Whoa! So I didn't even know I COULD write a chapter that long. It's weird. The more I write, the longer the chapters seem to get!

Guess what I found out? There is this nifty little button that allows you to put a page break in! A-fucking-mazing!


Isn't it COOL!


Here is where I provide something to prevent confusion...even though I love causing confusion.…

Emotional Hangover

Liz: guitar and lead vocals

Jenny: keyboard and backup vocals

Lottie: drums

Marianne: bass

Lisa: guitar and violin

(Yes, I know that violins are uncommon in emo bands, but I thought it would be cool.)

Vicious Innocence

Will: guitar and lead vocals

Finn: bass

Chase: drums

On with the show!


"Guys? Guys? GUYS! My GOD! Get a fucking room!" Liz shouted at Chase and Jenny, who had been making out like crazy. The company had decided that the two bands should have a bonding time before the tour started at the company's cabin in the Rockies. Both groups had eagerly agreed to the proposition/demand. Now all of them were waiting in the Bennett's living room, waiting for Lisa to arrive, so they could hit the road. Chase and Jenny pulled apart, both blushing like crazy. They had really hit it off after they had met in the pub two weeks ago. Liz really couldn't blame them for being a little kiss-crazy considering their correspondence had been strictly by phone, but after she had seen Chase's hands begin to wander to areas to certain areas she felt the need to break up the reunion.

"Sorry Lizzybug." Jenny said. Soon after that, they heard a loud pounding on the front door, followed by Lisa screaming,

"I know this door is open! I'm just coming right in!" Seconds later, Lisa flew into the room. "You really should keep that door locked Mrs. Bennett. What if I had been a crazy robber?"

"Well dear," said Mrs. Bennett, "What have we got here to steal? Nothing! So as you can see, there really is no point." Mrs. Bennett replied laughing. "Now, I suggest you kids get going now. Especially if you want to get there in time to do anything."

"Yes mother dearest." Liz said. "Come on guys, let's load up Lisa's stuff. Knowing her, it's going to take all of us." After the luggage was all stowed, everyone hopped on the new tour bus, which they were taking on the trip. As soon as they were on the road, Will locked himself in one of the rooms, claiming he needed quiet to work on his songs. The rest of them passed the trip playing a rousing game of poker in the main area. The two bands were getting along perfectly, with the exception of Will.

"What is with him?" Liz asked.

"Oh honey," Finn answered, "That's just Will. He's very shy, doesn't like to meet new people. Most people think he's stuck up, but he really isn't. You just have to be patient and get to know him."

"Really?" Liz replied, "I guess it also helps if you don't play 'emo crap.'"

"Ouch!" Chase said, wincing. "You heard that?"

"Yep. But don't worry about it too much. We hear that all the time." Liz said.

"Like Liz always says, 'Can I help it that all the crappy emotions in my head happen to make good songs?...I think not!'" Lottie said. The group all laughed at Lottie's poor imitation.

"Well, for all our sakes, I hope that Will comes out of his shell. Liz isn't the most patient of people, and I think that his insistence on being alone is starting to wear on her." Lisa announced.

"Yes." Liz agreed. "I do believe that Mr. Darcy is going to regret being a recluse soon. I'm an upfront person, I love to figure people out, and since he is never in the room, it makes it very difficult. But never let it be said that I am not up for a challenge!"


The bus reached the cabin around two in the afternoon. Though, cabin really isn't the best word for it. A more accurate word would have been estate, or maybe mansion. The place was fucking humongous. And that was precisely what Liz had said the second she saw it.

"Damn! This place is fucking humongous!" she exclaimed.

"Cabin?" Jenny said. "This is supposed to be a cabin?"

