xX... SCREW THE WEEK THING, I'M GONNA UPDATE WHEN I WANT!!! I know it's not
that good but...yeah... live with it, I'm trying to think! ...xX
New Jersey
Morning came oh too quickly and soon little Marta Hale's alarm was raising hell. Marta slammed her hand down on the little box,
"Who knew, that such a little box could make such a friggin loud noise!?" Marta thought to herself. She got up and thirstily gulped down the small glass of water on her little nightstand, quenching the dry, scratchy thirst that settled deep down in her throat during the night.
It was 6 o clock in the morning; Marta was wearing her soft blue pajama bottoms and a soft creamy colored tank top. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Morning always comes way to quickly when you have a long day ahead of you. Marta went down the hall and banged noisily on Zack and Freddy's door.
"GET UP SLEEPY-HEADS! SCHOOL!!" She shouted and ran towards the only bathroom on the second floor, slamming the door and safely locking it.
She let the hot water run all over her dry, dirty skin as she heard Freddy pounding on the bath room door. Marta chuckled, Boy was this gonna be fun! She thought. Once out of the shower she wrapped a towel around herself, opened the door and ran back to her room. Freddy leaped into the bathroom closing the door behind him.
"Guys, I was kidding, it's Saturday!!" Marta yelled down the hall. She heard a scream from Freddy.
"You...You... Son of a b..." Freddy started to yell. Marta couldn't help cracking up, she began giggling non-stop. Freddy approached her,
"Stop Freddy, ahh!!!" Marta screamed as Freddy leaped on her and began tickling her to no end. Marta shrieked and screamed until Zack wearily emerged from his room. He looked like a hermit living in a cave, asleep for the past 10 years. His hair was everywhere, his shirt was longer on one side, and his boxers were ruffled and wrinkled.
"Zack, dude, go take a shower," said Freddy stopping the attack on his cousin.
Zack looked around, blinked, looked very confused, and walked silently into the bathroom
"Woah, not a morning person?" Marta laughed, looking at Zack.
"Apparently not," Freddy laughed and went into his let room.
Half an hour later Zack, Freddy, and little Marta were sitting on the couch, each with a bowl of cereal in their laps, flipping the channels, looking for something other than Bob the Builder to watch on the beautifully warm, sunny, Saturday morning.
"Oh, just find something!!!" yelled Marta after a while.
"I'll go pick something from the DVD closets, you gotta have something," said a much rejuvenated Zack.
He set his bowl of cereal on the table and got up, went to the cabinet and grabbed something at random.
"Will and Grace season one," Zack said, taking the DVD out of the case.
"Great," said a sarcastic Freddy.
"Just slip it in," Marta called to Zack, who was fiddling with the DVD player.
They watched two episodes of Will and Grace until Freddy was on the verge of becoming a homicidal homophobic maniac, Marta stopped the DVD. Freddy breathed a sigh of relief. The door bell chimed throughout the house.
"I GOT IT!!" yelled Marta, as she leaped up and ran towards the door. It was Katie.
"Hey, Kate," Marta smiled.
"Hi Marta, Zack...Freddy," she looked behind Marta and waved, "what have you been doing naughty girl, having an orgy?" Katie laughed.
Marta slapped Katie, not very hard, but enough to sting.
"Sorry," Katie replied sheepishly, "I just IM'd Gordon and he said that the recording session will take place in an hours at his house, kay?" Katie replied, no fully recovered from the sting of the slap, "and Marta?" she whispered, "I know what happens at an orgy, don't lose track of time!" Katie smiled. Marta hit her harder, "OUCH!" Katie yelped.
"With my cousin?" Marta questioned, "EWWW!!"
Katie laughed even harder, "Bye, see ya soon!" Katie called as she went down the narrow walk that lead from the house to the sidewalk.
"GUYS! We gotta go to Gordon's in an hour, move off your lazy asses!" Marta yelled. Zack and Freddy got up, put their dishes away, said good-bye to Marta and headed for Zack's house. ................................................................................................................
