Senses Fail- Rum is for drinking not for burning, Within Temptation-All I need

Dun Dun DAH!!!!
Two for the price of one.
What does Helen Keller do after falling down a well?
Screams her fingers off.

Rum is for drinking not for burning.
Despite this I still think the Pirates of the Caribbean Movies
Kicked a--.

I punch the glowing buttons with my thumb quickly.

"Hey?" the voice answers nonchalantly on the other end.

"So doing anything tomorrow night Bee, or tonight," I turn over to check the time, 3:30 am, "Yeah, tonight."

"Nope," I can hear the sound of paintbrushes clinking in the background.

"Good 'cause I got invited to go see a band play at the Minco."

"Sounds like fun, I'll pick you up, wear boots."

Smellerbee has been my best friend since the summer before 7th grade when we met at a church camp. She's an artist and almost completely nocturnal. She's home schooled so it helps. But I don't get to see her much during the day. Her sibs are all in their mid-twenties and thirties, she was the "oops" child. Her mom used to be a hippy and her dad works all he time, so she pretty much gets to do what she wants. Wish I could be her some days. We both come from rich families, like the same music, and like
getting into trouble. Our friendship was inevitable.

"Kay I will. The band goes on at 11:30, by the way."

"Sooo…" she says accusingly, "…who gave you the invite?"

I groan, "It's a long story."

"Do tell."

I tap my fingers on the windowsill waiting for Smellerbee. The black knee-high boots she bought my for my birthday are all laced up. I still can't believe she actually bought me them. I snap a look at the digital clock in the ceiling (My parents let me install it during the renovation.) 11:13. Kay two minutes, and knowing Bee she'll be here in exactly 2 minutes. 28 more taps, and her black Suzuki pulls in front. 11:15 exactly. I shake my head as I climb out my window.

"Hey," I say quietly as I walk across the grass.

"Hey," She hands me a helmet, "Let's go. Hope this band's a good as you say."
I roll my eyes and hop on the back. And speeding off into rain wet streets we go. Hey, at least it isn't pouring.

Minco is a brick two-story building that doesn't really stand out from any of the other brick buildings on the street. It has a black and white fossil of a sign on the front and big widows. They open them in the summer to let ocean breezes in seeing how its 38 degrees outside, that isn't happening anytime soon. Not surprisingly, the place is packed, though it's not that noisy even with all the people rammed in against the counter and on the chairs/floor. Jet is up on stage fiddling with wire to an amp. Next to him is a lanky guy with long dark-chocolate hair, covering his eyes is tuning a black bass guitar, and a massive rock in a dark hoodie and torn jeans is adjusting a speaker.

Bee and I take our usual seats on the desert counter. Jimmy the server guy asks if we want anything.

"No thanks," I answer.

Bee orders some sort of fruitcake. Yeah I don't get it either she actually likes the stuff. "Perfect breakfast," she tells me before biting into it.

I shake my head in response, "Seriously Bee."

A boy about my age leaning against the stage with a black shirt that says 'I'm with the band' smiles at me. I think it's the Duke; if I decide join this band that guys is seriously going to get a nickname.

Jet nods in my direction before pulling his guitar strap over his shoulder. I nod back.

"Hello everyone, we are the Freedom Fighters!!! Are you ready to have you eardrums blown out!

The lights overhead the lights go off the stark white stage lights switching on. Everyone in the damn place roars. He steps back and holds his position. The band takes off in a mesh of guitars and drums. But no one comes to the mic.

"This captain goes down with the ship. All hands on deck stand hip-to-hip. "
Oh, I get it they're using the recorded Senses Fail lyrics.
" Shoot to kill! I'm dressed to thrill, I'm dressed to thrill. And all my enemies, I want their eyes to see, their captain walk the plank. Destroy them, rank by rank. Sail with me into the setting sun, the battle has been won, but war has just begun."

Jet gives me a mischievous smirk. "And as we grow, emotion starts to die. We need to find a way, just to keep our desire alive."
He looks over at me again; his face says, "watch this".
"Now set the sail to quarter mast, we'll jump the ship; we'll sink 'em fast. Men follow me to victory, Red as the sea, Red as the sea. "

He rotates the guitar behind his back playing. Slowly he raises it over, his head arms still over his head, and rotates them to normal position again. All without stopping playing. Showoff. " And to the cannons roar, their bodies dance ashore, a pirate's life for me,
we won't go quietly."
He smirks at me again, showoff. But it's impressive, I smile, I'll give him that much.

"So Mr. Secret is double jointed," Bee whispers in my ear, "That's pretty cool," she says as if surprised. "Sail with me, into the setting sun.
The battle has been won, but war has just begun. And as we grow, emotion starts to die."

