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IMPORTANT A/N : it's been a year people! Though it's a short chappie, i hope you guys are happy to see me back! (those of you who are left, of course.)
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Any of the Kingdom Hearts characters do not belong to me. (Damn.)
By my OCs do.
Any song in this fic is by a real band and I am not taking credit for their lyrics. (Unless I state otherwise)
Thank you.
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Chapter 5 -
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Oh joyous day. Excellent. I love the world. Things are GEWD.
Why?
I had found my electric guitarist!!! The only trouble now was convincing him to join our band…
Ok, that sobered me up a little.
But how hard could that be? Just a little chat and give him our card. I mean really, it's no trouble. Just a little convincing…simple pimple…easy peasy…
Right?
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By the time I had pedaled home and thrown myself into my room it was already five o'clock. The performance was gonna start in an hour!!!!
Cripes.
I chucked a few bras across my room in an attempt to find a suitable shirt underneath all my underwear. GUH.
I ended up tossing the whole drawer on my bed and emptying it all over my sheets. There was that black stripy shirt with the little skull- No, too gothy. There was that bright green tube top...No too raver. There was that cute little blue shirt that revealed everything it was supposed to hide...No too slutty...Why did I even OWN that shirt anyway? I rummaged around a bit more and pulled out a red and black plaid skirt.
I paused. It would be hell riding my bike and trying to keep it from flying up and showing my panties to the world, but it was nice and not to short...First impressions were after all, everything. I set it aside and continued to spread clothing across my comforter. I found a black and red tie to match the skirt, but still no shirt.
Abandoning my bed I yanked open the doors of my closet and saw immediately what I was looking for.
A white collar shirt I had only worn once to a chorus concert was hanging on a hanger right in front of me. I snatched it and ripped off the shirt I was currently wearing. Buttoning up the collared shirt I checked the mirror to make sure it looked alright. It was excellent. I tripped onto my bed trying to get my jeans off, but recovered by grabbing the skirt and slipping it on. I had to look in the mirror again to fasten my tie but a few minutes later it was all good. I went ran to the bathroom and fixed my hair, righting a few strands that didn't know which side of the part they belonged to. I fixed my shorter bangs with a bone shaped beret and sprayed some of my cucumber/melon body mist on me before I threw myself under my bed and pulled out a converse box. Tipping it over the bed, a barely worn pair of classical plain black converses tumbled out onto the sheets. They were my special pair, the ones I wore to important events when times called for simple and clean instead of my normal flashy, bright pairs. They were just black low tops and they made a statement that said "I'm punky fresh, but reasonable and normal enough for you to talk to, so please don't judge me."
Or, at least that's the message I hope they brought across…
Anyway, as soon as they were on my feet and laced up I took one last look in the mirror. Excellent. I was giving off the "sophisticated, yet stylish" look. But something was missing…I checked my other drawer and slipped on a black arm sock.
Perfect.
I looked at the clock and jumped. It was already half past.
I grabbed my purse and ran to the garage to get my bike. I left the house in a flurry, pedaling like a…pedaling machine.
By the time I had opened the door of the café and was sidling my way against the wall to the door that let back stage, Cid was already announcing tonight's line up, his voice blaring through the speaker hanging from the ceiling. The café was already packed with people who had arrived just to see the performances. I knew there were people like me in the crowd, waiting to recruit these people for their bands.
Not if I could help it! That electric guitarist was sooo mine.
And I had backstage access...In your FACE all you other people out there!!! Ah, christ. It was good to have connections.
Tifa was guarding the door and she looked up at me as I approached her.
"Oh hey, Reina, Cid told me you were coming tonight."
"Did he? That's good, can go in?" I asked, checking my watch. The performance was about to start, I had to hurry to catch the guitarist before he went on stage.
"Sure, but I think you're a little late, you'll have to wait back stage for him to finish playing."
"Sure, right, ok, no problem." I said, thinking fast. I had to get to him first!
She let me in and I trotted into the dark room. I saw a pair of jeans whip of out view onto stage.
"Shit." I mumbled, I had just missed him. "Alright, no biggie, I'll just chill backstage till he finishes up and comes back. Then I can ambus- I mean, talk to him." I smiled to myself and nodded absent mindedly as I settled upon a bunch of boxes for the long wait.
"Right, here's our first performer, uh..Electric guitarist and he's gunna be playing a couple pieces." I heard Cid's magnified voice from the speakers outside. "You wanna say sumthin' before you start, kid?"
There was silence. I took that as a no.
"Right then, play away." Cid said, probably getting off stage. There was light applause from the audience that was immediately quelled when the first few riffs of "September" by Green day started playing.
I stopped thinking too.
Hot damn, he was EXCELLENT!
I listened in awe as he played through the first verses, each note clear and true. He played at a perfect tempo, just like the original. Nothing was rushed, nothing was hurried. Even though he wasn't singing, it was still really impressive. I actually suddenly appreciated it more without the lyrics.
He finishing the refrain and I had my eyes closed, just listening to the last notes fade. There was a wild explosion of applause from the audience. They all went silent as soon as he started his next and last piece.
It would be Muse, if I remembered correctly from the pamphlet.
At first I thought I was mistaken but slowly I realized he had guitarized the beginning, which was drums and bass. He had changed it into a guitar piece...Wow, dedication to the song. Ftw.
Then when the chorus was due to start, I was shocked by the fluidity his fingers were sliding up and down the neck of his guitar. He was playing his frets like a devil. At exactly the right moment he slowed down, the tune going back to its normal, mournful tones. As soon as the chorus came back, he was off again, playing like there was no tomorrow, the speed was incredible.
Not one mistake. I was agog.
And with a last few slow notes, he was done.
The audience was mad with applause, whistles, and calls for an encore and I barely heard his footsteps nearing backstage.
The guy from the stage appeared around the corner, everything was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing but never the less I jumped up and ran to him
"Oh my god, you were- that was amazing!!! Please, you gotta take me up on my offer, cuz, god, wow, we'd be honored to have you with us." I grabbed his hand and shook it. He said nothing, just stood there, evidently shocked. I realized doing this in the pitch black wasn't very effective, we wouldn't even be able to see Cid if he was dancing naked infront of us. (God forbid)
Still holding his hand I began to pull him to the door. I wanted to get into the light, where I could finally see what this guitar hero looked like!
On the way out of the door, I brushed by a boy with light brown hair, a mullet, and heavily gelled hair that stood up vertically from his head. He was carrying an electric guitar too, but I didn't even spare him a second glace. I had the guy I wanted.
As I stepped outside I noticed dim light was pouring from one solitary spot light. The rest of the lights were aimed on stage. But it was enough to see, there was no need to go outside.
Still holding the hand of the guitarist, I turned to smile at him ecstatically.
"Please join my band- Cloud?!"
I stared in absolute shock at the blonde haired boy in front of me. He was staring at me the same way, but with something like horror on in his icy blue eyes.
Oh shit.
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Author's Notes:
Im typing this on july 4th 2007...lol, holy shit, it's been a year since i updated. Or even wrote more to this chapter.
christ, time to get my groove back on.
(btw, cookies to whoever noticed who that other guitarist was. Leave me a review with his name and i'll mention you in my next update! cheers!)