Me: I own my detention slip from my English teacher.
Detention slip: It's true. She's so proud to own me. Right?
Me: Yeah. Sure. Whatever…. Well, I own my sharpie marker.
Sharpie Marker: WRITE OUT LOUD BEE-YOTCHES!!!
Me: o_O I didn't know the marker had it in it….. Well, I don't own Twilight. Still.
Twilight: Yeppers. She keeps trying to buy me for only $30. Pathetic.
Me: Its all I have in my piggy bank… *cries*
Chapter 4- Club Lala
"Nix, what did I let you do to me? I said pleasant gothic! Not slutty emo!" I exclaimed, looking at myself in the mirror. We were in my room, getting ready for our first gig over in the city area of Montreal. God. Black mini and I mean mini, skirt. Really short leggings. Black and pink checkered converses, with a pink tank that said E=Mc2 in black, kind of gothic writing, with an arm fishnet glove.
"Oh shut up and go do your makeup. Come on! We're leaving in like 10 minutes! Besides, all those things came form your frigging closet!" Nixon called out from her bathroom.
Oh yeah.. Oh well.. Slutty emo look here we go. Ok. I went to my own bathroom. Nix had her own bathroom, and I had my own. They were both connected to the room, like our practice room. Now, nude lip gloss. Black eye shadow. Mascara. Ready to go.
"Oh Izzy! My little pirate!"
Damn it. Who the hell let Hunter in?
"Oh captain!" Hunter called out. Wow. Now I'm not just a pirate. I'm a captain too.
"Over here, Hunter!" I yelled out, knowing he would find me either way.
"Damn Izzy! Are you planning to kill all the guys before we even perform?" He said, laughing. He had on a black fitted dressy shirt, with some black skinny jeans.
"Damn straight. Nixon! Come on! Time to go!" I said, coming out of the bathroom with Hunter. Nixon came out of hers at the same time. She had on black skinny jeans, and a plum purple tube top, and dark purple high heels. Elliot's gonna flip when he sees her. Jared will probably mad though. Oh well.
"That's my favorite pirate!" Hunter called out as we went to the parking lot.
"Hell yeah!" Nixon yelled.
"You guys are loud like shit!" I said prancing toward my motorcycle. Good thing I have on leggings.
"Gonna ride Layla or with us in Haley?" Nixon asked me.
"Layla. Duh." I responded. We named our vehicles, or how Hunter says,"Our children". We christened them around a month ago, when we made the band. Layla was my motorcycle. Haley was Hunters red Jaguar. Zachary is Nixon's cherry red Mustang, and Jared's blue mustang is called David. Mabel is Elliot's black Volvo. We had a laugh about it, but Nixon got kind of mad. It was very funny.
"See you guys at Lala." I said, before leaving them with Haley.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Lets hear it for for our newcomers, E=Mc2!"
We set out on stage, while Jared was backstage. Elliot and Hunter on guitars, Nixon on the drums, and me on the vocals. God, there are so many damn people!
I took a deep breath and smiled.
"Good evening Montreal! how are you guys doing today?!" I said into the microphone.
Wow, they all yelled and clapped. Ok. Breathe. Breathe Izzy, breathe.
"We're gonna be playing a song called Misery Business."
"All songs are written by our own Izzy Swan." Nixon said into her microphone before the she started playing.
Lets start, I thought. And then I began to sing.
"I'm in the business of misery,
Lets take it from the top,
She got a body like an hourglass, and it's ticking like a clock.
It's a matter of time before we all run out.
When I thought he was mine, she got him by the mouth.
I waited eight long months,
she finally set him free.
I told him I can't lie,
He was the only one for me.
Two weeks, and we had caught on fire.
She got it out for me,
But I wear the biggest smile.
Whoa, I never meant to brag,
But I got him where I want him now.
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag,
To steal it all away from you now.
But god does it feel so good,
Cause I got him where I want him now.
And if you could then you know you would.
Cause god it just feels so..
It just feels so good.
Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change
Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry that'll never change
And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged
I'm sorry honey, but I'm passing up, now look this way.
Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you,
Looking as innocent as possible to get to who.
They want and what they want is easy if you do it right.
Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!
Whoa, I never meant to brag,
But, I got him where I want him now
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag,
To steal it all away from you now.
But god does it feel so good,
Cause I got him where I want him now.
And if you could then you know you would.
Cause god it just feels sooooooooo..
It just feels so good.
I watched his wildest dreams come true,
Not one of them involving you.
Just watch my wildest dreams come true,
Not one of them, involving........."
Damn! This is going great! I thought. The guys are doing great with the guitar solo. And Nixon is coming in with her special part. Aw shit. My parts coming up.
"Whoa, I never mean to brag, but I got him where I want him now.
Whoa, I never meant to brag,
But, I got him where I want him now
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag,
To steal it all away from you now.
But god does it feel so good,
Cause I got him where I want him now.
And if you could then you know you would.
Cause god it just feels so…
It just feels so good.
We stopped. The crowd looked dazed, and then they broke out in applause.
"Thank you Montreal! Good night!" I said before heading backstage with my band.
"Holy bloody hell! You guys were so amazing!" Jared said, hugging his twin, and holding a clipboard in one hand.
"Hey, you guys? What's that sound?" Elliot said.
We listened. It was the crowd. Oh my god! They're screaming encore! We all looked at one another, grinned, and group hugged.
That's when I knew. When I realized that's this was my new family. My band. My friends. And now my family. We have about five months left of high school, now. Then, all of us graduate.
We had agreed to chase our dreams after high school. Us. As friends. As a band. As a family. It's like us against the world, now.
Together. Through thick and thin. Me and my family.
Well, thanks to those who have reviewed. Special thanks to xAngel-Of-Nightx. Now, the Cullens don't make an apearace till the sequel, To Hell with Fate(not the final title. Sorry. _) They are talked about though. If you vould, R&R por favor! Also, thanks to Bunneh x3 for accepting to be my beta. Check out my other story, Picking up the Peices. Thanks. See ya guys for Chapter 5, Gigs and Condos?!.