THE JOURNAL OF MARCO HOSEY (written by Marco so those sp. mistakes are on purpose! DUHHH)
Hey Journal,
Ah the life of a roadie. All we do is eat, sleep, and put on cool special affects! Suxs doesn't it?? ;) Today we are recording our hits at my best friend in the worlds house: Gordo. Poor Gordo though! Hes hopelessly in love with Marta Hale. Cute little Marta Hale. There is just one problem. I cant stop thinking about Marta Hale. I can't help it, she haunts me, in my dreams, I think of her, during band practice when im supposed to be testing the smoke machine, I just stare at her, stare, and stare until she looks at me and I pretend im busy. But its ok, no one ever notices me. Everyone loves this band but me, no one would even care if I dropped off the face of the planet! Probably only Gordo and Dewey. NEWAY, now I have to go and help Gordo record the stupid music. Maybe something will happen during this world tout and I'll realize the secret, the secret that every man seems to know but me... lost and confused Marco. Bye for now, marc
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Gordon Infante looked around his room one more time, everything was neat (ish), his bed was moved a little to the side so all the musicians could play, his laptop was sitting on his desk, and a small blue microphone was hanging from the ceiling, it was barely holding on, Gordon had furiously tapped it up in a mass of scotch tape, duct tape, and sticky mucus/spit/elbow grease type mixture. IT WAS NASTY! Gordon was wearing his beanie, and his favorite black IPOD shirt. (not the white one he wore to bed!!!) Dia was out of the house for the day, shopping, with whatever government money she could get, the house was neat and clean, and very spacious so everyone would have room to do their...thing... It was the first time anyone had even been on the block where Gordon's small, barely two story, house sat on a tiny lot. Let alone go inside of it. At 11 o clock sharp the door bell rang. Summer, thought Gordon.
"Hey Summer, come on in," Gordon managed a smile. Summer hugged him and thanked him a gazillion times before actually entering the house, checking it out, and heading upstairs to work on the papers needed for the tour. Over the next half hour people trickled in, ending with Dewey and Marco (Marco had gone to help Dewey bring the BRAND SPANKING NEW roadie equipment that head roadie, Marco, had purchased with the roadie fund, a portion of donations made to the band, basically- all the band members parents gave some money once and they were still spending it)
"ROADRUNNER!! Are you ready to ROCK!!!" Dewey screeched as Marco and him carried in the equipment.
"Marco," Gordon smiled as his best friend went in the house and upstairs. Only Marco had been to Gordon's house. Dewey went upstairs too, after a while (not before raiding the snacks that Gordon had slaved over for later!)
The actual musicians and Summer were all in Gordon's room, the rest of the band were all scattered throughout the house. Gordon finally came in.
"Hey guys, ready?" Gordon asked, clapping his hands together and going over to his laptop. There were shouts of YES! And LETS ROCK! from the band and Dewey. Gordon popped in MAC Garage Band. The program came up and Gordon set it up quickly.
"Ready?" Gordon asked, "Hi! This is a test! La la la strait A's!" Gordon wailed. The band laughed. Gordon went to his computer and clicked on something, Gordon's voice boomed professionally out of the speakers, "Hi! This is a test! LA LA LA Strait A's" The band was in awe at modern technology.
"OK Dewey, do you thing!" Gordon said, quietly, "OH! You don't have to actually play towards the microphone, it's pretty strong, it will pick up everything," Gordon added as Dewey tilted his head up, ready to sing.
The band started, it was amazing. Everyone was as close to perfect as possible and Gordon didn't take his eye's off Marta for one second. When they had recorded five out of the fifteen songs Gordon stopped them and said, "Break, I'll bring up snacks!" the band cheered.
Gordon went downstairs and checked up on everybody. No one was dead, good sign thought Gordon. He grabbed the mini-cokes and some bags of popcorn and some bags of cheetos and threw them on the living room table.
"FEAST!" He yelled, the roadies, security, groupies attacked the food and ate like ravaged, rabid dogs. He brought the same up for the band.
"Food!" yelled Tomika and attacked. The rest of the band waited until she was done and then converged on the treats. All but Lawrence who stood next to his keyboard reading. Gordon went up to him,
"You don't want anything?" Gordon asked.
"No thank you, I am fine," Lawrence replied very politely.
"We have other stuff ya know, I can get you whatever you want," Gordon pushed.
"No, please, I am fine," Lawrence replied ten times more politely.
"Alright, but if you need anything just holler," Gordon laughed and went back to his laptop to work on the sound mixing.
"Hey, Roadrunner!" Someone called, Gordon looked up. It was Marta Hale. She was looking radiant: pink tank top, soft brown cargo pants. Gordon smiled,
"hmm?" He answered.
"Let's hear what we have so far!" She suggested.
The band exploded: yeah, great idea, cool, c'mon dude!
