Sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't mean to take so long to post! It's just that my internet connection was down. So I couldn't go on to update!
Anyway, vote stands like this:
Orion: 2 Whatever: 1 Chester: 0
So, I'm currently sticking with Chester, though that may change.
Again, I'm sorry! And now for the fic:
Since Harry had joined the band, he would go to the house on the edge of Wisteria Walk (which had turned out to be Rob's) at six to practice each night.
So far all he had done was sing lyrics that Mike had wrote, but tonight was going to be different. He and Mike would be trying to get lyrics for a new tune the others had come up with.
"So, first of all, we sit and listen to the music and try and decide what emotions it makes us feel. Or, at least, that's what I do." Mike started. He was trying to show Harry the ropes of writing lyrics. He reached over and clicked the play button on his CD player.
Listening once through, the music made Harry think of the Wizarding world, and how they expected him to save them from Voldemort now that they knew he was back, and how they had always expected him to be the 'perfect, yet lonely, little orphan boy.' When the music finished, he looked up at the other boy and said "I couldn't seem to feel any emotions." Mike began to look disappointed. "All I could think of was how every one in... I mean where I come from," Harry barely caught himself in time from saying 'the wizarding world'. "They all expect so much of me. But I know I can't do what they're expecting me to."
All he got was a nod in response. "Yeah. My parents were expecting me to continue the family tradition. It's like a... government job. But then when I was younger, we all found out something that... prevented that." Harry was about to tune out for a second when Mike muttered. "I'm just a 'good for nothing squib' now aren't I?"
This immediately got Harry's attention. "Squib?! What do you mean, a squib?"
Mike got a panicked look, "Oh, it's just... a family nickname for me. That's all." Harry laughed, very sarcastically.
"That's all my arse! You're a squib! Your parents are magical, aren't they!"
"Shh! Not so loud!" Understanding finally caught up. "Wait!
That would mean you're a... you're a..."
"A wizard? Yes."
"Oh God. You probably hate me how that you know I'm a squib."
"Why would I hate you?"
Mike looked puzzled. "Well, all your kind hate squibs, don't
you? That's what my parents say."
"Then your parents," he paused for effect, "are lying bastards." Mike laughed a little.
"So, you don't hate me then?"
"If I did hate you, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you right now." Harry laughed, a genuine laugh this time. "Come on. We better get started on these lyrics. If we're lucky we might finish them tonight."
It in fact took them three days to complete the lyrics. Then another two to perfect them to the bands 'specifications', as Joe called it. By the next week they were ready to try playing the song through with the lyrics. Although they had had to wait an extra hour while Mike and Harry decided what bits should be sang, and which bits should be rapped. (A/N: rapped, is that the right termanology?) Eventually, they were ready to start. (A/N: from now on, Mikes stuff will be in [ ] ok?)
"I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of walking in your shoes"
[Caught in the undertow
Just caught in the undertow]
"Every step that I take is
Another mistake to you"
[Caught in the undertow
Just caught in the undertow]
"I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
"Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly
Afraid to lose control
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you"
[Caught in the undertow
Just caught in the undertow]
"Every step that I take is
Another mistake to you"
[Caught in the undertow
Just caught in the undertow]
"And every second I waste
Is more then I can take
"I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
"And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
"I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
"I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there"
[Tired of being what you want me to be]
"I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there"
[Tired of being what you want me to be.]
With that the music faded out, leaving the entire band feeling better than they had all week.
After a minute or two, Phoenix turned to Harry. "Chester, we need to know now, are you serious about joining this band?" Harry didn't even pause to consider it.
"Yes. I am."
"So are you willing to stay in the band once we're signed?"
"Duh." He thought what a stupid question this was.
"Brilliant. You need to come with us tommorow then. We're going to the record company." He turned to everyone at this point. "We'll have to take 'Numb' with us too. They want to hear something that we have all written with our new singer." He patted Harry on the back. "So can we all meet here tommorow morning at nine am?"
Harry nodded. He wanted to go. Scratch that. He had to go. Now all he had to do, he thought as he walked back towards Privet Drive, was escape the Dursleys.
So there you have it. The new chappie. It was kinda boring. I know. But it will get better! I promise.
And I know the whole, 'Mike a squib' thing, probably shouldn't have been added in, but that's just what came out as I typed, so it's there.
Please tell me what you think about that!
Oh, and next chapter, no LP songs. (Sorry to any LP fans out there! I was going to have all LP songs, but not everyone likes them.)
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