BREAKING THROUGH
Chapter:14
Hey! Here's wonderful chapter 14. Ya'll wouldn't believe that I've had most of this saved on my computer for months. They give alot of work in college! By now ya'll know the time it takes for me to update varies, also my roommate's out right now so I had time to finish the rest! Ok so I don't own Sum 41 lyrics "Pieces" or any other songs I throw in. Enjoy the story!
(DAVIS POV)
"Hey...! Ken, wakey wakey!" I started poking his shoulder with my hand.
Ken raised a hand to him face trying to block the sun, that was weird to Ken since he almost never had his curtain open. Rubbing his eyes he raised on his elbows blinking sleepily.
"Davis, what are you doing? Is there something wrong?" Ken sat up all the way looking towards me sitting at the end of his bed.
I gave him a mildly confused look.
"What are you talking about? I just came to wake you up because your mom left breakfast for us!"
I excitedly climbed down the ladder.
"Hurry up before it gets all cold!" I had been dressed and he was the only thing holding me back from eating.
Ken slowly pealed back the covers reaching his right leg out to find the ladder steps then came down.
"Have my parents already left for work?" Ken asked running his hand through slightly displaced bluenett hair.
"Yeah, they left like ten minutes ago. It took forever and a day to wake you!"
We walked out of his room turning down the hall which led into the kitchen.
"It didn't take that long." Ken said sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Maybe it did, maybe it didn't." I grinned teasingly.
"Ok Dai." Ken just agreed with me.
"So what's on the schedule today?" I asked him gobbling down pancakes.
"Well we're going to hang around here for a while, then I guess get ready for battle of the bands." Ken shrugged sipping his orange juice.
"Your mom cooks good." I sat back in my seat.
"I know, you can't be full already."
"Crazy huh, I ate a lot last night!"
I got up from the table to throw the rest of the food on my plate away. I closed the counter door and went back to the table. I waited while Ken finished his meal.
"I'm gonna go watch some tv."
I got up from the table leaving Ken eating and walked around to the front of the couch flopping down lazily on it. I popped on the tv looking through channels. I stopped on MTV. There goes an old 'Pimp My Ride commercial'. Good gosh! They fit a jacuzzi in that guys car! That's cool! Oh, TRL retired special is on. Alright throwback to 'My Chemical Romance's' video! I couldn't resist singing along to some early 2000's music! I used the remote as a mic. I got on my knees and reached my left arm out as if I were trying to grasp something.
"What's the worst thiiiing I can sa-ay
Things are betterrr if I..staay"
I sung with the music, over dramatically moving my arm to me pretending like I was in the song or something. I kind of sound like him and Chester from Linkin Park. Kinda mix. I like to sing along with song.
"So longg and good night,
soooo long and good nigh-ight..."
I laughed quietly at myself wondering faintly if Ken heard that. Probably not, he would have told me to shut up - but maybe not, he can be too nice sometimes. I sat down and watched more videos.
Some music videos later.
Ken discreetly entered the room sitting down on the couch beside me. Will he stop glancing at me like that, I know he wants to say something. Hehe, maybe I can distract him...
I flipped the channel. Three people were running from the cops. It looked like they just took a car or
something. I flipped back to a random channel, nothing was really on anyway. I leaned my body back fully in the couch.
"Ken can I tell you something?" I asked seriously. I came in contact with encouraging amethyst eyes, saying this could possibly be the moment he was waiting for.
"Sure Davis, what is it?"
I sighed out loud, can't say it. Then a random memory comes to me. Why not share...I almost smirked.
"My mom told me a story a few years ago. It was about a department store that she used to work in."
"What about it?" Ken asked tilting his head.
"Well she said they had alot of rude customers."
"Doesn't every store have someone like that?"