Gordon looked down at his laptop, set his speakers up right, and clicked PLAYBACK for School of Rock.
The music started. The band burst into cheers! All through the song everyone was commenting, cheering, laughing, and clapping until the final chord when they gave themselves a standing ovation. Gordon laughed. Let's finish up. And so they did...
It was7 at night when Gordon had finally finished transferring the layout for the CD cover that the groupies made to an actual computer layout. It had been a long, tiring day for Gordon. He sighed, pulled his beanie off and looked at a finished copy. The case had the School of Rock crest on it and the words: School of Rock: Accept no Substitutes. The CD itself was brilliant, it too had the crest on it and the sound and quality were superb. Gordon picked up a stack of 60 or so finished copies, put them in his back pack, hopped on his bike and rode down the street to the CD shop.
............................................................................................................
"SCHOOL OF ROCK! SCHOOL OF ROCK!" 100 or so crazed citizens of the bands small New Jersey town shouted at the top of their lungs. The band was there, at Crestview Park, for a live performance and CD signing. The band played four songs, the audience went absolutely bonkers, they signed over 100 purchased CD's. And the results from the EBAY auction had come in. One of the records had raised over $100! It was a good day! After the gig the band gathered at the country club. Lawrence's parents had graciously rented. Everyone was talking and shouting. Gordon went up onto the makeshift stage and tapped on the microphone until everyone had quieted down a bit.
"Hey, guys, guys?" Everyone quieted down, "Uh... we have raised lots of money and I have the final results in my hand!" he smiled.
"READ THEM!! READ THEM!!" The crowd shouted.
"All the CD's we sold, signed, the concert we just did in New York the total of it all is..." he paused, everyone held their breath or crossed their fingers,
The total is... two thousand and fifty one dollars!" Gordon beamed!
The crowd broke into wild applause, and mad screams. All the kids were allowed to have a glass of champagne. Dewey got up on the table, drunk with happiness and shouted at the top of his lungs
"WATCH OUT WORLD, WE ARE COMING FOR YOU!"
The crowd erupted into defining cheers as not a single sad person stood in the ballroom...
Soon...the band would be seeing the world. And no one could wait!
xX... I've decided to screw the weekly idea and will just update it whenever I want! It gets better from here! THANXS ...xX
New Jersey
Morning came oh too quickly and soon little Marta Hale's alarm was raising hell. Marta slammed her hand down on the little box,
"Who knew, that such a little box could make such a friggin loud noise!?" Marta thought to herself. She got up and thirstily gulped down the small glass of water on her little nightstand, quenching the dry, scratchy thirst that settled deep down in her throat during the night.
It was 6 o clock in the morning; Marta was wearing her soft blue pajama bottoms and a soft creamy colored tank top. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Morning always comes way to quickly when you have a long day ahead of you. Marta went down the hall and banged noisily on Zack and Freddy's door.
"GET UP SLEEPY-HEADS! SCHOOL!!" She shouted and ran towards the only bathroom on the second floor, slamming the door and safely locking it.
She let the hot water run all over her dry, dirty skin as she heard Freddy pounding on the bath room door. Marta chuckled, Boy was this gonna be fun! She thought. Once out of the shower she wrapped a towel around herself, opened the door and ran back to her room. Freddy leaped into the bathroom closing the door behind him.
"Guys, I was kidding, it's Saturday!!" Marta yelled down the hall. She heard a scream from Freddy.
"You...You... Son of a b..." Freddy started to yell. Marta couldn't help cracking up, she began giggling non-stop. Freddy approached her,
"Stop Freddy, ahh!!!" Marta screamed as Freddy leaped on her and began tickling her to no end. Marta shrieked and screamed until Zack wearily emerged from his room. He looked like a hermit living in a cave, asleep for the past 10 years. His hair was everywhere, his shirt was longer on one side, and his boxers were ruffled and wrinkled.
"Zack, dude, go take a shower," said Freddy stopping the attack on his cousin.
Zack looked around, blinked, looked very confused, and walked silently into the bathroom
"Woah, not a morning person?" Marta laughed, looking at Zack.
"Apparently not," Freddy laughed and went into his let room.
Half an hour later Zack, Freddy, and little Marta were sitting on the couch, each with a bowl of cereal in their laps, flipping the channels, looking for something other than Bob the Builder to watch on the beautifully warm, sunny, Saturday morning.
