Kennedy Lewis, Cera DeGraf, Maria Martinez and Michael Norton make up the
group 'Aurora'. Their music being a mixture or Punk, Industrial and Old
School Rock'n'Roll. In this reality they are quasi-famous, touring the west
coast of the USA. Mainly California.
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"Who cares about what you believe in? Who cares about the American Way? Liberty and freedom, truth and justice, don't you think you're oppressing that today?" Kennedy half-screams, half-sings into the shiny silver microphone. "Oh shit." She says and steps back. Ceasing her constant abuse of the bar chord on the fret board of her brand new Les Paul Voodoo and gripping her forehead in agony.
"Kennedy?" Michael stands from his sitting position behind the drum kit. His hand gripping the drum sticks in his hands like someone would hold a set of daggers.
His piercing blue eyes, tan skin and spiked black hair had gotten him a lot of attention from women in the past. But never the woman he wanted. She was beyond his reach. Beyond any man's reach. For reasons that had only become apparent since they had become friends.
"I'm fine." Kennedy shakes her head in the manner of clearing it and takes a step back towards the microphone. "Just my head."
"I could understand that." Cera grins at her from her designated place in the recording studio. Bass guitar in hand, Cera could rock anyone to the moon, and back, but without her protective shield blocking the world from her, she's just as lost as a child in a forest. Shoulder-length, layered, dark brown locks and Spanish features caused so many to think that her and Kennedy were sisters. In a way they couldn't believe they weren't separated at birth. It seemed they could read each other's thoughts sometimes. "You sure you're ok though?"
"Yeah I'm fine." She sighs again. Her headaches have been getting better over the past few weeks, but that one night, months ago now, she swore her head was going to explode. The pain had wracked her entire body, sending her into hallucinations. She'd seen blood everywhere, a beautiful red- headed girl and then nothing but darkness. It had infested her vision like a parasite, the same images over and over again. Kennedy had never been more frightened in her entire life. Not since the day she'd been told she was born into a line of girls who were supposed to save the world. None of these things happen to normal people. Sometimes she just longed for normalcy.
"Then let's get this track done, I'm fucked!" Maria sighs and winks at Kennedy. Long, flowing blonde hair, amber eyes with flecks of gold, pouty desirable lips and the curvy figure most women would die for officially crowned Maria the Queen Heart-Throb of the group. When she rocks out with her guitar on stage, men pass out and women load their guns.
"Ok from the top guys, if you're good, Ken?" A familiar voice crackles over the headphones they are all required to wear. Oh the life of rock stars.
"Good to go, Matt." Kennedy smiles at the reflective glass she knows Matt, their producer, is stationed behind.
"Ok. Aurora - Some Time - Take 3. count in."
"One, two, three, four!" Michael clicks his sticks together on each count and they're off again. Maria slides her fingers over the strings, skipping frets with ease, like an intricate dance of her hands. Michael rocks his body with each snap of his drum stick into the snare, exertion painted all over his face.
Kennedy and Cera lean, back-to-back, into each other, nodding their heads in time with the beat of the introduction. Bass notes humming, filling the air with texture and jazz. Chords ripping from Kennedy's humbuckers, her plectrum hitting the strings with pin-point accuracy. Biting down on her lower-lip she moves away from Cera, advances on the microphone like a predator stalking it's prey, and then opens her mouth to belt out the first verse.
"I never believed in religion, it made me feel like something that I'm not I hate the prospect of letting something I can't see, control any aspect of me I don't really see the point of living in a world, where people find justification in blowing up people's homes, because of their beliefs."
Cera walks up to her own mike to deliver the harmony for the first chorus.
"It'll take some time, before you can see, it's trivialised in our media parade And I can't let you, just fall into line It'll take some time, before you can see, what you're looking at isn't real It remains a point to be argued now"
Both girls smile at each other as they step back for the lead break after their duet. All eyes are trained to Maria as she plucks out the pentatonic scale of C. Darting back and forth over strings and frets, Maria grins around at the room as she staccatos the final note and glissandos back into her verse chords.
"But you continue to turn people against their brothers and sisters And you don't seem to care that you're destroying hundreds of innocent lives Who cares about what you believe in? Who cares about the American Way? Liberty and freedom, truth and justice, don't you think you're oppressing that today?"
Kennedy's smile never leaves her face as she screams the last line of the second verse into the grided microphone, pointed at her like a gun barrel. 'It can be so intimidating, the first time you sing into a mike, but after you get used to it. it's so much fun!' Kennedy thinks to herself as Maria and Cera alternate lines on the second chorus.
"It'll take some time, before you can see."
"Four and one make five, five take two is three, but that don't mean you're free!"
"It'll take some time, before you can see, what he's doing anyone could do, so easily."
"It remains a point to be argued now."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaah!" Kennedy roars as the reverberating notes of Maria's riffs shake through her mind sending shockwaves of amazing proportions through her entire body.
