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Rock n' Roll Life
By Donna
Chapter Four: First Date (Blink-182)
"Ang, can you help us with the make-up?" Mark asked.
Angel yelled a, "Yeah!" and polished her lips. She ran to Mark and Roger, who were tying a tie and putting on a shirt respectively.
"Heart?" Mark asked, poking the sticker under Angel's eye.
Angel nodded. "Yeah... I was watching that Disney version of Alice in Wonderland with Mimi and I was inspired."
"Explains the red wig and the black lips. You look like a thinner Queen of Hearts."
Angel punched him lightly. "Okay. What do you want me to do to you?"
"Just put on some eyeliner, please? I can't do it for my life."
Angel nodded, taking a pencil. Roger sat next to Mark and waited his turn.
Angel put the pencil down and said, "What do you think?"
Mark checked himself out in a mirror and said, "Thanks so much, Ang!"
"My turn!" Roger yelled, pulling Angel to his direction. Angel giggled as she straightened his hair a final time and put some eyeliner on his eyes.
It was about to be their first show together and they wanted to look their best. Angel's skin was bleached, Mark went through half a bottle of hair gel trying to get a good look, and Roger continuously changed his shirt. They hadn't posted any pictures anywhere of the new lineup and they weren't sure how the fans would take the arrival of the new drummer.
Collins opened the door and said, "You guys alive?"
All three looked up and said, "We're okay!"
"Good. You're on in two minutes." Collins gave his beanie a good tug, making sure that their bandname was still visible.
"No! Already!" Roger yelled.
Well, in two (and a half!) minutes, Roger led Mark and Angel onto the stage. It was a small venue called The Random Woman that was in a more suburban part of New York. Young kids loved it because of the atmosphere and the fact they could get in, unlike CBGB's.
Some kids slammed the stage, staring at the band members.
Angel saw Mimi. Mimi screamed, "That's my baby!" as she took to the drums.
Roger grinned in a cocky manner and grabbed the mic. He put it toward his lips and put his guitar strap on. "Hey, bitches. We're the Subatomic Treehuggers."
Everyone screamed.
Roger laughed. "I'm Roger Davis, your asshole frontman."
Angel drumrolled.
"The man on the bass in the girl's pants is Mark Cohen!"
Mark put up the rock-on sign, fixing his strap.
"And now, the newest Treehugger, the girl next door you wanna fuck so bad, everyone, give a warm welcome to Miss Angel Dumott-Schunard!"
Angel bowed her head, blushing. This was borderline embarrassing. But the kids cheered nonetheless.
Roger screamed, "One! Two! Three! Four!" and they slammed through their opening number, "Birds are for Powerlines as Barbed Wires are to Your Heart." Everyone began to move and mosh and screamed with them to "She's a Riot" and "Die, Die, Deity." They even played some new songs that went over well with the crowd.
After the show they went backstage, buzzed. "How are ya, Angie?" Roger asked, putting his arm around her shoulder.
Angel grinned, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. "I'm... I'm great! That was awesome!"
"Well, it's time to meet your adoring fans," Roger gushed, letting them clean up a little before going outside.
They walked to the parking lot and some kids ran over, screaming, "Hey! Hi! It's Roger-fucking-Davis!"
Then there were the token, "MARK COHEN! I LOVE YOU!" girls and some people running over and saying, "You're... Angel... what, again?"
Angel was flattered, especially when they asked for a picture with her. There were a few that thought they were holier than thou, but Angel knew better than to pick a fight with them. Then came some negative comments.
"You're no Benny!" a scrawny boy with a bad dye-job yelled, "You're just some fag in a dress!"
"Hey! Hey!" Mark yelled.
The kid spat in Angel's face. Angel was mildly disgusted, but kept her composure.
"What was that for!" someone screamed, "You fucking asshole!"
The kid yelled, "You're not foolin' no one! Get away!"
"Leave her alone!" a group of girls screamed, "She's awesome! She can hold a beat! Fuckin' prick..."
"She's better than Benny!" someone screamed.
"Yeah!" a big group of people yelled, "Better than Benny!"
The crowd began to move and Collins came in. "Guys, come on, I think we should..."
The scrawny kid that started the whole mess came back. He grabbed a fistful of Angel's skirt and shoved his hand up.
"Get the fuck out of there!" Mark yelled, shoving him.
Angel glowered. That was the last straw. She pushed Mark back, raised her fist, and punched the guy in the face. The guy gasped, touching his lip. Blood welcomed his vision.
Everyone began to cheer.
"Angel!" Roger yelled, pulling his bandmates out of the mess of people, Collins leading.
Someone screamed, "It's a fighter fairy! Sweet!"
They left for their van, people chanting, "Fighter fairy! Fighter fairy!" the whole way out.
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NYBand Forums
Subject: Subatomic Treehuggers
megxlxmanixc: Okay. Everyone noes bout subatomic treehuggers. There this ny alt band with roger davis. Well, there drummer, benny coffin, quit, right? I dunno why, some bs about artistic diffs. Anyway, they got a new drummer, angel dumott-schunard. He's a complete and total no-name. Not from any bands. Anyways, we went to their show and we were in for it.
The new guy's a drag queen! Me and my crew were all, "is that a girl?" and then we noticed she had an adam's apple! We were a little scared. But he wasnt bad at all. Solid. Tuff, too. She looked at this SOB that gave her shit and PUNCHED HIM OUT!11111111 I was like, "holy shit." He's really good, though. And I was glad he kicked that pricks ass. But its still weird I mean, what if theyre all hiding something?
What do you guys think of angel?
Chrissy!AtTheDisco: That was i whack /I . A drag queen! I used to like SAT... but now I'm not so sure.