"Oh, just find something!!!" yelled Marta after a while.
"I'll go pick something from the DVD closets, you gotta have something," said a much rejuvenated Zack.
He set his bowl of cereal on the table and got up, went to the cabinet and grabbed something at random.
"Will and Grace season one," Zack said, taking the DVD out of the case.
"Great," said a sarcastic Freddy.
"Just slip it in," Marta called to Zack, who was fiddling with the DVD player.
They watched two episodes of Will and Grace until Freddy was on the verge of becoming a homicidal homophobic maniac, Marta stopped the DVD. Freddy breathed a sigh of relief. The door bell chimed throughout the house.
"I GOT IT!!" yelled Marta, as she leaped up and ran towards the door. It was Katie.
"Hey, Kate," Marta smiled.
"Hi Marta, Zack...Freddy," she looked behind Marta and waved, "what have you been doing naughty girl, having an orgy?" Katie laughed.
Marta slapped Katie, not very hard, but enough to sting.
"Sorry," Katie replied sheepishly, "I just IM'd Gordon and he said that the recording session will take place in an hours at his house, kay?" Katie replied, no fully recovered from the sting of the slap, "and Marta?" she whispered, "I know what happens at an orgy, don't lose track of time!" Katie smiled. Marta hit her harder, "OUCH!" Katie yelped.
"With my cousin?" Marta questioned, "EWWW!!"
Katie laughed even harder, "Bye, see ya soon!" Katie called as she went down the narrow walk that lead from the house to the sidewalk.
"GUYS! We gotta go to Gordon's in an hour, move off your lazy asses!" Marta yelled. Zack and Freddy got up, put their dishes away, said good-bye to Marta and headed for Zack's house. ................................................................................................................
THE JOURNAL OF MARCO HOSEY (written by Marco so those sp. mistakes are on purpose! DUHHH)
Hey Journal,
Ah the life of a roadie. All we do is eat, sleep, and put on cool special affects! Suxs doesn't it?? ;) Today we are recording our hits at my best friend in the worlds house: Gordo. Poor Gordo though! Hes hopelessly in love with Marta Hale. Cute little Marta Hale. There is just one problem. I cant stop thinking about Marta Hale. I can't help it, she haunts me, in my dreams, I think of her, during band practice when im supposed to be testing the smoke machine, I just stare at her, stare, and stare until she looks at me and I pretend im busy. But its ok, no one ever notices me. Everyone loves this band but me, no one would even care if I dropped off the face of the planet! Probably only Gordo and Dewey. NEWAY, now I have to go and help Gordo record the stupid music. Maybe something will happen during this world tout and I'll realize the secret, the secret that every man seems to know but me... lost and confused Marco. Bye for now, marc
............................................................................................................
Gordon Infante looked around his room one more time, everything was neat (ish), his bed was moved a little to the side so all the musicians could play, his laptop was sitting on his desk, and a small blue microphone was hanging from the ceiling, it was barely holding on, Gordon had furiously tapped it up in a mass of scotch tape, duct tape, and sticky mucus/spit/elbow grease type mixture. IT WAS NASTY! Gordon was wearing his beanie, and his favorite black IPOD shirt. (not the white one he wore to bed!!!) Dia was out of the house for the day, shopping, with whatever government money she could get, the house was neat and clean, and very spacious so everyone would have room to do their...thing... It was the first time anyone had even been on the block where Gordon's small, barely two story, house sat on a tiny lot. Let alone go inside of it. At 11 o clock sharp the door bell rang. Summer, thought Gordon.
"Hey Summer, come on in," Gordon managed a smile. Summer hugged him and thanked him a gazillion times before actually entering the house, checking it out, and heading upstairs to work on the papers needed for the tour. Over the next half hour people trickled in, ending with Dewey and Marco (Marco had gone to help Dewey bring the BRAND SPANKING NEW roadie equipment that head roadie, Marco, had purchased with the roadie fund, a portion of donations made to the band, basically- all the band members parents gave some money once and they were still spending it)
"ROADRUNNER!! Are you ready to ROCK!!!" Dewey screeched as Marco and him carried in the equipment.
"Marco," Gordon smiled as his best friend went in the house and upstairs. Only Marco had been to Gordon's house. Dewey went upstairs too, after a while (not before raiding the snacks that Gordon had slaved over for later!)
The actual musicians and Summer were all in Gordon's room, the rest of the band were all scattered throughout the house. Gordon finally came in.
