holding onto the mic and rapping.
Suddenly, she watched Zeek pick up his guitar and play as Trent grabbed the mic with both hands. She watched the veins pop out in his neck and arms, and his body bent in odd angles as he screamed out. "One minute you're on top, making your heart stop, one minute you're on top, making your heart stop, and then it's all gone..."
Zeek began rapping again, and Trent let go and strummed at his guitar again, his face red. He continued to scream, and Lauren watched, ignoring the waiter, as he screaming into the mic, his body twisting and bending backword and forward, his knees bending.
Finally listening to the yelling waiter, but not taking her eyes off Trent, Lauren ordered and accepted an offer for a margarita. She waved him off.
Zeek began rapping again, the lyrics making her pretty sure it was written by Trent. She watched him as his fingers moved, barely visible, against the strings again and again, his veins showing in his muscular arms. Lauren looked up at his chest, which was clad in a tight black shirt, as he screamed about hearing him out.
Lauren smiled, and enjoyed the show and the many sides of Trent Grey.
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