Cera starts the fourth chorus off with her raw, edgy vocals, Maria entangling her sultry, raunchy style in at random intervals.
"It'll take some time, before you can see, that smell you catch is hypocrisy And I can't let you, just fall into line It'll take some time, before you can see; he can't seem to get in all in context again It remains a point to be argued now"
The obvious political motivation that one draws from the song is accentuated by the cheeky grins that spread across the girl's faces as they sing their pointed statements. Maria moves away from her mike and really gets down into the lead of the last chorus. Kennedy takes charge and screams her lungs out.
"It'll take some time, before you can see, it clearly now, through your disguise What's going on, I see the hatred in your eyes It'll take some time, before you can see what you think will save you, really hates you It remains a point to be argued now."
Michael thrashes his arms around, beating every drum, symbol or tom in his path. The result is remarkable. Speedy transitions from one style to the other, beats guiding the girls through any ad-libbing and keeping them in time.
The grand finale of the song approaches and Maria, Kennedy and Cera all stand close to their microphones. Their music starts to slow down, Michael's beats steadying, Maria and Kennedy palm-muting their strums, Cera's bass becoming cleaner.
"It'll take some time" Cera sings.
"It'll take some time" Maria follows on.
"It'll take some time" Cera grooves almost silently.
"IT'LL TAKE SOME TIME!" Kennedy yells, as every instrument cuts out. Two, three and everyone goes at it on C.
"And cut! That was brilliant guys! You're tour is gunna be off the hook!" Matt praises them.
They all know it. They know they're good. They know they rock.
"We'll I'm gunna shower and then hit it." Michael grins around at his band- mates. For a while it had felt more like in-mates. They'd all felt trapped by the contract, but after finding better management, they were free to do what they pleased, write questionable songs and explore individuality. He turns on his heel and walks through the door.
"Right. I'm just gunna go sleep, my head is about to split open and spill brains all over the ground. God, I'm babbling, someone shoot me." Kennedy smiles and walks through the door located at the rear of the studio, behind Michael's drums. They were somewhat forced to live in the apartment above the studio for the duration of their recording.
As she climbs the stairs she hears Maria and Cera talking to each other in whispered voices.
"I'm not going to tell her! You have to, you promised me!" Cera quietly groaned.
"I'll make it worth your while." Maria trailed off and Kennedy swore she could feel Cera's resolve crumbling. Always been a little weak-willed when it came to Maria. Poor Cera. 6 month relationship and she already had it really bad. They are a cute couple though.
'Michael must hate it. In a band with 3 hot girls, all of them gay.' Kennedy smiles to herself as she proceeds up the stairs, her brain not computing that Cera and Maria were discussing her.
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"Who cares about what you believe in? Who cares about the American Way? Liberty and freedom, truth and justice, don't you think you're oppressing that today?" Kennedy half-screams, half-sings into the shiny silver microphone. "Oh shit." She says and steps back. Ceasing her constant abuse of the bar chord on the fret board of her brand new Les Paul Voodoo and gripping her forehead in agony.
"Kennedy?" Michael stands from his sitting position behind the drum kit. His hand gripping the drum sticks in his hands like someone would hold a set of daggers.
His piercing blue eyes, tan skin and spiked black hair had gotten him a lot of attention from women in the past. But never the woman he wanted. She was beyond his reach. Beyond any man's reach. For reasons that had only become apparent since they had become friends.
"I'm fine." Kennedy shakes her head in the manner of clearing it and takes a step back towards the microphone. "Just my head."
"I could understand that." Cera grins at her from her designated place in the recording studio. Bass guitar in hand, Cera could rock anyone to the moon, and back, but without her protective shield blocking the world from her, she's just as lost as a child in a forest. Shoulder-length, layered, dark brown locks and Spanish features caused so many to think that her and Kennedy were sisters. In a way they couldn't believe they weren't separated at birth. It seemed they could read each other's thoughts sometimes. "You sure you're ok though?"
"Yeah I'm fine." She sighs again. Her headaches have been getting better over the past few weeks, but that one night, months ago now, she swore her head was going to explode. The pain had wracked her entire body, sending her into hallucinations. She'd seen blood everywhere, a beautiful red- headed girl and then nothing but darkness. It had infested her vision like a parasite, the same images over and over again. Kennedy had never been more frightened in her entire life. Not since the day she'd been told she was born into a line of girls who were supposed to save the world. None of these things happen to normal people. Sometimes she just longed for normalcy.
"Then let's get this track done, I'm fucked!" Maria sighs and winks at Kennedy. Long, flowing blonde hair, amber eyes with flecks of gold, pouty desirable lips and the curvy figure most women would die for officially crowned Maria the Queen Heart-Throb of the group. When she rocks out with her guitar on stage, men pass out and women load their guns.
"Ok from the top guys, if you're good, Ken?" A familiar voice crackles over the headphones they are all required to wear. Oh the life of rock stars.
"Good to go, Matt." Kennedy smiles at the reflective glass she knows Matt, their producer, is stationed behind.