"Hey guys, ready?" Gordon asked, clapping his hands together and going over to his laptop. There were shouts of YES! And LETS ROCK! from the band and Dewey. Gordon popped in MAC Garage Band. The program came up and Gordon set it up quickly.
"Ready?" Gordon asked, "Hi! This is a test! La la la strait A's!" Gordon wailed. The band laughed. Gordon went to his computer and clicked on something, Gordon's voice boomed professionally out of the speakers, "Hi! This is a test! LA LA LA Strait A's" The band was in awe at modern technology.
"OK Dewey, do you thing!" Gordon said, quietly, "OH! You don't have to actually play towards the microphone, it's pretty strong, it will pick up everything," Gordon added as Dewey tilted his head up, ready to sing.
The band started, it was amazing. Everyone was as close to perfect as possible and Gordon didn't take his eye's off Marta for one second. When they had recorded five out of the fifteen songs Gordon stopped them and said, "Break, I'll bring up snacks!" the band cheered.
Gordon went downstairs and checked up on everybody. No one was dead, good sign thought Gordon. He grabbed the mini-cokes and some bags of popcorn and some bags of cheetos and threw them on the living room table.
"FEAST!" He yelled, the roadies, security, groupies attacked the food and ate like ravaged, rabid dogs. He brought the same up for the band.
"Food!" yelled Tomika and attacked. The rest of the band waited until she was done and then converged on the treats. All but Lawrence who stood next to his keyboard reading. Gordon went up to him,
"You don't want anything?" Gordon asked.
"No thank you, I am fine," Lawrence replied very politely.
"We have other stuff ya know, I can get you whatever you want," Gordon pushed.
"No, please, I am fine," Lawrence replied ten times more politely.
"Alright, but if you need anything just holler," Gordon laughed and went back to his laptop to work on the sound mixing.
"Hey, Roadrunner!" Someone called, Gordon looked up. It was Marta Hale. She was looking radiant: pink tank top, soft brown cargo pants. Gordon smiled,
"hmm?" He answered.
"Let's hear what we have so far!" She suggested.
The band exploded: yeah, great idea, cool, c'mon dude!
Gordon looked down at his laptop, set his speakers up right, and clicked PLAYBACK for School of Rock.
The music started. The band burst into cheers! All through the song everyone was commenting, cheering, laughing, and clapping until the final chord when they gave themselves a standing ovation. Gordon laughed. Let's finish up. And so they did...
It was7 at night when Gordon had finally finished transferring the layout for the CD cover that the groupies made to an actual computer layout. It had been a long, tiring day for Gordon. He sighed, pulled his beanie off and looked at a finished copy. The case had the School of Rock crest on it and the words: School of Rock: Accept no Substitutes. The CD itself was brilliant, it too had the crest on it and the sound and quality were superb. Gordon picked up a stack of 60 or so finished copies, put them in his back pack, hopped on his bike and rode down the street to the CD shop.
............................................................................................................
"SCHOOL OF ROCK! SCHOOL OF ROCK!" 100 or so crazed citizens of the bands small New Jersey town shouted at the top of their lungs. The band was there, at Crestview Park, for a live performance and CD signing. The band played four songs, the audience went absolutely bonkers, they signed over 100 purchased CD's. And the results from the EBAY auction had come in. One of the records had raised over $100! It was a good day! After the gig the band gathered at the country club. Lawrence's parents had graciously rented. Everyone was talking and shouting. Gordon went up onto the makeshift stage and tapped on the microphone until everyone had quieted down a bit.
"Hey, guys, guys?" Everyone quieted down, "Uh... we have raised lots of money and I have the final results in my hand!" he smiled.
"READ THEM!! READ THEM!!" The crowd shouted.
"All the CD's we sold, signed, the concert we just did in New York the total of it all is..." he paused, everyone held their breath or crossed their fingers,
The total is... two thousand and fifty one dollars!" Gordon beamed!
The crowd broke into wild applause, and mad screams. All the kids were allowed to have a glass of champagne. Dewey got up on the table, drunk with happiness and shouted at the top of his lungs
"WATCH OUT WORLD, WE ARE COMING FOR YOU!"
The crowd erupted into defining cheers as not a single sad person stood in the ballroom...
Soon...the band would be seeing the world. And no one could wait!
xX... I've decided to screw the weekly idea and will just update it whenever I want! It gets better from here! THANXS ...xX