"To Ever Fall in Love"
Written by Bridgette Marie
I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.
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CHAPTER 3: Show Me Your Talent
"Hey, Mel." A young lady's voice spoke behind Melody. It was a cold, quiet voice that she hadn't heard before. And then there was a tap on her shoulder and she stopped and looked at pale fingers resting on her shoulder that tapped her. She turned around. It was Alex.
"Oh..hey Alex...what do you want?" Melody was in a hurry to get home. To safety. Since school was no place for a teenager to hang around, Melody tried to make Alex hurry-up on what she was going to say. "So..." Melody asked, her tone annoying. Alex grimaced.
"Sorry for bothering you, but Freddie told me to give you this..." Alex pulled out a Melody's silver bracelet that had been hanging on her wrist all day. Alex dropped the bracelet in Mel's opened hands and nodded. Then she turned left and went into an alley.
All Melody could do was stare down at her bracelet. It was silver with black and red charms hanging from it. On her 9th birthday her brother had given it to her as a present. And then 2 years later he had died. It was really all she had left of him. And how did it slip off her wrist? She examined it, checking if it was broken. And surely enough, the chain on it had broken from rust and now it wouldn't be able to hang around her tiny wrists.
"Freddie...? Why would be oh so kind to give me back my bracelet. He isn't that convenient," Melody thought to herself as she continued walking to her house. She cradled the bracelet in her cupped hands, and stared down at it. It wasn't as shiny as it was when it was first bought. Nor it was as beautiful. Some of the red and black paint was already chipping off it. Melody pulled out a safety pin from her vest pockets and carefully placed the bracelet on her tiny wrist. She put the end together with the pin. Then she stopped walking and admired the shimmer it still had. But the same quiet voice came from behind her; "Hey, wait up."
Melody turned around and saw the same Alex and her punk-self. She sighed and managed a few words to mumbled out of her mouth, "Whadda want?" Alex stared and then stood there quietly. Melody shrugged and asked her again, "What—do—you—want?" Alex then seemed to pay more attention.
"OH, umm..damnit," Alex hesitated, "I forgot what I was going to say. Fuck!" She started talking to herself...more seeming like half arguing. Melody soon grew impatient and continued going home. "NO, wait, MELODY!" Alex ran up in front of Mel. "Do you really play ANYTHING? Like...anything?"
Melody hesitated.
"I play drums...well, I used to. But ever since we've moved last year —we move all the time— my mom made me sell my old, awesome, old...ahem!...drumset. Yeah, so I don't really play anymore. Why?"
"Are you serious? I'm backup bass guitar for Katie, in School Of Rock. We're a band. It's Katie-bass; Zack Moonyham-lead guitar; Lawrence- keyboards; me-bass; Dewy, a.k.a. our teacher who's singer; Marta, Tomika, and Alicia backup singers; Summer-manager, and Freddie..." Melody cut her off.
"Drums, right? Of course." Melody knew she was right by the look of Alex's face. She nodded in her satisfied intelligence. "Well, what did you really want me for? Just to let me know Freddie will find out and hate me even fucking more?!" Melody started marching off again, frustrated and discouraged. Alex let out a grunt and followed. Melody turned, a death glare was looking up at Alex. "ALEX, leave—me—A-L-O-N-E. I have my mom to get back to. Sorry, but I don't get why you want to even talk to a newcomer!"
"BECAUSE YOU COULD BE A BACKUP DRUMMER, Mel!" Alex shouted with all her might. She was a very skinny girl, taller than Melody, but skinny. And it took a lot of breath to let her do that.
All Melody did was smirk and pulled her hair down from the ponytail she had had in all day long. You could see the red tinted color in it, making it look original. And of course, it was. Her green eyes stared deeply into her (friend's?) eyes, making her want to lurch. She shook her head finally. "No, Allie, but my mom needs me. Sorry, I can't your offer...."