"Probably. So this was my mom and a few other new teenager's first week doing register right. My mom said she run up the jeans and told the lady what they cost. She rudely told my mom she should go look at the price again. She told the lady the price was the same and the lady caught and attitude throwing her stuff down asking if my mom should really be ringing people. The manager pacified the lady and told my mom to have patience with customers like that. My mother knew then that retail wasn't for her and left. I'd be pissed off too if some person told me to walk all across a store looking for something they weren't even gonna get in the first place."
"I agree." Ken nodded.
"Yep! My mom also said there was this time when a twenty two year old guy stole something from the store."
"Ok, why are you telling me this?"
"No reason, I just feel like it! So, the guy gets caught right."
"Yeah?"
"Do you know what he stole?"
"No, what?" Ken asked going along with it.
"A three dollar pair of socks! Seriously, it's true! He even asked the store not to call his parents. The police guy was like, 'your parents can't get you out of this anyway.' He didn't go to jail, but he had to pay a two hundred dollar fine!" I laughed at the memory, my mom told it better. I even saw Ken crack a smile. Success!
"I heard about what happened in your math class."
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yeah Kari was talking to some of her friends when I came to see you. So did you and Tk really yell at Mr. Kakito then skip the rest of class?"
"Yeah, he had it coming anyway." I grinned smugly. Ken raised an eyebrow.
"What did you do to upset him?" Ken asked.
"Man, that's weak. Why must you assume that it was I, who upset that wangsta?"
"By 'wangsta' you mean someone who is opposite of gangster or a 'punk' as weak in definition?"
"Yea, sure..." I waved my hand once.
"Again I ask, what did you do?"
"Nothing really...I was just tired and took a nap that's it."
"Hmm...Mr. Kakito should not have gotten so mad, I mean you usually sleep in there right, what was different about that day?"
"...It could have been because there was a guest speaker. He was a friend of the hyper sensitive freak of a teacher. So when I went to sleep, he woke me up and started ranting about disrespect and such. I didn't hear it all, wasn't paying attention."
"You went to sleep while a guest was speaking?" Ken shook his head.
"-And, I'm sure it was only cause that guy was his friend or maybe his crappy lover for all I know. Really, who wants to hear that guys life story anyway. I'd rather not listen to his confessional about him getting roughed up then having some revelation and all the other bull that goes along with it. So I decided I didn't feel like listening to that depressing crap and went to sleep. It was my choice and I don't regret doing it!"
I huffed and stared at the tv, plucking lightly at my spiky hair after finishing my speech.
Ken stared intently at the television although he wasn't watching it. I silently waited for him to get on my case too.
"I guess it's your choice whether you want to listen to something or not. It sounds like he was offering all of you a piece of himself, to learn and in a way grow from hearing his experiences. I don't agree with yelling at you, but I have to admit that sleeping through something that personal was kind of cold hearted."
I looked over at Ken and felt my anger rise, I hate that he makes sense.
"Even if you didn't want to hear his story, you still should of had enough respect for the guy and at least pretend you were listening. To reveal yourself so openly to others can be overwhelming. I know from experience." Ken's eyes hardened some as he remembered past occurrences.
"It's not like I needed your opinion. If I wanted someone to lecture me I would have asked." My temper slipping out with little to no thought behind it.
Ken sat silently. He averted his eyes and gazed straight ahead not looking in my direction. Maybe I said too much.
"I wasn't trying to be rude, I... don't feel like explaining it." My words keep coming out weirdly, It's better when I just don't say anything.
I tried to smile slightly although I was getting frustrated.
"It's ok, I was only saying." Ken said quietly.
"You're not mad at me are you?" I poked him in shoulder lightly.
"No, I know your mouth is faster than your brain." Ken smiled.
"Good, as along as we're cool. Hold on, was that a cut?"
"No I would never do anything like that." Traces of sarcasm lingered in Ken's low voice.
"I'm supposed to believe that?" A grinned spread on my face while Ken laughed at my expense.
"Davis?" Ken's laughing stopped and his face shifted into a serious expression.
I curiously glanced at him. He continued.