666999Kitti: I don't see what the big deal is. He's a good drummer and he's just as nice a person. He knows he's not like Benny and he just wants to play. Leave him alone o
DxC: Agreed. She just wants to have a good time, and when someone pretty much violated her, she fought back. I'm proud of her.
Jerkboybay: she's a bitch
666999Kitti: I disagree. If you were being harassed by someone who was, oh, feeling you up, you'd punch someone, too.
KillxSmile: SAT sucks. They're weird and dumb.
Diediedarlin: FIGHIN FAREY ROXS MI SOXS/font
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Mimi giggled, moving a stack of t-shirts to the clearance rack. "I can't believe you punched him!"
"He molested me!" was Angel's defense.
"Some people looked up from shopping.
"Angel! Jesus!" Solana yelled, laughing.
Angel blushed, playing with the pins on his lanyard. He felt odd, wearing a too-large Bowie shirt and a pair of big, chained, pants. As perverted as it sounded, he missed his legs touching continuously. He still didn't want to let his female persona fully take over just yet. He was, as far as he could tell, still the boy who had no real goal in life.
"Those pants are so unflattering on you," Collins teased.
Angel spun around. "Collins? Hi!" he jumped up and hugged him.
"Hi, Collins!" Mimi said, waving.
"Hi, Mimi! Hey... Ang... help me out?" Collins asked.
"What do you want?"
"I'm looking for something for a friend of mine."
"Oh... okay! Guy or girl?"
"A gorgeous girl. She's skinny, tall, and has long legs. I want a dress that'll make her look as great as I think she is."
"That's sweet! Uhm... is she kinda curvy? There's a nice dress right..."
"...She's kinda flat."
"Oh! Okay... Lemme show you this dress! I really want it..."
Angel grabbed a stepstool. Collins ran over, his hands brushing against Angel's arms. They blushed as Angel reached for a rather interesting dress. It was composed of ribbons, mesh, and silvery material. "Is this too much?"
"Nope. It's perfect."
"Okay! I'll ring you up!"
They went to the counter. Mimi and Solana inched away from them. Angel rang him up and put the dress into wrapping. He gave it to Collins, his cheeks tinged pink. "H-here."
Collins took the dress and quickly handed it back. "Here ya go, baby!"
Angel looked at the bag, confused. "I don't follow you."
Mimi and Solana began to crack up. "He's been flirting with you the whole time!"
Angel looked up at Collins. "Really?"
Collins looked at his feet. "Yeah. Oh! Come on! I thought it was really creative!"
"It is! I liked it," Angel said, giggling.
"Well, now that we're on the subject... erm..." Collins shifted nervously. "You wanna go out tonight?"
"What'll we do?"
"Dinner."
"Okay! I'd love to!"
"Great! Wear the dress."
"I promise I will!"
They turned to opposite directions, bright red. "See ya!" Angel whispered.
"Bye!" Collins said, waving.
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Mimi inspected the latest outfit. 'Too slutty."
"Seriously?" Angel asked, playing with the hem of her skirt.
"Yeah. Your fishnets make you look... uhm... desperate."
"Oh... okay..."
"Is this seriously your first date in three years?"
"Yeah I think this is only my second date ever."
Mimi sighed. "Get the fishnets off. Keep the boots."
"Yes ma'am."
Angel walked back into her room.
"You've had sex, right?" Mimi asked.
"Sorta."
"What do you mean 'sorta?'"
"It was oral..."
"So technically, you're a virgin?"
"Mimi, I've had a penis in a hole. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not..."
The door rattled.
Angel poked her head out of her room, bright red. "Shit!"
"Suck it up," Mimi teased. She opened the door. "Collins! Hi!"
"Hey!" Collins said, hugging her. He wore a nice polo and jeans, the only thing holding them up being a studded belt.
"Ang's still getting on her boots," Mimi added.
"Okay."
A few minutes later, Angel whispered, "I'm ready."
"So come on out," Mimi grumbled. "I can't instruct you to do everything."
Angel's long legs were the first thing that Collins could see. They pulled her out of the room and he smiled. She wore her black wig and the dress they picked out. She wore her smokey eyeshadow and dark lipstick. She smiled and twirled. "Hi!"
"Hi, baby... you look amazing!"
Angel blushed, covering her cheeks. "Thank you so much."
"Come on! Let's go!" Collins said, grabbing her hand. Mimi opened the door, waving enthusiastically. "Have fun you two!"
"Let's go, Angel... to the van!" Collins cheered.
Angel nodded, following him obediently to the beat-up white van Roger "decorated" with green spray paint and bumper stickers. Collins opened the door for her and helped her in before going into the driver's seat. Angel noticed the lovely sound system.
"What do you wanna listen to, Angie?"
Angel looked at the CDs caught in the visor at the top of the car. She pushed them around. Most of it was art-rock like The Mars Volta, Coheed & Cambria, Jimi Hendrix, and the Doors. She kept looking and found Kerplunk! from Green Day. It seemed to stick out like a sore thumb.
"Oh God... Roger left that there," Collins mumbled.
Angel smirked.
"I guess it's obvious I'm not really into alt and punk... I mean, I like AFI and Nirvana, but..."
"It's fine, Collins," Angel said, finding her favorite AFI CD. "I don't care."
She straightened his blue beanie and flashed the CD in her hand. "Do you like this CD?"
"I love it."
"Good," she said as she put it into the CD player and went to the last track. "I love this song. You know how I looked... like... dumb at Hot Topic?"
"You didn't look dumb. Just different."
"Well, whatever. That was me twenty-four/seven in high school. I was hiding. And the only thing keeping me alive for awhile was this song."
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I left you on a mild cliff-hanger XD
Well, I can't give away the next track, or it'll spoil the chapter!
So please give some mail on this one! And have a fabulous day :D