"Ok. Aurora - Some Time - Take 3. count in."
"One, two, three, four!" Michael clicks his sticks together on each count and they're off again. Maria slides her fingers over the strings, skipping frets with ease, like an intricate dance of her hands. Michael rocks his body with each snap of his drum stick into the snare, exertion painted all over his face.
Kennedy and Cera lean, back-to-back, into each other, nodding their heads in time with the beat of the introduction. Bass notes humming, filling the air with texture and jazz. Chords ripping from Kennedy's humbuckers, her plectrum hitting the strings with pin-point accuracy. Biting down on her lower-lip she moves away from Cera, advances on the microphone like a predator stalking it's prey, and then opens her mouth to belt out the first verse.
"I never believed in religion, it made me feel like something that I'm not I hate the prospect of letting something I can't see, control any aspect of me I don't really see the point of living in a world, where people find justification in blowing up people's homes, because of their beliefs."
Cera walks up to her own mike to deliver the harmony for the first chorus.
"It'll take some time, before you can see, it's trivialised in our media parade And I can't let you, just fall into line It'll take some time, before you can see, what you're looking at isn't real It remains a point to be argued now"
Both girls smile at each other as they step back for the lead break after their duet. All eyes are trained to Maria as she plucks out the pentatonic scale of C. Darting back and forth over strings and frets, Maria grins around at the room as she staccatos the final note and glissandos back into her verse chords.
"But you continue to turn people against their brothers and sisters And you don't seem to care that you're destroying hundreds of innocent lives Who cares about what you believe in? Who cares about the American Way? Liberty and freedom, truth and justice, don't you think you're oppressing that today?"
Kennedy's smile never leaves her face as she screams the last line of the second verse into the grided microphone, pointed at her like a gun barrel. 'It can be so intimidating, the first time you sing into a mike, but after you get used to it. it's so much fun!' Kennedy thinks to herself as Maria and Cera alternate lines on the second chorus.
"It'll take some time, before you can see."
"Four and one make five, five take two is three, but that don't mean you're free!"
"It'll take some time, before you can see, what he's doing anyone could do, so easily."
"It remains a point to be argued now."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaah!" Kennedy roars as the reverberating notes of Maria's riffs shake through her mind sending shockwaves of amazing proportions through her entire body.
Cera starts the fourth chorus off with her raw, edgy vocals, Maria entangling her sultry, raunchy style in at random intervals.
"It'll take some time, before you can see, that smell you catch is hypocrisy And I can't let you, just fall into line It'll take some time, before you can see; he can't seem to get in all in context again It remains a point to be argued now"
The obvious political motivation that one draws from the song is accentuated by the cheeky grins that spread across the girl's faces as they sing their pointed statements. Maria moves away from her mike and really gets down into the lead of the last chorus. Kennedy takes charge and screams her lungs out.
"It'll take some time, before you can see, it clearly now, through your disguise What's going on, I see the hatred in your eyes It'll take some time, before you can see what you think will save you, really hates you It remains a point to be argued now."
Michael thrashes his arms around, beating every drum, symbol or tom in his path. The result is remarkable. Speedy transitions from one style to the other, beats guiding the girls through any ad-libbing and keeping them in time.
The grand finale of the song approaches and Maria, Kennedy and Cera all stand close to their microphones. Their music starts to slow down, Michael's beats steadying, Maria and Kennedy palm-muting their strums, Cera's bass becoming cleaner.
"It'll take some time" Cera sings.
"It'll take some time" Maria follows on.
"It'll take some time" Cera grooves almost silently.
"IT'LL TAKE SOME TIME!" Kennedy yells, as every instrument cuts out. Two, three and everyone goes at it on C.
"And cut! That was brilliant guys! You're tour is gunna be off the hook!" Matt praises them.
They all know it. They know they're good. They know they rock.
"We'll I'm gunna shower and then hit it." Michael grins around at his band- mates. For a while it had felt more like in-mates. They'd all felt trapped by the contract, but after finding better management, they were free to do what they pleased, write questionable songs and explore individuality. He turns on his heel and walks through the door.
"Right. I'm just gunna go sleep, my head is about to split open and spill brains all over the ground. God, I'm babbling, someone shoot me." Kennedy smiles and walks through the door located at the rear of the studio, behind Michael's drums. They were somewhat forced to live in the apartment above the studio for the duration of their recording.
As she climbs the stairs she hears Maria and Cera talking to each other in whispered voices.
"I'm not going to tell her! You have to, you promised me!" Cera quietly groaned.
"I'll make it worth your while." Maria trailed off and Kennedy swore she could feel Cera's resolve crumbling. Always been a little weak-willed when it came to Maria. Poor Cera. 6 month relationship and she already had it really bad. They are a cute couple though.
'Michael must hate it. In a band with 3 hot girls, all of them gay.' Kennedy smiles to herself as she proceeds up the stairs, her brain not computing that Cera and Maria were discussing her.