"Fuck you Aurora." the CD player belts out. If Matt Skiba didn't deserve to
be crowned King of the World then I'd take offence. ". you took my only
friend."
"So where's the first venue?" Michael leans back over his couch and grabs me.
Manager meeting. I hate him. Greg Thompson. He's like a leech. A leech on our bank accounts, on our time. and mainly on my dignity. He seems to enjoy torturing me with snide remarks about various things. Usually my sexuality. Hello? Earth to slimy guy who needs to learn the word 'shower': 'Maria and Cera are lesbians as well! Ever occurred to you to not target me? Oh, I forgot, you have a crush on Maria. Aww. Don't make me hurl.
"Well. hi Kennedy, how's your head?" He grins up at me. You'd think with all the money he scams out of our record company he'd be able to afford a toothbrush. Some people. psssh.
"What's that smell?" I sneer back at him. I want to shoot him. Repeatedly. In the head. With. a crossbow. I like those, nice and heavy to belt things with if they don't die. I wish Greg would die. He HAS to be a demon. There's no way a human would ever let themselves become so revoltingly. ugh. yuk.
"What's wrong honey? Not getting any action?" UGH! The nerve! Hold me back, I'm going to snap his neck!
Michael tightens his grip around my waist and pulls me down onto the couch, next him. He stares me down. 'Do not kill the guy who got us a record deal' he must be saying. Recent discovery: Michael's eyes talk.
"Back on topic. before human sewer here got all homophobic. where's the first venue?" Michael repeats his question. But it's lost on Greg, he's staring at Maria's exposed thigh. Very nice I have to admit, but it doesn't help our cause.
I snap my fingers in front of his face, utmost disgust emanating from Maria as her attention is drawn to the slime ball with his eyes trained on her. "Earth to perve boy! Where's the gig?"
Greg coughs and sits up a little. "Uhhhh, Cera said she'd tell you."
"Cera?"
She stares directly at me. Obviously her and Maria know, but me and Michael don't, so I'm pissed. I'm only the lead singer, you know, easy to forget me.
She squeaks a little then opens her mouth, "Suphersdulf." She manages, her voice box sounds like it's closed up entirely. What the hell?
"Suffers Gulf?" Michael laughs and plays with his hair.
Maria grins at us and replies for her girlfriend, "Sunnydale."
Oh. My. Gawd.
"As in. THE Sunnydale?" I can not believe this. Our first gig's on the Hellmouth? I'm gunna die.
"Ummm, something wrong girls?" Michael's eye dart back and forth between Maria, Cera and I.
"Sunnydale, California." Greg grins. "We'll be leaving in about." he checks his watch. ".4 hours. The bus will pick you up out the front."
I barely register that Greg's odour isn't present anymore. Why me? On the Hellmouth. this is. oh God. Save me.
"Ok, what's da deal wid Sunnydale?" Michael sits froward in his chair.
"H-he-he-hell-m-mouth." I stutter out. Here's me, potential Slayer, too old to be called really, but still, I'm a potential. And I have to go and play a loud rock concert on the Hellmouth. First gig. This. this is. wrong. Why am I scared? I kick ass!
"As in. whoa! Ken, shiyat." He slumps back into the chair.
"Ok. I can deal with this. As long as there's nothing bad going down there. I'm sure I'll be fine. Just kinda gotta lay off the Slayer vibe I guess."
"You say it like it's a pill or something." Maria smiles her gorgeous smile at me from across the room. I can kinda understand how Greg could get a boner from looking at her legs. I mean. she has cool legs. Ahhh I dunno.
"Well." I sigh. You can do this Ken! You've always been good at dealing with shit. I mean, you've got no parents, no family, a lot of money and not a shit load of responsibilities. Life's ok. You can do this. ".we've got 4 hours. The roadies will have packed up the stuff. so we can't practise. I'm gunna go downstairs and train."
"Wanna hand? I could do with a workout." Cera offers, and I can't help but smile. When will she quit trying to look after me? I mean, ok, we've been through a lot together. but she's not my watcher. He's dead. Everyone has this habit of dying.
Some days I'm happy I never got called. It means that there's someone experienced calling the shots on the big bads. And my friends aren't in danger because of me. I'M not in danger. well anymore than the next rock star. But then I wonder what it'd be like. What kinda life it'd be. How much different I would be. How maybe everything would've turned out different. Maybe I wouldn't have nightmares. Maybe my nightmares would be worse. I usually decide it's for the best, the safety of everyone not on my shoulders, those few times I wish I HAD been called. well I guess I'm just power hungry or something.
"Yeah, that'd be nifty."
"You just said nifty!" Maria roared and I felt the laugh cascade from my throat. I did. How odd. I don't think I even know what it means.
"Yea-hah. Right. Uhhh meet you guys back up here in about 2 hours ok? Still gotta pack and stuff." I'm being distant on purpose. I hate it when Maria laughs at me. Makes me wanna kick her head in. Her laugh is just so condescending. I love her though, she one of my best friends, but she's just. not normal. Hahaha. I'm a hypocrite and I love it!
"Right." Maria winks at me. "Cool." Michael smiles at me.
"Punk rock, let's go." Cera grins and grabs me by the arm. She's such a loser. My sister is a loser. Well. not my sister, but you know. Shut up Kennedy, internal monologues are so 1980's.