Alex smiled, first time Mel ever saw, and revealed braces with silver wires and black bands. "First of all, you're the first person ever who called me Allie; which is what my," she coughed, "dead best friend used to call me. Second of all, I know you're mum. Dewy's known her since they were 4 and that's why she moved her. Third of all, Dewy called my of my cell and told me to tell you that you're welcome into the band. But don't piss the new Fred Durst off."
"What about my mother? She's an alcoholic and I have to help her stop..." Melody was almost is tears, but wiped her eyes and sniffed. Alex smirked, "That's why Dewy's friend's girlfriend, Patty, is taking care of her. SO, you're coming with me."
And with that, Alex dragged Melody down an alley that led out into the city. Then they headed for Dewy's apartment.
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"Everyone, I would like you to meet Melody...Wicoff; our backup drummer!" Dewy introduced Melody to the School OF Rock members. They all stared at her blankily, but she kept her head down. "So, Melody, show me your talent." Dewy suggested, breaking the eerie silence.
Melody headed over to the drumset back in the corner of the room where Freddie was sitting on the stool with the sticks in his hands. "Bitch," he whispered to her as he handed her the sticks and got up. She sat down and looked up at everyone. "WELL, we don't have all day!" Growled Summer. Melody blinked and stared back down at the drumset.
Come on Melody; you can do this, she thought. Closing her eyes she tried to remember how it was back in her last home. When she was in a band and was the rocking drum player. Suddenly, she started off with a steady beat. Then it grew off into a pandemonium, the sound of drums growing louder and more fierce. Her eyes were closed and she didn't know what she was really doing, just trying to go-with-the-flow. And then she ended and opened her eyes.
Dewy looked amazed and was discussing something with Summer. Lawrence wasn't doing anything. Zack was staring at her with his deep brown eyes, smiling. The backup singers were chattering away. Katie, leaning on the wall, gave Melody a heartful smile. And Freddie looked pissed.
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Wooooow. Short chapter. Ha ha. SUCK EGGS, yeah. LAAAAAAAAter dayz. 33 BRIDGETTE
Written by Bridgette Marie
I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.
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CHAPTER 3: Show Me Your Talent
"Hey, Mel." A young lady's voice spoke behind Melody. It was a cold, quiet voice that she hadn't heard before. And then there was a tap on her shoulder and she stopped and looked at pale fingers resting on her shoulder that tapped her. She turned around. It was Alex.
"Oh..hey Alex...what do you want?" Melody was in a hurry to get home. To safety. Since school was no place for a teenager to hang around, Melody tried to make Alex hurry-up on what she was going to say. "So..." Melody asked, her tone annoying. Alex grimaced.
"Sorry for bothering you, but Freddie told me to give you this..." Alex pulled out a Melody's silver bracelet that had been hanging on her wrist all day. Alex dropped the bracelet in Mel's opened hands and nodded. Then she turned left and went into an alley.
All Melody could do was stare down at her bracelet. It was silver with black and red charms hanging from it. On her 9th birthday her brother had given it to her as a present. And then 2 years later he had died. It was really all she had left of him. And how did it slip off her wrist? She examined it, checking if it was broken. And surely enough, the chain on it had broken from rust and now it wouldn't be able to hang around her tiny wrists.
"Freddie...? Why would be oh so kind to give me back my bracelet. He isn't that convenient," Melody thought to herself as she continued walking to her house. She cradled the bracelet in her cupped hands, and stared down at it. It wasn't as shiny as it was when it was first bought. Nor it was as beautiful. Some of the red and black paint was already chipping off it. Melody pulled out a safety pin from her vest pockets and carefully placed the bracelet on her tiny wrist. She put the end together with the pin. Then she stopped walking and admired the shimmer it still had. But the same quiet voice came from behind her; "Hey, wait up."
Melody turned around and saw the same Alex and her punk-self. She sighed and managed a few words to mumbled out of her mouth, "Whadda want?" Alex stared and then stood there quietly. Melody shrugged and asked her again, "What—do—you—want?" Alex then seemed to pay more attention.
