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Chapter Three: Calling Duke
Ring! Ring! Ring! Duke picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Duke, this is Joey."
"Oh hey, who are you again?"
Joey sighed. "You know, the guy you put in a dog suit." Man, he was litteraly going to kill himself for reminding himself about THAT.
"Oh, that guy. Sorry I made you-."
"Don't. Let's not even talk about THAT."
"Done. So how are you?"
"Fine. Anyway, hey, how do you feel about joining a band?"
"I'd be delighted. I'm reall good at playing the drums!"
"So I've heard."
"My precious hands aren't just for rolling dice, they can do other things like-."
"Shut up! No one needs to know what else they can do ya freakin' drag queen!" There was silence. "Anyway, do you want to join our band?"
"'Our' meaning?"
"You, me, and Tristan.
"Tristan you say?"
"Yes, Tristan."
"Okay!"
"Great!"
"I'll be right over!"
Click!
"So," said Tristan. "What'd he say?"
"He said yes."
"Awesome! Now we're getting somewhere. So, what are we gonna do about the lyrics?"
"What do you mean?" asked Joey, who had no idea what Tristan meant.
"Dude! Don't tell me you have no idea what I'm talking about!"
"Okay." said Joey. "I've got the idea."
"Really?" said Tristan hopefully.
"No." said Joey flatly. "You told me not to tell you I have no idea, or something like that."
Tristan slapped his forehead. "The lyrics." said Tristan rather annoid.
"What about 'em?"
"Who's going to write them?" There was silence. (A/N: I've noticed there's a lot of silence. Sorry!)
"Me I guess."
"Alright. Solves that problem." Silence. "Are you sure you'll be able to pull it off?"
Joey shrugged. "I don't know, but I can always try. If I fail, I'll hire someone, but I will write them." said Joey determindly.
"But dude, all your poems and stuff suck!" said Tristan, as he made Joey feel bad. "Just hire someone."
"I'll write them." said Joey stubbornly.
Tristan sighed and smiled a bit. "Once, you've made up your mind, no one can change it. That's a good thing. Because of you, we're gonna make it. Besides, you don't have the money to pay someone to write them." Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." Joey got up and went to the door.
"Hey!" said Duke, as he held up his drum sticks. "I brought my drums." He pointed to the drum case that was by his feet.
"Great! Come on in!" Joey showed him in. So now the three of them sat on the floor of Joey's room.
"What's the name of the band?" asked Duke, but was answered only by silence.
Joey scratched his head. "I have no clue." More silence. "How 'bout, The Rebels!"
"Yeah sure." said both Tristan and Duke.
"But why?" asked Duke.
"Because," answered Joey. "It has to be against the law for someone like Tristan to have hair as pointy as that. Seriously Tristan, you could kill someone with that. Just with a headbutt. Your hair is a weapon of mass destruction, and Duke-" He looked at Duke, who was twirling his hair with his finger. "I'm not even going to talk about Duke."
"Oh, said Tristan. "What about you? It must be against the law for someone as stupid as you to be let loose running about."
Joey stood up. "Watch it."
"You started it!"
Duke spoke up. "Should we like, be practicing?"
"No," answered Tristan. "Joey has to write the lyrics."
"Oh. So I guess we'll have to go until Joey writes some. Then we can really start. It's been nice chatting with you all." Duke headed twards the door. Mind if I leave my drums here?" Joey shook his head. "Great."
"I'm going to too." said Tristan. " See ya tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Bye." said Duke and Tristan as they left.
Joey sat back down on the floor. "Darn! I have no idea what to write! I just need one song and then we could start playing. This is going to be harder than I thought."
End of Chapter Three
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