He smirks at me again. I roll my eyes then relax, leaning on my knees. Okay, I get you guys are amazing. Now you can stop showing off.
"We need to find a way, just to keep our desires alive."

I completely relate to that last line. I've been feeling rather dead lately. Though, right now my eyes feel strangely awake.
" And to my damsel in distress. You've made a mess of your new dress,
and to my damsel in distress, you've made a mess, you made a mess.
Sail with me into the setting sun. The battle has been won, but war has just begun and as we grow, emotion starts to die. We need to find a way, just to keep our desires alive! Just to keep our desires alive! "

The guitar strums over and over again a single note, getting gradually softer then louder again before cutting off just before the heaviest note. The crowd yells even more fulminating than before. Bee screams too, but I don't. I'm here to be more than just and adoring fan.

"Hey guys," Jet says over the horde, "I'm taking it you guys like what you heard." The legion cheers again. "Okay guys settle down," he remarks over obviously enjoying the attention. His band mates are shaking their heads, "But if you think we could use an actual vocalist raise your hand." Twenty or thirty hands went up. I have a bad feeling about this.

"Luckily I have been fortunate enough to stumble upon one. And she's in this very crowd."

Oh crap, what is he doing? I can feel the blood start rushing to my face.

"So Toph," he announces to me directly.

"Why didn't you tell me Toph?" Bee blurts shoving me.

Jet continues, "What do you think? Want to join my band?" Every single person in Minco shifts in my direction.

"Uh, sure." I utter. Well this is different. And the groupies scream their lungs out again.

"Seeing as we have more time, why don't we play some more?" Jet steps slowly away from the microphone. He is staring intently at me. Oh crap he wants me sing. Well I guess that's what I just signed up to do…

Soon enough sixty or so eyes were staring at me.

"Fine," I sigh. I hop off the counter and trudge my way around handfuls of dazed people to the stage.

Jet grabs my hand and pulls me up on stage, "Welcome to the Freedom Fighters," he says. Pipsqueak, the guy I presumed to be the Duke, and Longshot nod, smiling.

"Yeah," I murmur, "So what I am I singing?" I ask. Jet turns and looks at the other two. Both shrug nonchalantly.

"It's your call we will play anything you want, as long as we know it that is. We're amazing but not miracle workers."

"And if you don't know it?" I ask sneering. You are not the only one who can showoff.

"Hmmm then I guess you're on your own then," he says scratching his head, "From the looks of it, you want to showoff. What do you think, guys? Should we let her?"

"Well if you're as good as he says you are, I think we can," Pipsqueak replies. Longshot nods.

"Guess it's settled then, what do you want to sing?"

"All I need by Within Temptation."

Jet beams a toothy grin. I turn around and stare into the crowd of a hundred eyes or more. Here it goes everything, Toph. I take a deep breath and open my mouth, "Dying to catch my breath. Oh why don't I ever learn? I've lost all my trust," it's true, "though I've surely tried to turn it around. Can you still see the heart of me?" I close my eyes and let my other sense take over.

"All my agony fades away, when you hold me in your embrace. Don't tear me down for all I need. Make my heart a better place. Give me something I can believe. Don't tear me down, you've opened the door now, don't let it close."

"I'm here on the edge again," again, being the important part. I hate being here, "I wish I could let it go," all of it, "I know that I'm only one step away from turning it around," But can I take it?

"Can you still see the heart of me? All my agony fades away, when you hold me in your embrace. Don't tear me down for all I need," Please don't, "Make my heart a better place. Give me something I can believe! Don't tear it down, what's left of me. Make my heart a better place." Is that even possible? God I hope so. Could he do that, for me? Gees, I sound like a love-struck puppy.
"I tried many times but nothing was real. Make it fade away, don't break me down. I want to believe that this is for real. Save me from my fear," a smile creeps across my face. I think I can handle this fear on my own, "Don't tear me down. Don't tear me down for all I need. Make my heart a better place. Don't tear me down for all I need. Make my heart a better place," one last down reaching breath.
"Give me something I can believe! Don't tear it down, what's left of me! Make my heart a better place!" last sentence, "Make my heart a better place!!" I practically scream the last notes they are so high. Hope I didn't make a fool of my self.

I open my eyes. A hundred pairs of dumbfounded people gawk back at me, silently. Quite a few jaws have dropped. But no one cheers, screams, or says anything at all.

"Holy shit," somebody murmurs.

"Was it bad?" I ask mortified.

"Umm…are you freaking kidding us?" Bee calls.

As soon as she yells it, all hell breaks loose. I think I'm going to go deaf. Even Jet and Pipsqueak join in the whooping and hollering.

"Guys we are going to the top!" Jet bellows.

I look around, people in every direction cheer me on and there are people pressing against the windows outside.

I grin.

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