"Last night, Davis you had something on your mind. Are you ever going to tell me what's really bothering you?"
"Um, actually, I didn't have anything important to say, if that's what you were thinking!" I smiled. I usually do that when I'm nervous or about to lie, I smile a lot.
"Right. I must have imagined it." Ken's voice came out monetary. His amethyst eyes gazed sternly at me. I could tell he was disappointed.
There was a quick silence.
"I'm taking a shower." Ken stood up. I hurried in front of him to his room.
"I'm gonna play a game on your computer!" I yelled back acting like everything was cool again. I went in his room and turned on the computer. He's never really trusted me with it, he doesn't think I'm computer illiterate does he? Hmm... who cares...Ken came in a couple of seconds later. He quietly took some clothes from his dresser and closet then left the room.
Around thirty minutes later the bedroom door cracks open then closes.
Ken fully clothed takes a seat on his bed. I'm still playing the game. I actually got past a few levels! I try to ignore it, but I can feel his eyes staring holes in my back. I spin around in the chair.
"Hey Ken, what do you wanna do?" I grinned brightly. Yes, I assume he's getting fed up with me but nothing I can do about that is there?
He just stares at me. Am I suppose know what that means! Why must he do that? Oh no, he must want to-
"Davis, why won't you tell me what's wrong?" Ken asked slowly. He almost seemed angry or upset? Probably frustration. He looked across the room towards me.
I barely heard him. I spun around in his desk chair. These things are fun!
"Daisuke." I slowed up on my spinning. He must be serious. I gazed at his light tan carpet. I do want to tell him, but I don't feel like saying it again. I think I've had enough confessionals over the past few weeks. Ken is my best friend though... He should have been the first to know if I was ever planning to tell someone...which I hadn't. Arg, I'm tried of bugging everyone with my problems. Ken has enough to deal with on his own.
"Uh..." I think I started zoning out trying to find a way to start off.
"It's fine Davis, I'm not going to force you to tell me something if you don't want to. You'd probably prefer someone closer to tell your problems to. I understand, so you don't have to worry." Ken wore forced smile.
"What do you mean someone closer to me? If you didn't know your my best friend! I don't think anyone's closer to me than you. I'm just thinking that's all. Your not forcing me into anything, don't be dumb."
"What about Tk and Tai and them, you guys seem like, I don't know, best friends and such over the past few weeks or so. What happened? I know Matt rarely talked to you at first. You and Tk were friends, but not as close, so what changed?" Ken asked from his spot on the bed.
"The marriage, that's about all. If their dad and my mom weren't getting married I guarantee you that Matt would not have even attempted a conversation without lecturing me or making me feel even more like an idiot. Tk, we would talk, but everything would still end with an argument. They were basically forced to get to know me." I shrugged my shoulders.
Ken smiled. "You're not as bad as you think. It's not like they really disliked you, they weren't use to you."
"Right...that must be it." There was more silence. May as well get this over with, I don't want to think about it...but this is Ken.
"I told you my parents were divorced and that I live with my dad right?" Ken nodded.
"I know, I've been to your house before. Although I've never met him."
I laughed. "I wouldn't have let you...he, he's not really a good dad right now." I smiled bitterly glancing at the ceiling and then back to Ken. This was easier to tell to people I hadn't formally been close to. Why?
"What do you mean?" Ken asked.
"Everything started after my parents got divorced, he began..." Once again I went through my recollection without getting too emotional. I must be getting use to it. As minor as this may be Ken obviously would have thought I was keeping something from him so why not just tell it.
I finished. Ken was quiet for awhile. I waited for him to say something because I had done enough talking for a lifetime.
"I'm sorry." Ken whispered softly.
I raised my eye brow turning towards him.
I grinned at him trying to lighten the mood. "You don't have anything to be sorry for, don't even worry about it, I can handle myself."