"So where's the first venue?" Michael leans back over his couch and grabs me.
Manager meeting. I hate him. Greg Thompson. He's like a leech. A leech on our bank accounts, on our time. and mainly on my dignity. He seems to enjoy torturing me with snide remarks about various things. Usually my sexuality. Hello? Earth to slimy guy who needs to learn the word 'shower': 'Maria and Cera are lesbians as well! Ever occurred to you to not target me? Oh, I forgot, you have a crush on Maria. Aww. Don't make me hurl.
"Well. hi Kennedy, how's your head?" He grins up at me. You'd think with all the money he scams out of our record company he'd be able to afford a toothbrush. Some people. psssh.
"What's that smell?" I sneer back at him. I want to shoot him. Repeatedly. In the head. With. a crossbow. I like those, nice and heavy to belt things with if they don't die. I wish Greg would die. He HAS to be a demon. There's no way a human would ever let themselves become so revoltingly. ugh. yuk.
"What's wrong honey? Not getting any action?" UGH! The nerve! Hold me back, I'm going to snap his neck!
Michael tightens his grip around my waist and pulls me down onto the couch, next him. He stares me down. 'Do not kill the guy who got us a record deal' he must be saying. Recent discovery: Michael's eyes talk.
"Back on topic. before human sewer here got all homophobic. where's the first venue?" Michael repeats his question. But it's lost on Greg, he's staring at Maria's exposed thigh. Very nice I have to admit, but it doesn't help our cause.
I snap my fingers in front of his face, utmost disgust emanating from Maria as her attention is drawn to the slime ball with his eyes trained on her. "Earth to perve boy! Where's the gig?"
Greg coughs and sits up a little. "Uhhhh, Cera said she'd tell you."
"Cera?"
She stares directly at me. Obviously her and Maria know, but me and Michael don't, so I'm pissed. I'm only the lead singer, you know, easy to forget me.
She squeaks a little then opens her mouth, "Suphersdulf." She manages, her voice box sounds like it's closed up entirely. What the hell?
"Suffers Gulf?" Michael laughs and plays with his hair.
Maria grins at us and replies for her girlfriend, "Sunnydale."
Oh. My. Gawd.
"As in. THE Sunnydale?" I can not believe this. Our first gig's on the Hellmouth? I'm gunna die.
"Ummm, something wrong girls?" Michael's eye dart back and forth between Maria, Cera and I.
"Sunnydale, California." Greg grins. "We'll be leaving in about." he checks his watch. ".4 hours. The bus will pick you up out the front."
I barely register that Greg's odour isn't present anymore. Why me? On the Hellmouth. this is. oh God. Save me.
"Ok, what's da deal wid Sunnydale?" Michael sits froward in his chair.
"H-he-he-hell-m-mouth." I stutter out. Here's me, potential Slayer, too old to be called really, but still, I'm a potential. And I have to go and play a loud rock concert on the Hellmouth. First gig. This. this is. wrong. Why am I scared? I kick ass!
"As in. whoa! Ken, shiyat." He slumps back into the chair.
"Ok. I can deal with this. As long as there's nothing bad going down there. I'm sure I'll be fine. Just kinda gotta lay off the Slayer vibe I guess."
"You say it like it's a pill or something." Maria smiles her gorgeous smile at me from across the room. I can kinda understand how Greg could get a boner from looking at her legs. I mean. she has cool legs. Ahhh I dunno.
"Well." I sigh. You can do this Ken! You've always been good at dealing with shit. I mean, you've got no parents, no family, a lot of money and not a shit load of responsibilities. Life's ok. You can do this. ".we've got 4 hours. The roadies will have packed up the stuff. so we can't practise. I'm gunna go downstairs and train."
"Wanna hand? I could do with a workout." Cera offers, and I can't help but smile. When will she quit trying to look after me? I mean, ok, we've been through a lot together. but she's not my watcher. He's dead. Everyone has this habit of dying.
Some days I'm happy I never got called. It means that there's someone experienced calling the shots on the big bads. And my friends aren't in danger because of me. I'M not in danger. well anymore than the next rock star. But then I wonder what it'd be like. What kinda life it'd be. How much different I would be. How maybe everything would've turned out different. Maybe I wouldn't have nightmares. Maybe my nightmares would be worse. I usually decide it's for the best, the safety of everyone not on my shoulders, those few times I wish I HAD been called. well I guess I'm just power hungry or something.
"Yeah, that'd be nifty."
"You just said nifty!" Maria roared and I felt the laugh cascade from my throat. I did. How odd. I don't think I even know what it means.
"Yea-hah. Right. Uhhh meet you guys back up here in about 2 hours ok? Still gotta pack and stuff." I'm being distant on purpose. I hate it when Maria laughs at me. Makes me wanna kick her head in. Her laugh is just so condescending. I love her though, she one of my best friends, but she's just. not normal. Hahaha. I'm a hypocrite and I love it!
"Right." Maria winks at me. "Cool." Michael smiles at me.
"Punk rock, let's go." Cera grins and grabs me by the arm. She's such a loser. My sister is a loser. Well. not my sister, but you know. Shut up Kennedy, internal monologues are so 1980's.