Dissed [kinda short]

Emma POV

Friday evening Legolas and Arwen were busy at a private party, so Aragorn and me just sat bored on my front porch with Cashdoggie.

"Too bad this summer is almost over," I say.

"Yea and too bad Darien is leaving tomorrow. I'm gonna miss him."

I turn to Aragorn. "Darien is leaving tomorrow?"

"Yea, for Gondor. He'll be at the school every once in awhile, but he wants to go to get away from here. He wanted to go as soon as he could. Didn't you know?"

"No!" I exclaim. I haven't been able to get a hold of him.

"I don't see why he wouldn't call you," Aragorn shrugs.

"I want to say bye before he leaves," I say. "Even if he doesn't care whether I do or not...I want him to know I am going to miss him."

"I think he'll appreciate it. You could say bye right now if he didn't go shopping for some last minute things tonight."

"Yea...so what time is he leaving?"

"Eleven in the morning, so you could probably come by at ten fifteen," Aragorn says.



Darien POV

That morning I woke up at six. I finished packing and loaded up the trunk of my car. I had nothing else to do except leave, so I said bye to Aragorn and my mom, then left. As I drived towards Gondor, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders. Yea, Emma would be in the same city, but we wouldn't live across the street from each other and I'd be too busy to notice her and her stuck up-looking boyfriend. And maybe if I were lucky, I'd make some new friends!

I started to feel a lot happier within those few hours. I just hoped the feeling wouldn't pass. I turned up my music and tried kind of rocking out at the same time. "Oh yea!" I say. "This is the life!"



Emma POV

I hurried out of my house at ten thirty and ran over to Darien's. Aragorn answered the door. "He left already, Emma. He woke me up and was like 'see ya hopefully soon' and then left!"

"Damnit!" I say, slapping my forehead. "I don't know why he left without saying goodbye. That seems so unlike him!"

"Yea, it is. Maybe he's mad about something...you know how he's been lately."

"Yea, well maybe I can see him when he's in Gondor. I hope we're still friends."



Darien POV

The next morning I woke up really early so I could meet this big shot "Anwell Carver" at the bigphat studio. When I drove to the studio, the security let me in and pointed me towards Mr. Anwell's room.

I knocked. "Come in!" someone yelled. I came in to see a man about forty- five with shoulder length fluffy brown hair. "Darien, how nice to finally meet you!" He held his hand out to shake and I shook it.

"And this is my daughter, Arleen," he said. I looked past him to see a girl, probably seventeen, with long brown hair to the middle of her back. She smiled and waved shyly.

"Hi," she said. "I've heard you're great!"

I smiled. "Well, I'm all right...I've had a lot of practice."

"All right? Boy, you are spectacular. Now, for the add we put in the paper...we have lots of good drummers and bassists to play with you in your band..."

"Wait, hold up...did you say BAND?"

"Yes, you weren't aware that you were going to be in a band?"

"No, I thought I was going to be my own music artist with maybe a few people playing drums and stuff for me, but I didn't agree to a band..."

"Well, just try it out," Anwell said. "It could be a great learning experience. We're looking for a great singer and guitarist like you to be in a BAND. You can't take ALL the credit for people playing for you. A band is good."

I wasn't really sure what to think about this. With a band I wouldn't be allowed to make some decisions by myself. It would be a lot harder, but I guess I had no other choice. I shrugged. "All right, I'll try it out."

"Good, well the tryouts are in two days...you, Arleen, and another girl, Jem Loofers, are going to pick a drummer and a bassist."

"Jem is going to help?" Arleen moans. "Are you serious?"

"Her father wants it that way and he is my boss, so what can I say? No? There is nothing wrong with her anyways. Well, I hope you three can get along and agree on two great musicians."

I didn't know what to say about all this! I was going to have two GIRLS helping me pick which band mates were going to be mine...and I didn't even WANT band mates!

"I just want one thing," I say firmly. "That I can sing my own stuff. I'm not going to sing anything poppy and stupid that means nothing to me."

"You have the liberty of singing your own stuff. We agreed to that," he says. "You're probably going to be able to do all of your stuff, pick music style, everything, but you must give your band mates a chance to try things too."

"I can tell your worried, Darien," Arleen says. "But don't worry. There are lots of great, young musicians coming to tryout. You'll clique with a few."

"Don't bother, Darien!" Anwell said. "Go and help Tina!"

"No, Mr. Anwell, she's not bothering me," I say.

"Either way, she needs to help Tina while I talk to you, Darien. Go, Arleen!" Arleen rolls her eyes and walks out.



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