Ken shook his head hastily. "I could have done something sooner, why didn't you ever say anything? You can stay over here from now on if you want. I don't want you to have to go home and deal with that." Ken stood up walking towards me.
"It's really no big deal, stuff only goes down when he's over popped the bottle, why are you getting all angry with me?" I asked puzzled also standing up.
Ken stopped in front of me. "Look, I'm not mad at you. I..I hate your father. How could he do this?"
Ken's head slowly dropped down and his hand shook at his side. He raised his arm lightly wiping his eyes.
I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Honestly, I hate him sometimes too, f..for what he does. I still love him, but the father I knew left when I was nine."
I looked at the computer screen time. "I should go, I left some stuff I need for the show at my house."
Ken looked up. "I can come with you."
"No, i'll be ok, he's at work right now and I won't stay long."
"Fine, I..I'm here for you to Davis, please don't think that your fighting alone."
Ken spoke softly, he didn't stop staring until he caught my eyes.
I guess I should've known I could count on Ken. I smiled at Ken pulling him into a quick hug.
"You've taught me to think differently about that now. I can't say that I don't still feel alone sometimes. At least now, I can believe more in others."
"If anything happens, call me."
I nodded and gathered my stuff and left. I don't like making Ken upset, but I'm glad I told him and got that out of the way. I walked outside and made my way back home. I had been staying with my mom more often. Especially now that Tk and Matt knew. I'll be in and out, once I get some things from there and he's at work.
I was putting the last of my clothes in my bag when there was loud knocking on the door.
"Hello, is anyone home?" The voice asked.
I gazed cautiously at my bedroom door wondering who that was. The voice, I don't recognize it. I walked quietly into the hallway. I felt along the wall flipping on the light switch.
The person knocked again, but it was more like pounding now.
I made my room through the newly cleaned living room straight to the front door. Who would come over like this? I cracked the door open so I could see the person.
"Hello." Surprise soon found my face. How...unexpected.
"Good evening son, we have a search warrant and a warrant for the arrest of a Mr. Motomiya."
"Oh...come in." I opened the door fully to let the three officers in. I closed it behind them curiously wondering why they were doing this. The guy put the search warrant in his pocket. They started walking through the house.
"Um..he's not here." I informed them.
"Who isn't?" The woman officer asked.
"My father, he's at work." I felt awkward standing by the door having them search through our stuff. One had on gloves picking up a piece of cracked glass on the carpet. I thought I had cleaned up all the glass.
"You're Daisuke right?"
"Yes sir."
"I'm officer Usego, that's officer Izuka."
"Could you sit down on the couch, We have a few questions to ask you."
I wondered what they wanted to know. I crossed my legs leaning on the left arm rest. I put a hand under my chin and waited.
"So, we reviewed your case. What we found disturb us. The chief gave us immediate orders to come search this residence. Can you tell me exactly who was in those pictures?" The officer placed a tape recorder on the coffee table and sat down in the chair across from me.
The other officers still made their was around the rooms.
I glanced at the tape recorder nervously. Who would hear this?
"You do have the right to remain silent. It's just in your best interest that you tell us about this. The sooner we have our evidence the faster we can get something done and bring justice. Take your time." Officer Usego leaned back folding his arms.
"In the pictures...," I started slowly picking up one.
"That's um..well..it's..." The officer just stared at me intently with a small smile. It didn't help though I was too nervous to think. I tried again.
"That's me, and my..dad."
"Was he using physical violence toward you?"
I hesitantly nodded.
"Can you please tell me out loud?"
"Yeah." I wonder what would happened now that I'm actually telling the truth. Would anything even change? Why are they here in the first place?
"Can you recount the last night when Miss Riko, your father's former girlfriend engaged in a physical altercation with him?"
I didn't know what to say, this was the first time any of his girlfriends called the police. I guess she was one of the longest around since the divorce.
"They had both been drinking that night. When I entered the apartment I saw empty bottles and cans on the floor. I don't know what happened before I came home."
