A/N: Alright! I'm just gonna get them all typed up all at once so I can just post them. Sounds like a good idea, no? Anyways, here ya go!
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Chapter 6: August 4, 2014
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"It's today!"
"Calm down, Sam!" Jazz said over the phone, trying desperately to make her friend quiet down.
"But it's today!" Sam complained. Jazz smiled and sighed, knowing her friend was too excited to care.
"So I've heard. Do you know his name yet?"
Jazz could almost hear Sam's frown. "No, but I'm gonna find out today!"
"His show isn't until tomorrow," Jazz pointed out.
Now, Sam's smirk was evident in her voice. "But if I just happen to run into him as he's going to his hotel, I just might get to talk to him."
Jazz laughed. Good ol' Sam, always a rebel.
"Good luck with that."
"Thank you. It stinks that you have to work today! You could have come with me!"
Jazz sighed. "Yeah, Sam, I'd love to, but you know how small our staff is here. I'm lucky if they let me go tomorrow!"
"Well, see ya."
"Bye."
Sam sighed after Jazz hung up. No matter how excited she was, she really didn't want to go alone. But, that's the price of being a reporter. Besides, it would be... odd to have a friend come along for an interview.
She put her cell away and began to walk towards the hotel while looking at her shoes, deep in thought. She was trying to figure out exactly what to say to S. A. when she met him. She was still on the first word when... she ran into someone, causing them both to fall on their butts.
"Oh my gosh!" she said, standing up to help the man up. He appeared to be her age. "I'm so sorry; I wasn't looking where I was going. I was--I was--"
"Too deep in thought," the man finished, grabbing her hand to pull himself up. He was half-smiling, as if afraid to. "We all get lost in thought sometimes."
"Yeah... I'm just... really sorry."
"It's fine, don't worry."
"You're not hurt, are you?"
"No. You?"
"Not at all. So..." Sam looked around and noticed three guys and a girl staring at them next to a large van. A guy with orange hair was trying to sneak his arm around the girl, but was getting hit every time he tried. At that point, Sam looked at the person she had run into. He had on a black cap, backwards, with some red hair sticking out and sunglasses over his eyes. His clothes were black and baggy, and his shirt read, "The light you see at the end of the tunnel is the headlamp of a fast-approaching train" in green. Sam smiled at the Goth guy, thinking they'd get along well. "Who are they?" she asked, nodding at the group of guys, and a girl.
It was then that the girl spoke. Well, screamed... "Simple Apology! C'mon, we wanna get goin'!"
The boy cringed and yelled back, "I'll be there in a few minutes, Killin' Bratz!"
The girl sulked for a minute, and the guy with orange hair tried to cheer her up. She punched him in the nose.
"Sorry 'bout them," the guy Sam ran into said. "They're my friends. We're kinda a band."
"Cool," Sam replied. "What do you play?"
"Uh, guitar, and I sing."
"Awesome."
"Oh, here," he handed her a card, "there's our band's information. We mostly play at local coffee shops and such."
" 'PARAnormal'?" Sam read. She looked up at him blushing and smiled. "Sounds cool. I'd love to hear you guys."
He smiled back. "Neat. Now if we can just find a place to play."
"Well, there's this----"
"SIMPLE APOLOGY, GETCHO FREAKIN' A OVER HERE!" the girl screeched at him. He blushed more.
"Hold on," he told Sam. He walked over to the girl, but that didn't stop Sam from hearing him shout at her.
"Temper, ya better calm down!"
"Oh? And why should I, Peace-Keeper?"
"'Cause I will fightcha if I have ta!"
The girl looked at him furiously before stomping off into the van. The boy sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"You better watch her, Nick. You know how she got last time," he said to the orange-haired guy.
"Right," he said, nodding and running into the van. The guy Sam had run into came back.
"Sorry," he said, "things can get kinda out of control with Temp."
"Who?" Sam asked curiously.
"Temp. Also known as Temper, Killin' Bratz, Psyche, Triple X, and Xexioxa, if you can pronounce it."
"...Not gonna ask about the third one and the last one."
"Good. She's... different."
"Different is good," Sam answered indignantly.
"Yep. And she's an awesome guitarist and singer."
Sam laughed. "So, who are the others?"
"Well, the one who was trying to make a pass at Kay--Temper--was Nick. He's got several nicknames, too, like Fire, Jester, Jest, and Nunca Serio."
" 'Nunca Serio'? You mean, never serious?"
"Yeah. Kay's Hispanic, fluent in Spanish; she came up with the nickname. Suits him, too."
Sam laughed. "What about the last two?"
"Well, the guy with blue-ish hair is Leo, a.k.a. Water, Philosopher, and Dr. Phil." Sam stared at him. He shrugged. "He watches too much of it."
