A/N So, here's my first fan fiction piece. I hope somebody likes it. Please review with any opinions, good, critical, whatever. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not
own Even Stevens or any of the characters. Anything not in the show I
probably made up, but I don't plan on making up too much. You wouldn't sue a fan, would you Uncle Disney?
Twitty hummed softly to himself as he walked toward his room. Going inside, he turned on his amp and grabbed his guitar. Soon, the newest of his musical creations was emanating rather loudly (a little too loudly for the neighbors taste) into his mind and soul.
It didn't have words, not yet. But he knew what it was about all right. It was about the future. It was about how going for a dream was always worth it. It was about how life has its down points, but if you hang in there, it'll be ok somehow.
He just needed to write the words.
He smiled. "This has got to be the best thing I have ever written yet." He thought. "I can't wait to tell the guys the great news. We are actually going to do it!"
Done playing for now, he picks up the phone.
"Hey Ren, can you call the rest of the band and set up a band meeting?......Well, I just have some news for everyone. Just wait until we're all together alright? So we meet at your house ten tomorrow morning? Works for me."
The entire band was there in the Stevens' basement. The music equipment took up most of the space, along with some old furniture and some storage shelves. Twitty looked at his band, his friends. Louis, Ren, Tawny, and Beans were all standing around, except for Beans, who was lying across a dusty chair.
"Someone wake him up please." Ren said. "Lets find out what Twitty wanted to tell us."
Louis looked up from the joke he was telling Tawny. "Ok dude, I'll do it."
"Beans! It's bacon time buddy!"
"Bacon!? I don't smell any bacon!" Beans jumped about 17 feet in the air and looked around expectantly.
"That's right Beans," Louis said, matter of factly. "There isn't any bacon, I lied. You needed to wake up for some big boy band talk."
"Oh, ok boss!"
Ren looked at Twitty, obviously wanting to know why they were there.
"Well," he said, a little nervously. "You guys remember a couple weeks ago when we recorded a few songs onto my computer, just for the heck of it?" He continued, his voice changing from its former slightly apprehensive to a rather excited tone. "Well, I sent it to a bunch of places around Sacramento, and we have got a bunch of gigs for the summer!"
"Cool." said Beans, elongating the word, and envisioning a life of fame and bacon.
"Sweet!" agreed Louis.
"Hmmm…" Ren mused. "What do you mean by 'a bunch of gigs'?"
"How many? Umm, I got as many as I could. I guess four or five a month. I mean, we won't make that much money, but hey, this is just the first step. We'll start getting our fan base, release a killer demo, and eventually go on tour all across California! I think we can actually do it!"
"Do it?" echoed Ren, rather questioningly.
"Uh, yeah," Twitty said, "what doesn't she understand about this whole band thing?"
"Make it, get signed, become professional musicians. You know, actually do this with our lives. That's always been the goal. This is the music business."
"Oh, of course," Ren tittered, giggling nervously. She made those famously obnoxious quotation mark finger motions. "Make it."
Twitty's mind raced "Crap, what the heck is wrong with Ren? She's always been a terrible liar. Something's up with her."
They split up, everything having been said that was going to be said. At least for now.
"Oh no," Ren thought. "This is horrible. What am I supposed to do now? They'll hate me if I do this to them!"
A/N So there you go. This chapter was a little shorter than I'm planning on for most of my chapters, in case you were wondering (although I am going to try and lean towards shorter chapters and more frequent updates than the other way 'round). Also, expect the next installment soon, as I already have it written out. And don't forget to review please!