"Just tell us from what you heard and saw." The officer sitting across from him said.
"They were arguing. She said he had too much baggage and he said he could easily get rid of me, the baggage. They argued again and she slapped my dad then he punched her. After that she broke up with him and left. I haven't seen her since."
"How was your father after that, did he mention any sort of retaliation or react violently?"
I laughed slightly. The officer gave me a mildly confused look.
"I don't know about retaliation but he definitely had a bad reaction to it. If that broken table over there says anything."
The officers looked at the table with a hole in it.
"Does he typically have trouble controlling his anger?" One of the officers asked taking notes.
"When he's drinking, anything I do sets him off!"
"I see, what do you know of you father's line of work?"
"Nothing, he used to work at a company but quit after the divorce."
The officers looked at each other. "Ok, that'll be all." Izuka said stopping the recording.
"Due to the evidence collected and the statement given, we will have to remove you from this house."
"Where will I go?" This was exactly what I didn't want to happen, was I going to be placed in some orphanage or group home?
"We have your mother listed for custody. Go ahead and pack as much as you can. We will bring you to your mother's house per the address on file." Officer Usego said.
I went to my room and packed even more stuff. We left the apartment and I rode in the police car. They mentioned that Riko hired a private investigator to collect evidence to file charges, she also tipped them off about how he treated me. I still don't know what to think about all of this. She didn't like me but inadvertently did something to help.
Mr. Ishida opened the door when the cops arrived. I went to my room and let them talk. I still had enough time to get changed and meet everyone at Battle of the Bands.
I pulled out my cell phone and called Ken.
"Hey, I'm back at my mom's house. You can come over here and then we can go to Chris's house. His dad is going to take us to the show."
"That works out since our equipment is already over there, it'll make life easier." Ken said.
"Yep, Tk should be getting ready now, but i'll check. You can come over whenever."
"Cool, I'll head over now, I'm already dressed."
"See you in a few."
"Ok bye." I ended the call and placed the phone in my back pocket
"You're back."
I turned to see my new stepfather standing near me.
"Yeah, I'll probably be here a lot more often."
"You'll be here from now on." He said firmly.
I looked up at him and nodded. There was not much else to do.
(REGULAR POV)
"...Let's hear it one more time for 'Stone Bridge' people!"
Odaiba mall was packed, even some of the hallways were stuffed with people trying to see the bands. The mall had bleachers set out and seats for people to sit in. The crowd of about 800 or so listeners stood around clapping, whistling and whatever else for the band that just played.
The announcer raised his hand to silence the audience.
"This year we have had an astounding turn out. I'm pleased to say that about a fifty bands tried out. Sadly we could only keep ten of the best to participate in the show.
"Alright, the 9th band playing tonight is The Teenage Wolves..." the audience interrupts him by immense shouting. He laughs at them.
"Yes I'm sure many of you know who they are! Performing now, Odaiba's own, The Teenage Wolves!"
A loud guitar scale ripped out from the stage followed by a serious of fast up and down notes, sending the crowd into an uncontrollable dance. The band fueled by the crowds praises played enthusiastically making their way around the stage.
They keep it up through all three of their songs.
"Hey everyone, we're glad you all came tonight!" Matt yelled out into his microphone.
"The last song we're going in to play is one of our favorites! If you know the words sing it with me!" Matt said getting the audience involved. He took a breathe and nodded to his drummer.
"You've got a boy, you've got a girl,
Sittin' underneath a tree.
They sit there everyday.
And even though, you may think, that this is the way to be,
It may not always be that way.
You can't take nothin' for granted,
You gotta live life today.
I turn around and I can see what's behind me,
And I turn back around and I can see what ahead.
And if you don't believe I'll be here all along,
Just turn around.
Just turn around..."
"THANK YOU EVERYONE, YOU'VE BEEN AN AWESOME CROWD TONIGHT!" Matt yelled after
he finished. The rest of his band stood beside him. They bowed some then started high fiving each other as the curtain drew together. They cheered amazed by the hype of their performance.