"O...kay..."
"The guy with brown hair is Jon. His nicknames are Earth, Optimiser, and Benny."
"...Benny?"
The guy chuckled. "That's a long, silly story."
"Oh?"
"Kay tried to get him to go Goth, but he blatantly refused, so she settled on Emo, but it didn't work 'cause he was too optimistic, but all her Emo friends call him Benny now 'cause Benny was his Emo name."
"...Okay, then."
"I've also heard Kay called Slinger before, when we first met."
"Why?"
"She was apparently very good with a gun. Went to prison for a month for using one once."
"A month?"
"Good behavior, she didn't actually hurt anyone, and... she was ticking off the policemen."
Sam laughed again. "So why was Nick making passes at Kay?"
"They're dating," the guy said nonchallantly.
"Those two are dating! Must be an abusive relationship."
"No, Nick just said something about all the 'H-O-double-T chicks' in the town we just went through, which made Kay angry. You'd think he'd have learned by now not to make her angry."
"Why?"
"Let's just say, the only one who fought her and lived to tell the tale is standing in front of you."
Sam gaped. "You? You fought HER? What happened to a guy not fighting a girl?"
"It was purely self-defense!" he held his hands up as if to surrender. "All four of them will tell you that!"
"Alright, then." Sam took off her purple sunglasses, which she had worn to keep a "low profile", and rubbed her eyes. Keeping her eyes closed, she put the shades back on and asked, "Do you guys have a place to play here yet? I'd love to hear you sometime."
"No. Do you know a place?" He looked hopeful.
"Yeah, here," Sam handed him a flyer for a new coffee shop in town.
"Maybe I'll see you. My friends and I are there every night."
"Yeah, maybe you will." He took the flyer and pocketed it. Behind him, the van shook with a screech.
"¡No tengo gusto de tú en todos! ¡Tú eres un idiota! ¡Mire lo que usted lo hizo! ¡Oh, no, callete! ¡Tus excusas no le ayudarán este vez!" Kay chased Nick out of the van. "UUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! MEN! SIMPLE APOLOGY, YA BETTA GETCHO BUTT OVA HERE BEFORE I KICK THIS LOUSY, WORTHLESS BAG OF MEAT NAMED NICK INTA THE NEXT MILLENIUM!"
The guys all winced, apparently taking her threat seriously.
"Sorry," the one said to Sam, "I kinda have to go."
"Wait!" Sam called as he began to leave. She ran to catch up with him, holding out her hand when she did. "My name's Samantha Manson, Sam, please."
The guy laughed as he shook her hand. "My name's Samuel. Sam. Sam Anthony."
Sam (Manson) stood there in shock. She had just had an entire freakin' conversation with S. A. without realizing it! She was just about to say how much she loved his work and had been looking forward to meeting him when she noticed one very important thing.
His van had just left with him in it.
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LYRICS
One more kiss could be the best thing But one more lie could be the worst And all these thoughts are never resting And you're not something I deserve
In my head there's only you now This world falls on me In this world there's real and make believe And this seems real to me
You love me but you don't know who I am I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand And you love me but you don't know who I am So let me go Let me go
I dream ahead to what I hope for And I turn my back on loving you How can this love be a good thing When I know what I'm goin through
In my head there's only you now This world falls on me In this world there's real and make believe And this seems real to me
You love me but you don't know who I am I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand You love me but you don't know who I am So let me go Just Let me go... Let me go
And no matter how hard I try I can't escape these things inside I know I knowww..
When all the pieces fall apart You will be the only one who knows Who knows
You love me but you don't know who I am I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand And you love me but you don't know Who I am So let me go Just let me go
And you love me but you don't You love me but you don't You love me but you don't know who I am And you love me but you don't You love me but you don't You love me but you don't know me
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A/N: LMAO! Sorry, laughing hysterically at the irony of it all! (Sorry again, I'm laughing because of stuff that you'll see later, like--I'm just gonna shut up now). BYES, Y'ALL!
1 Kay's rant. Roughly translates to: "I don't like you at all! You're an idiot! Look what you did! Oh, no, be quiet/shut up! Your lame excuses won't help you this time!"
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Sneak Peek!
Sam glanced over at Kay, Nick, Jon, and Leo. They were ready to get started. Kay and Nick had their guitars on and tuned, Jon was already sitting at the drums, and Leo was at his keyboard. Sam put his guitar strap around his shoulder and got ready to play. He got a weird feeling that something would go wrong tonight.
Unfortunately, Kay had more than a feeling that it would go down hill; Fate had told her it would. She didn't know how, but she knew she would find out. Kay had warned Nick, just in case.