Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Linkin. Please don't
take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called
plagiarism. I only own the plot.
Note: Somehow the italics still aren't showing. This chapter is dedicated to my first two reviewers; fanfict and dude.
Summary: it's Harry Potter's 6th year my way. OotP spoilers. There's a vampire, Harry in a rock band (Linkin Park songs, not a songfic), and hopefully more.
*Last Time* ~ *~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~ *~ *~ *~ *~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry walked out of the store without a backwards glance and looked around for a clock. Once he finally found one (two hours left), there was a flier that said:
Hey young people of London. Are you looking for a career in rock music, particularly in being a vocalist? Well if you are, go to the almost finished store in the London mall. There's a banner that says Auditions. You can't miss it. It's on the second floor, on the left, across from The Dungeon. Today, the first Saturday of June, is the final day. Good luck. ~ *~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~ *~ *~ *~ *~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry didn't know whether or not if he should go. So he took out a
coin.
"Heads yes, tails no," he said to himself and tossed the coin. It
flipped slowly and as it went towards the ground he let it fall to the ground and stepped it from rolling away.
When he removed his foot, it was heads. Harry decided to fix his hair,
so he went to the nearest restroom. Inside, he went to the sink, started running the faucet, and soaked his head in there. Then, he got a paper towel to wipe off any water that got on him before it got on his clothes. He decided to make his hair into little spikes he didn't need gel. Once he was finished Harry took a deep breath and started going back to The Dungeon and went to the store on the left across from The Dungeon.
The line was a little bit shorter than before but the noise was louder
as people were trying to practice. He noticed some people were filling out forms and he asked one of them and he said at the desk in the front, so he went there and got one and went back to the end of the line again.
"Question 1. What is your name?" it took Harry awhile to think up a
full name and wrote down Chester C. Bennington.
"Question 2. How old are you?" Harry wrote down 16, but then he changed it to 20.
The questions kept on asking simple things and the line got smaller
and smaller. By the time he was finished there was at least 10 people behind him and 1 person in front of him. When they asked for the next person in line, Harry went through and gave the form to someone. Someone asked to leave the door open because it was hot in there.
There were 5 other guys in the room with him; they were looking at his profile. The blue haired guy in the middle of the group, went around the table towards Harry, who was standing in front of them with his hands behind his back.
"So Chester you sing the lines that are highlighted. I'll start," the
blue haired guy said and he started rapping once the music started playing.
He rapped so fast that Harry almost lost track, but once he found it, it was his turn and chance. He didn't know if the lyrics were suppose to be screamed, if it was short or long, singing lightly or aggressive. He did what he felt was best.
Once the song was over, the guys either looked at him or at the people outside of the room, he thought he saw one of them leave.
So what did you think? Sorry this is so short. I'll try to update in
at least 2 weeks or whenever I have time because school is starting again. I hate going to school.
Guess what? I'm going to see Linkin Park in concert this January 27th!
I'm happy, but I want to get their autograph or tell them what a great band they are. I think my LPU isn't coming before the concert. : (
Well have a Happy New Year!
Note: Somehow the italics still aren't showing. This chapter is dedicated to my first two reviewers; fanfict and dude.
Summary: it's Harry Potter's 6th year my way. OotP spoilers. There's a vampire, Harry in a rock band (Linkin Park songs, not a songfic), and hopefully more.
*Last Time* ~ *~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~ *~ *~ *~ *~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry walked out of the store without a backwards glance and looked around for a clock. Once he finally found one (two hours left), there was a flier that said:
Hey young people of London. Are you looking for a career in rock music, particularly in being a vocalist? Well if you are, go to the almost finished store in the London mall. There's a banner that says Auditions. You can't miss it. It's on the second floor, on the left, across from The Dungeon. Today, the first Saturday of June, is the final day. Good luck. ~ *~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~ *~ *~ *~ *~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry didn't know whether or not if he should go. So he took out a
coin.
"Heads yes, tails no," he said to himself and tossed the coin. It
flipped slowly and as it went towards the ground he let it fall to the ground and stepped it from rolling away.
When he removed his foot, it was heads. Harry decided to fix his hair,
so he went to the nearest restroom. Inside, he went to the sink, started running the faucet, and soaked his head in there. Then, he got a paper towel to wipe off any water that got on him before it got on his clothes. He decided to make his hair into little spikes he didn't need gel. Once he was finished Harry took a deep breath and started going back to The Dungeon and went to the store on the left across from The Dungeon.
The line was a little bit shorter than before but the noise was louder
as people were trying to practice. He noticed some people were filling out forms and he asked one of them and he said at the desk in the front, so he went there and got one and went back to the end of the line again.
"Question 1. What is your name?" it took Harry awhile to think up a
full name and wrote down Chester C. Bennington.
"Question 2. How old are you?" Harry wrote down 16, but then he changed it to 20.
The questions kept on asking simple things and the line got smaller
and smaller. By the time he was finished there was at least 10 people behind him and 1 person in front of him. When they asked for the next person in line, Harry went through and gave the form to someone. Someone asked to leave the door open because it was hot in there.
There were 5 other guys in the room with him; they were looking at his profile. The blue haired guy in the middle of the group, went around the table towards Harry, who was standing in front of them with his hands behind his back.
"So Chester you sing the lines that are highlighted. I'll start," the
blue haired guy said and he started rapping once the music started playing.
He rapped so fast that Harry almost lost track, but once he found it, it was his turn and chance. He didn't know if the lyrics were suppose to be screamed, if it was short or long, singing lightly or aggressive. He did what he felt was best.
Once the song was over, the guys either looked at him or at the people outside of the room, he thought he saw one of them leave.
So what did you think? Sorry this is so short. I'll try to update in
at least 2 weeks or whenever I have time because school is starting again. I hate going to school.
Guess what? I'm going to see Linkin Park in concert this January 27th!
I'm happy, but I want to get their autograph or tell them what a great band they are. I think my LPU isn't coming before the concert. : (
Well have a Happy New Year!