"Dude, the was sick!" Akira told Matt patting him on the back.
"Right! I think that was the best we've done!"
So far they had been one of the best. Some of the other bands were really good too, they just had more crowd interaction. They walked to the room they came from to sign out and go sit in the assigned section for them so they could watch the other performers. Their only real competition had be 'Stone Bridge' they had the crowd going crazy too! In all actuality it was anyone's game. They just hoped they came out on top.
(DAVIS POV)
Our band had a while to wait until we went. I just hope everything goes well. I had my head in my hands trying to relax.
"Davis, I doubt my brother even knows we're in the competition!" Tk watched his brothers band
congratulating each other after their awesome performance.
"That's the way we planned it." I said lowly, my head was still hidden. Do we even sound half as good as them. I could hear the audience continual cheers for Matt's band. My stomach was starting to hurt from worrying too much. I needed to think about something else.
"I know that's how we planned it or well, how it happened more likely, I think that Matt and everyone will be amazed when they hear us." Tk grinned. At least he wasn't that nervous.
"And dude, your voice! They won't believe it's you! After seeing some of those bands I know we have a steady chance! I'm so nervous but I'm excited at the same time! I can't wait until the kids at our school eat their words. We can all prove that we are multi talented!" Tk excitedly explained to me.
"Did you mean that?" I questioned.
Tk stop talking and his face looked confused. "Did I mean what?"
"What you said about us having a chance?" My head came up slowly from my hands. Was he lying?
"Heck, yeah! We're just as good as and even better than some of those bands. As long as we believe in ourselves we can't screw up too bad." Tk comfortingly placed a hand on my shoulder then walked over and sat down beside Ken on the couch.
Brian, Chris and Chris's little brother Malik were watching the next band on the screen. The bands were separated by rooms and some were even sharing rooms. The two bands that use to be sharing a room with them had already went backstage to play. They did well on stage too. Not sure where they went, probably to mingle, it was nice opportunity to meet and talk with other bands.
"What song are we doing for the band favorite?" Chris asked turning from the tv to look at me and then Ken.
"How about we do that one we practiced by sum 41. Lets do that one 1st to open the show." Ken suggested.
"I don't know about a song that slow, shouldn't we try going loud and big?" Brian asked twirling his drum stick.
"We have the Lincoln Park song for that." Tk added.
"Actually, the Sum 41 song may not be a bad idea to start with. Davis can sing that one well. Plus it's always good to have at least one song that can pull in the audience. It'll show range in Davis voice. I think the judges may like it as well." Brian said.
Ken looked over to me. "What do you think Davis?"
"I really don't care, slow songs are kind of boring to me but I'll sing it if I have to." I shrugged. "I like all of the songs we practiced though so it doesn't matter."
"Lets go with Pieces, Faint and Emotionless." Ken said, we practiced them a lot. "Are you good with that Davis?"
"Sure." I said sitting forward in my chair raising a hand to my forehead.
"How are you holding up over there Davis?" Chris asked me sounding concerned.
"I'll be fine after this is over. I'm trying not to think about it." I smiled at him.
Another band came to introduce themselves and Brian, Chris, Malik and Tk conversed with them.
I got up from my chair and sat next to Ken on the couch, leaning on his shoulder.
"The police came to my house today." I whispered to him.
"Really, what happened?" Ken whispered back.
"They wanted to arrest my father but he wasn't home, apparently besides being a crappy parent he was already in legal trouble. He had a private investigator on him. The three cops that come to my house made me sit down and tell them everything that happened over the past four or so years. I..I had to describe it all even what it felt like." I lifted my head up.
Ken placed a hand on my head and I laughed slightly.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with all of that, do you know where you are going?" Ken asked.
"They took me to my moms. Part of me wants to stay with my mom but I didn't want
her to know everything. I know its dumb but I wanted her to thinking everything was ok, so she wouldn't have to worry about me. But I'm sure she knows something after today. Matt and Tk's dad was home when the police dropped me off."