"Well," Chase replied, "The Company is known for understating things." Upon entering the "cabin" the group realized that the place was fully staffed for their stay. The girls were ecstatic and ran up the stairs to claim rooms. Liz, who was always the quickest, had run through all the rooms, found the one with the best view, and staked it as her own, by the time the rest of the group had reached the top of the stairs. After everyone was settled in, they had decided to take a quick swim in the pool beside the "cabin." Liz had been pleasantly surprised when Will had joined them. She had figured he thought himself too much above the rest of them to actually go swimming with such lowly people. She had been even more surprised at how incredible his trunks had looked on his tall figure. He was having similar thoughts about how well she filled out her black bikini. The group played and splashed around in the pool until the sun had sunken low in the sky and it became too cold to stay outside. They had returned to their rooms, and dressed for dinner.


"Well, if you must know, I think that I was far more concerned about the fact that I had dropped my guitar then the fact that my pants had split." Marianne said, as the group howled over the story Liz was telling. Apparently, at one of their concerts Marianne had tripped over her cord, fallen flat on her face, and split open the rear seam of her pants.

"Jeez Liz, do you have to tell that story to everyone?" Marianne asked.

"Aww...poor baby. You know I do." Liz replied.

"Watch out now Lizzybug! I do believe that you have more than your fair share of embarrassing moments." Jenny piped up. "I do believe that I remember an amazing rendition of I'm a little teapot...in front of hundreds!"

"Oh I gotta hear about this!" Finn declared.

'Hey!" Liz protested. "That was a dare missy."

"Yes," Jenny continued. "You and Lottie were having an argument about...oh god...what was it?"

"Who the thirty second president of the United States was." Lottie offered.

"Oh yeah!" Jenny said.

"Okay, small interruption here," Finn said, "Why the hell were you arguing over a president?"

"We had been locked in a fucking closet for hours thanks to Lisa, and we were bored." Liz supplied.

"Yes, so they were arguing over who it was and they made a bet on it. If Liz was wrong she had to sing "I'm a little teapot" with hand motions onstage at our next gig. If Lottie was wrong she had to sing "The Beer Song." Needless to say, Liz was wrong. Though, I think Liz is the only one who could possibly make the teapot song sexy and fun." Jenny finished.

"Okay, now this I have to ask. What is "The Beer Song"?" Chase asked.

"Are you fucking kidding?" asked Liz. "It's only one of the greatest songs ever. I thought that it was like a requirement or something to learn that song when you turned twenty one."

"Only you would Liz." Lottie pointed out. "You shouldn't have asked, Chase. Now she's going to want to sing it for us."

"I was not!" Liz protested. "But now that you mention it...What is the malted liquor? BEER! What gets you drunker quicker? What comes in bottles or in cans? BEER! Can't get enough of it, BEER! How we really love it, BEER! Makes me think I'm a man, BEER! I can kiss and hug it, BEER! But I'd rather chug it, BEER! Fill my belly up to here, BEER! I could not refuse a, BEER! I could really use a, BEER! BEER BEER BEER! I can't remember how much I have had, I drank a twelve pack with my dad, BURP! That's my son, the drunken manly stud, I'm proud to be his bud. Here have some pretzels, No! I'll call it quits, Those things give me the Schlitz! Drink with your family, Drink it with your friends, Drink till you're fat, Stomach distends, Beer is liquid bread it's good for you, We like to drink till we spew, EW! Who cares if we get fat? I'll drink to that! As we sing once more. What is the malted liquor? BEER! What gets you drunker quicker? What comes in bottles or in cans? BEER! Can't get enough of it, BEER! How we really love it, BEER! Makes me think I'm a man, BEER! I can kiss and hug it, BEER! But I'd rather chug it, BEER! Fill my belly up to here, BEER! Golly I adore it, BEER! Come on dammit pour it, Do it for me, Brew it for me, Feed it to me, Speed it to me. BEER! The most wonderful drink in the world. Hooray!" By the time Liz had reached the first "BEER!" everyone except for Chase had joined in, even Will. An astonished Liz said,

"You know this song Will? I wouldn't have expected you too. Will laughed. It was the first time Liz had heard him laugh. It was a deep warm sound.

"How could you not know "The Beer Song?""he asked.

"Hey!" Chase protested. "I didn't!"

