I just got like this freaky idea burst so here's Chapter 8!
Chapter 8: Suicide Is Wrong But So Is Murder
"You okay? You think you play?" Sage was asking.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me," I told them. The tears had left, and the sadness was gone. All I had was anger. Which was good in a way. I do everything better when I'm angry.
The band before us finished.
"Goodnight Tulsa! And remember we're the Coach Class Brats!" the singer/guitarist of the first band said then left.
"Alright let's hear it for the Coach Class Brats!" the Hooka Man as I have now nicknamed the club's owner, clapped as the band got of stage, and the backstage workers started moving their stuff and replacing it with ours, except the drums of course, which was the clubs. "Next up is The..uhm...well they don't have a name!"
We all rolled our eyes and walked onto the stage. The guys started whooping and hollering. I sat at the drum set seat. Belle picked up her guitar and Sage picked up her bass. They started tuning it as Amanda grabbed the mic.
"Hi everyone. How are ya'll doing tonight?"
A few people answered "alright".
"Well I'd tell you what the name of our band is, 'cept we don't have one. We're kinda on a split decision between Acid Roses and Bloody Mary's. But I can tell ya who is who. Over here to my left kicking serious ass is Belle. On my right we got the babelicious Sage on the bass. And in the back there we got Stephie banging her drum set," she smiled in that pervert way.
"Sicko!" I yelled at her.
"And I am the beautiful Amanda providing you with the words to our songs. To start off we're gonna play a little song called 'Suicide Is Wrong But So Is Murder'. Here we go!"
We all started playing. Belle started off with a wicked solo, then Amanda started to sing.
Polar
opposites from the minute we met
Don't
know if I hate you
Or
if I love you
You
make me so mad
You
make me so happy
Your
killing me slowly
Killing
me softly
I'm
the victim
Your
the murderer
My
heart is your murder weapon
Guilty
or innocent?
What's
the jury's conviction?
Touch
so soft
Eyes
so cold
I'm
afraid to touch you
Afraid
to speak
Your
choking me
Suffocating
me
How
many times do you want me to scream?
I'm
the victim
Your
the murderer
My
heart is your murder weapon
Guilty
or innocent?
What's
the jury's conviction?
Can't
cut my wrists
Forgot
how to bleed
Forgot
how to feel
Forgot
how to see
Can't
you see what your doing to me?
I'm
the victim
Your
the murderer
My
heart is your murder weapon
Guilty
or innocent?
What's
the jury's conviction?
We turned out to be pretty good. We played all original songs, plus our rendition of Love Potion Number 9. Everyone had left except for Dally and Johnny and a few other people having last minute drinks.
"You chicklets were rockin'!" Hooka Man came over to us as we were packing our stuff up.
"Uh thanks man," Belle said trying not to laugh.
"I think ya'll should have a record deal."
"Yeah? You gonna give us one or something?" Amanda asked rudely. She sure as hell got cranky when she was tired.
"No but here," he said handing Sage a flyer and we all looked down at it.
"Battle of the Bands?" I read out loud.
"Yeah. It's in a month, over at the High School. In the auditorium. They even got some big star to judge. 1st runner up gets 1,000 dollars. Winner gets a record deal with Exoteric Records. I think you chicklets have a good chance."
"Well thanks. We'll uh check it out," Sage folded the paper and put it in her purse.
"No problem. And feel free to come and play here any time," he smiled then started walking off.
Belle cleared her throat, "Can we have our money, brother man?"
"Oh yeah!"
She rolled her eyes and he gave her four crisp twenty dollar bills.
"Thanks brother man!" she called after him.
I hopped off the stage after all our stuff was packed up. Amanda and Belle decided to go home, and Johnny and Sage wandered off somewhere. They really did make the cutest couple.
"You girls were good," Dally complimented as I walked over to him.
"Thanks."
"That song was 'bout me huh?" he smiled and we started walking outside and down the street.
"Nah. I don't hate you...much," I teased.
"Oh thanks a lot," he rolled his eyes.
I giggled, "I'm just kidding. Gosh why do you have to be so tight ass Dallas?"
"Okay now your mocking me," he looked down at me. I never felt shorter in my life. He was about 7 inches taller than me.
"It's fun. Can you like shrink or something so your not so tall?" I asked him jumping up, so I can be taller than him.
"Uh no," he said pretending to think.
"Fine then," I waited for him to walk ahead of me then I ran and jumped on his back, so it was like he was giving me a piggy back ride.
"Oh shit! Warn me next time you do that babe!" he grabbed hold of my legs and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I laughed, "Okay horsey."
"No that's Ponyboy sweetie."
"Dally, your so mean!" I hit his chest lightly.
"Am I the one who jumped on your back?"
"No, but your calling Pony a horsey."
"Well ponies grow up to be horses, don't they?"
"Just shush."
Dally gave me a piggy back ride all the way to my house. I jumped off him and then skipped up the steps. He followed me, but walked up.
"Don't you know how to skip?"
"I do have a reputation to maintain. And skipping ain't part of it."
I rolled my eyes, "Why do you care so much about your silly little rep?"
"Because I just do, got a problem with that?" he searched his pocket for a cigarette but only found an empty carton.
"Actually I do."
"Well to bad."
I rolled my eyes and put the key in the lock to open the door.
"Hey, you ain't leavin' that fast, sweetheart," he took my hand off the knob and pulled me close to kiss me goodnight.
I kissed him back our second kiss, but it felt just like the first.
Awww they're so cute. You don't think Dally's to out of character do you? Tell me if you do. Oh just review..please. I love you all and hope you like the story! Pyce!