"I don't think it's dumb that you wanted your mom to believe you were living well. But I think she would rather you actually be happy."
"I don't want to mess up her new life with my problem. There's going to be a
hearing soon too. The police are probably going to tell my mom before I even get the chance. As long as I don't have to stay with my father again i'll be fine. I just don't want to ruin everyone else's life. What if I lose the hearing and have to go back? What happens if my mother really doesn't want me..?"
I was asking nonsensical questions that flew by in my mind out loud to Ken hoping somehow he could answer them. I had my hands shielding my face. I hadn't even been aware of his hand rubbing soothingly on my back. It was a nice attempt at calming me down. He knows I wouldn't want the rest of the band upset over seeing me like this.
"Davis stop with the what if's. You've gotten this far. You're handling this better than I could have done. We can't predict the future.
I've always been told that good things happen to those who wait. You have been waiting years for this. Everything was suppose to happen, if none of us found out then you're father would not have been arrested. I can't say that everything is going to be great from now on because it's life and stuff happens. You have to take the good and the bad the move on. So try to move on Dai." Ken finished quietly.
"I'm trying to, I can't believe this is happening." I whispered brokenly.
My control weakened as a small tear freed itself from my eye, it was only the beginning. I bent over placing my elbows on my lap as I shielded my face in my hands.
I tried quietly to stop myself from having some sort of unwanted breakdown. Ken continued to rub my back and my neck.
Why can't I control this better. My breathing came out irregular and my back lightly hitched. If I don't stop soon someone is going to notice. I pulled away from Ken catching my breathe while I wiped my eyes at the same time. I have a show to do and nothing's going to stop me from doing my best. I stared at the floor determined. Ken took a small piece of cloth from his pocket and wiped the rest of my tears. Why would he do something so embarrassing? I thought sitting still.
"Are you going to be ok now?" Ken asked placing his arms around my mid section while resting his chin on my shoulder. I nodded.
"I'll be fine." I scooted a little away from him. I still have that personal space issue when I remember. Ken smiled quickly laying the cloth on the table.
"Lets go find some food." I suggested.
"Why not." Ken laughed as we stood up.
Even though he's my best friend I've never really told him mushy personal stuff, like he does with me. I guess sometimes it could seem like more of a one way friendship. Not to say that I wasn't his friend or anything, I just didn't tell him details. We were close friends and all, but he was always the vulnerable one. In any case, I'm lucky to have a friend like him and since he knows now I guess that's all that counts.
There was a knock on our dressing room door before it opened.
"Obsolyette your needed on stage." We all got up and followed the crew member to our places on stage. I stood in the front center with TK to the left, Ken and Chris to the right and Brian in back on the drums. I took a few deep breathes and looked at my fellow band members. We only had to sing two songs. I could get through that.
"Let's hit it good!" I encouraged everyone before the curtain opened. Tk began the guitar intro for the first song.
My eyes scanned the room, I recognized several people in the audience, some from our school and some from others. I almost missed my cue trying not to laugh at Tai's surprised face. I placed my hand on the mic and closed my eyes for a moment then begun to sing the 1st verse.
I tried to be per-fect
But nothing was wor-th it
I don't believe it makes me-e real-
It was a song I could relate to. I sang through the songs last chorus. My eyes were open looking at people in the big room trying to see if they liked it or not, does it matter?
If you believe it's in my soul
I'd say all the words that I know-
That I'm better off on my own
The audience clapped thankfully, but we play right into the next song. The crowd heard more guitar and drums then started jumping up and down. I was awesome. I nodded to Tk as he begin the rap opening to the song.
I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact
that everyone can see these scars
As he finished up the verse I began the chorus putting in a bit more power.