"Yes I know Chase, and I forgive you. As long as you learn it soon!" Will replied. Liz was astonished at how playful Will was being. She had yet to hear him string more than a few words together in the presence of others.

"Well! Look whose finally decided to break his vow of silence!" Liz announced. "Good to hear from your end of the table Will."

"Thank you Miss Bennett. I do believe that that song brings out my talkative side. Reminds me of college days." Will said. The rest of dinner went swimmingly (hee...swimmingly).


As they were leaving the dinning room, Jenny made a request.

"Lizzybug, would you sing for us?"

"Sure Jenny." Liz replied and ran up to her room to grab her guitar.

"Sorry about that guys." Jenny said, as the rest of the group went to the common area. "Liz sings to me every night. It's a song that our mother used to sing to us when we were little before she died."

"Oh, your mother died?" Chase asked. "I'm so sorry. But, who was that at the house then?"

"That was our step-mother." Liz answered as she came into the room, guitar in hand. "Mom died when I was five, and daddy remarried Laura when I was ten. She is a wonderful woman.' Liz plopped down in the chair directly across from the sofa where Chase and Will were sitting. The fireplace had been lit, and filled the room with its warm glow. "The usual Jenny?" Liz asked.

"Mmhmm." Jenny nodded. Liz turned the pegs on her guitar, bringing it into tune, strummed a few warm-up chords, and then began to play a song.

"Good night sweetheart, Good night, sweetheart. Till we meet tomorrow. Good night sweetheart. Sleep will banish sorrow. Tears and parting, may make us forlorn, but with the dawn, a new day is born. So I'll say Good night, sweetheart. Tho' I'm not beside you. Good night, sweetheart. Still my love will guide you. Dreams enfold you. In each one I'll hold you. Good night, sweetheart, good night." The group relaxed and let Liz's clear voice wash over them as she sand the lullaby. Liz is the most confusing and intriguing girl I have ever met. Will thought. She can go from laughing, joking, and singing the "Beer Song" to quiet, and calmly singing a lullaby for her older sister. She seems to dislike me though. I hope that it wasn't my bad attitude at the first. What are you thinking Will? You hate this girl and her stupid band. Why though? Liz turned her head as she finished the song and caught the end of a long assessing stare from Will. Why is he staring at me? She wondered. Why does it matter Liz? We hate him for being a complete unsociable jerk and that is the end of it!


The next day, the occupants of the "cabin" were awoken by a surprised yelp followed by a loud thump. Everyone had rushed down the stairs to find Liz sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs muttering a stream of obscenities. Her left leg was bent at unnatural angle to the rest of her body. Liz had awoken early and decided to explore the surrounding area. Unfortunately, she had tripped on the stairs, leading to this slightly embarrassing and extremely painful situation. Everyone was shocked by the sight. Will was the first to snap out of it.

"Someone go bring the bus around front!" he shouted. Chase sprang into action, running down the stairs and out the front door. Will then proceeded to the bottom of the stairs where he knelt beside Liz. "I'm going to pick you up and carry you to the bus, Okay." Will said comfortingly. "Finn! Come down here and help me!" he shouted. Carefully, the two men were able to get Liz out to the bus. Jenny, Lisa, Lottie, and Marianne followed silently. The trip to the hospital was quiet except for Liz's muffled cries of pain when the bus hit a bump. Despite Liz's valiant attempts to keep calm, after a particularly large bump, the tears she had been holding at bay leaked out of her eyes. Noticing her silent tears, Will moved closer and gently murmured comforting words to her. When they reached the hospital, Chase and Jenny rushed into the ER and told the attendant what had happened. The ER staff then came out to the bus and brought Liz inside. Soon, they were watching Liz and Jenny disappear through the ER doors. The group then sat down in the lobby to wait.


The Beer Song was just for you Streakie! I LOVE that song. So much fun! I did not write "Good Night Sweetheart" but my mother used to sing it to me.

Here is your chance to be a part of this story! Send me suggestions for what you think are the sexiest and most romantic songs you know. I need a lot of them for my idea to work, so feel free to pick as many as you want. THANKS!

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