"OH, umm..damnit," Alex hesitated, "I forgot what I was going to say. Fuck!" She started talking to herself...more seeming like half arguing. Melody soon grew impatient and continued going home. "NO, wait, MELODY!" Alex ran up in front of Mel. "Do you really play ANYTHING? Like...anything?"
Melody hesitated.
"I play drums...well, I used to. But ever since we've moved last year —we move all the time— my mom made me sell my old, awesome, old...ahem!...drumset. Yeah, so I don't really play anymore. Why?"
"Are you serious? I'm backup bass guitar for Katie, in School Of Rock. We're a band. It's Katie-bass; Zack Moonyham-lead guitar; Lawrence- keyboards; me-bass; Dewy, a.k.a. our teacher who's singer; Marta, Tomika, and Alicia backup singers; Summer-manager, and Freddie..." Melody cut her off.
"Drums, right? Of course." Melody knew she was right by the look of Alex's face. She nodded in her satisfied intelligence. "Well, what did you really want me for? Just to let me know Freddie will find out and hate me even fucking more?!" Melody started marching off again, frustrated and discouraged. Alex let out a grunt and followed. Melody turned, a death glare was looking up at Alex. "ALEX, leave—me—A-L-O-N-E. I have my mom to get back to. Sorry, but I don't get why you want to even talk to a newcomer!"
"BECAUSE YOU COULD BE A BACKUP DRUMMER, Mel!" Alex shouted with all her might. She was a very skinny girl, taller than Melody, but skinny. And it took a lot of breath to let her do that.
All Melody did was smirk and pulled her hair down from the ponytail she had had in all day long. You could see the red tinted color in it, making it look original. And of course, it was. Her green eyes stared deeply into her (friend's?) eyes, making her want to lurch. She shook her head finally. "No, Allie, but my mom needs me. Sorry, I can't your offer...."
Alex smiled, first time Mel ever saw, and revealed braces with silver wires and black bands. "First of all, you're the first person ever who called me Allie; which is what my," she coughed, "dead best friend used to call me. Second of all, I know you're mum. Dewy's known her since they were 4 and that's why she moved her. Third of all, Dewy called my of my cell and told me to tell you that you're welcome into the band. But don't piss the new Fred Durst off."
"What about my mother? She's an alcoholic and I have to help her stop..." Melody was almost is tears, but wiped her eyes and sniffed. Alex smirked, "That's why Dewy's friend's girlfriend, Patty, is taking care of her. SO, you're coming with me."
And with that, Alex dragged Melody down an alley that led out into the city. Then they headed for Dewy's apartment.
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"Everyone, I would like you to meet Melody...Wicoff; our backup drummer!" Dewy introduced Melody to the School OF Rock members. They all stared at her blankily, but she kept her head down. "So, Melody, show me your talent." Dewy suggested, breaking the eerie silence.
Melody headed over to the drumset back in the corner of the room where Freddie was sitting on the stool with the sticks in his hands. "Bitch," he whispered to her as he handed her the sticks and got up. She sat down and looked up at everyone. "WELL, we don't have all day!" Growled Summer. Melody blinked and stared back down at the drumset.
Come on Melody; you can do this, she thought. Closing her eyes she tried to remember how it was back in her last home. When she was in a band and was the rocking drum player. Suddenly, she started off with a steady beat. Then it grew off into a pandemonium, the sound of drums growing louder and more fierce. Her eyes were closed and she didn't know what she was really doing, just trying to go-with-the-flow. And then she ended and opened her eyes.
Dewy looked amazed and was discussing something with Summer. Lawrence wasn't doing anything. Zack was staring at her with his deep brown eyes, smiling. The backup singers were chattering away. Katie, leaning on the wall, gave Melody a heartful smile. And Freddie looked pissed.
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Wooooow. Short chapter. Ha ha. SUCK EGGS, yeah. LAAAAAAAAter dayz. 33 BRIDGETTE