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A/N: Sup again good people, sorry for not updating sooner, but being a music student is a killer. A word of advice for aspiring musicians, practice constantly. Anyway, back to the story, i've put in multiple points of view, it will say when the perspective changes so try not to get confused. As always Read, Review, and Clickity-Clack that button down below.
Aang woke up around 6:00 A.M. He couldn't sleep because that certain girl was on his mind. So he figured there was no use in trying if his mind wouldn't calm down. He went through his usual morning routine of freshening up in the bathroom followed by some moderate exercise and then a shower.
Hmm today's... What's today? Saturday? he thought.
He looked at his calendar as he continued to dry his hair.
"It's... Oh it is Saturday! Nice! Wait that means Katara and Sokka are coming over! Even better."
He threw on some basketball shorts and an adidas t-shirt and headed downstairs for breakfast.
Once he got to the kitchen he went through the door that lead into the garage. He saw Gyatso's car was gone, meaning that he went to work early. He returned to the kitchen and opened up the refrigirator.
Hmmm what to eat for breakfast... Eggs and toast sounds good.
He got out 2 eggs and bread from the fridge and a frying pan from the cupboard. He cracked the eggs with one hand while he put the bread in the toaster. Then he beat the eggs then poured them into the pan and waited for them to cook.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and opened it up. It was a text from Katara
Katara: Hey we can still come over right?
Aang: Yea, fer shizzle, come over round' lunchtime.
Katara: Ok, sounds good, cya later :P
Aang P.O.V
"Cool it's gonna be a good day."
ding
"Sweet toast's done. Lemme just get a plate."
Wonder what's on TV?
I walked to the living room, breakfast in-hand and plopped myself onto the couch carefully trying not to spill my food. I picked up the remote and switched on the TV and started channel surfing.
"What's good on TV, let's see, Adventure Time?, Nope, iCarly? Nope, Glee? Fuck no, Jersey Shore, haha no, Rage against the Machine Live, Nice, Tom Morello kicks ass."
Normal P.O.V
He selected the obvious choice.
"Thank the Spirits for this channel, I love Palladia and I love Bulls on Parade."
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
That rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger
The triggers cold, empty ya purse!
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells...
Rage continued to play through their set as Aang enjoyed watching/listening to them and eating his breakfast.
"This is like... the breakfast of champions... Rage against the Machine, eggs, and toast. Fuck Wheaties."
Aang P.O.V
Rage ended their set, much to my dismay but, hell, they put on a good show. Tom Morello never ceases to impress me, which reminds me, gotta practice before Katara gets here.
"What time is it?"
I checked the clock. 9 A.M.
I can get a good two hour session done.
I walked upstairs to grab my guitar then went back downstairs to the basement where my amp was.
I plugged in and set my guitar volume to zero and my amp on four, seeing that it was already a loud amp. I gradually rolled the volume up to get some nice feedback, plucked the low E string, and let the glorious vibrations tickle every fiber of my being.
"All right, play time's over, let's get serious."
Normal P.O.V
Aang's practice routine usually consisted of three things: scales and chords, studying music theory, then a free jam to backing tracks to help his improvisational skills. Usually, he would split up these three tasks into two hour blocks resulting in an eight hour practice session, but today he was pressed for time.
Two hours passed and he decided it was time to have a free-jam. He set his iPod to Led Zeppelin and after that, he lost track of time.
Meanwhile..
The siblings were in their living room. Sokka was watching T.V while tossing chips into his mouth and Katara was sitting upright with her arms and legs crossed.
"Come on Sokka, were gonna be late."
"Chill Katara, it's just lunch, no need to get spicy."
"Aang said lunchtime, so we are going to be very punctual because I'm sure it would be rude for us to just drop in on him at any time later than that."
"Riiiight, whatever, let's just go so that you'll shut up."
Katara punched him in the arm.
"Oww, ok, fuck, let's go."
Back at Aang's
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven..
Aang was still jamming, and as he got to the solo, the doorbell rang, but he couldn't hear it. He got caught up in the moment and with him being in an altered state of consciousness, it was nearly impossible for him to hear anything else besides the music.
The siblings were at his front door. Sokka rang the doorbell a second time. No response.
"Maybe he's not home Katara."
"Do you think something happened to him? I mean he did invite us over."
"Hmm."
"What?"
"Let me try something."
Sokka pulled out a paper clip from his pocket. He fashioned it into a lock pick and proceeded to pick the lock.
"Sokka, what the fuck are you doing? People might think were burglars."
"Shut up, i've almost got it."
It took Sokka about ten seconds, he twisted the door knob and it opened.
"You're lucky no one was watching." Katara said as she wagged her finger.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're welcome."
They entered the Aang's home and loud guitar playing could be heard throughout the entire house.
"Sounds like it's coming from the basement." Sokka said.
Katara shrugged and they both opened the door that lead to the basement. They walked down and as they continued to do so, the guitar playing got louder.
"Were on the right track." Sokka said.
They made it down the stairs and looked around for Aang. They both turned a corner and there was Aang rocking out to Led Zeppelin. (If you have seen Back to the Future, remember when Marty was playing guitar at the dance? Yeah thats how Aang is right here.)
"Uhhh, are we interrupting you?" Katara asked
"What the fuck! How'd you get in here?" Aang exclaimed.
"We have our ways." Sokka interjected.
"Yeah, it's cool but you should knock or something." Aang replied.
"We rang the doorbell, twice." Katara said.
"Oh.. sorry I didn't hear it."
"Hmm I wonder why." Sokka said as he rubbed his chin.
Katara glared at him but decided to ignore his snide comment.
"So you guys wanna play or what? Just choose your weapon and we can jam." Aang said.
"Uh, maybe later, pardon my french but holy shit, you have like every instrument known to man in this room." Sokka cursed.
"Well yeah, it's my studio. Sometimes I throw parties in here."
Sokka walked around a little more and saw that Aang had some turntables, speakers, and a few lights.
"DUDE, WE GOTTA HAVE A PARTY HERE." Sokka grabbed Aang by his shoulders.
"Uh, yeah dude, anytime."
"How bout' tonight?"
"Tonight? I don't know, my dad comes home from work at 5:00."
"Hmm that's too bad." Sokka replied.
Fuck, a party sounds good, especially with Katara, Aang thought.
At that moment, Aang's phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was a text from his dad.
Gyatso: Aang, it's going to be an all-nighter for me here at work, find some food in the fridge for dinner, or you can go out to eat, your call, ill be back tomorrow morning.
Aang: Aight dad. Cool.
"I just got a text from my dad."
"What'd it say?" Katara asked.
"My dad's gone for the whole night and he's coming back tomorrow morning." Aang replied.
Sokka's face lit up with excitement.
"Then tonight, we party..."
And that's that. Next Chapter is the party. Comments, queries, suggestions, and violent reactions are always welcome. Clickity-Clack that button down below.