I- c-an't fee-l the way I did be-fore
Don't turn your back on me-
I won't b-e ignored-
We jumped and screamed our way through the song taking the audience on a crazy ride with us. It was fun to see even teachers enjoying it. I was feeling slightly relieved but I still had one more song, which would probably be the toughest.
"Hows everyone doing!" I yelled enthused that the crowd actually responded. No matter what I wanted to put on a good show with my members. "We've got one more song for you. It's called Emotionless." Ken gave me one of those good luck smiles before he began playing. I took a few breathes remembering the lyrics as they played.
Hey Dad, I'm writing to you
Not to tell you that I still hate you
Just to ask you how you feel
And how we fell apart
I tried not to remember some of the incidents in the past. I sang the next part pushing away those thoughts.
Are you happy out there in this great wide world?
Do you think about your son?
Do you miss your little girl?
When you lay your head down,
How do you sleep at night?
Do you even wonder if we're alright?
I got through most of the song and only the ending was left. As I sang into the chorus Tk backed me up.
And I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive...
We made it through the entire song but it got harder to finish the last verse without becoming a wreck. Maybe this song was too soon but it didn't matter now. I started sing the last verse as the music faded.
And sometime-s I for-give,
And this ti-me,
I'll admit,
That I miss yo-u,
I miss yo-u,
Hey D..dad
Finishing my last note I was anything but emotionless. Tk saw and thanked everyone for listening as the curtains closed. I exited the stage with the rest of the band. Tk had his are around my shoulder as we went back to the dressing room.
After a few minutes of pulling myself together, we entered the section with the rest of the bands in the waiting area near the crowd. Everyone waited patiently for the judges to go over their scores based on crowed reaction and how well each band did overall. They would call the top three bands back to the stage.
(REGULAR POV)
"Tk!" Tk turned around to see who was calling him, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Hi." Tk said hugging his brother.
"Why didn't you tell me you were in a band?"
"It was a surprise bro, did we do ok?" Tk asked releasing Matt from the hug.
"Ok, you guys did awesome," Matt messed up Tk's hair.
"I didn't know Davis could sing either. Where did you find that voice from? I must be rubbing off on you huh?" Matt grinned nudging Davis in the shoulder.
Davis shook his head lightly smiled back embarrassed by the complement.
Matt's band was conversing with Ken, Brian and Chris. The tv monitor came on.
"I have the results from this year's battle of the bands competition. The bands coming back on stage to find out who will take the grand prize are as follows. Note these are not in particular order, you will find out the winner live on stage. The first band coming out onto the stage are, the Teenage Wolves!"
Everyone clapped for them as a security person came to escort them back out. Davis crossed his fingers staring up at the screen.
"Next band is Stone Bridge!" The audience clapped again as they too made their way to the stage.
"The last band coming out on stage with us tonight is the last but not least Obsolyette!"
Davis and the rest of the band excitedly climbed up on the stage using the stairs and stood beside Stone Bridge.
"Make some noise for these bands." The host told the crowd. The bands looked around the stage wondering who got in what place.
Brian grinned widely at the crowd and slapped hands with the rest of their band. They were the last band to be called on stage and the celebrated like it was Christmas or something.
"Third place goes to Stone Bridge!" The announcer bellowed having a lady come up and give them their trophy, then she escorted them off stage.
"Second place goes to...Obsolyette!"
The band cheered an hugged each other.
"Good job guys for this being our first year to enter." Davis told them as they received their trophy. They were told to meet behind the stage to talk after the announcing of the first place band.
"Alright everyone, that leaves us with this years winners, The Teenage Wolves!" The wolves congratulated each other and the went over to the mic to give a speech.
The band was gathered off stage waiting for the staff that wanted to talk with them.
"I'm not mad we lost, actually we did good for our first time." Tk said holding the trophy.
"I agree." Ken said smiling.
Davis grinned. "THe Teenage Wolves definitely deserve the contract though I wonder what they wanted to speak with us about."
"Hmm, I don't know." Answered Chris.
TG101
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