"You're 15 minutes late."
The Swiss glared at them while holding his Fender Stratocaster electric guitar in his hands. Elizaveta smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Vash.. No one informed us that we have band practice today.."
Vash turned his attention to the Norwegian standing near the amplifiers. He was holding an ESP LTD B55 bass guitar, and was tuning it before he noticed the stares from his other bandmates. "What?", he asked nonchalantly, as he continued to tune his bass guitar. "Do I have to inform everyone about band practice, since it is obvious that the auditions for the indie label 'Goesoo Indigene' are only a few weeks away?"
Elizaveta and Mathias felt guilty. Feliciano wasn't there, since he was in the kitchen, asking Tino if they were going to have pasta for dinner. The atmosphere remained awkward until Elizaveta suddenly spoke.
"Of course, we're serious about it. We're all serious about it. It's just that we have other responsibilities we needed to attend to, like school and family matters. But, it doesn't mean that we don't care for this band. It's been years since we started this, and I think that it's time we get the recognition we deserve for all our efforts."
Vash, Lukas and Mathias looked at her, their eyes filled with sincerity and understanding. "Okay, let's just stop with this sappy crap and start practicing!", Mathias gleefully exclaimed, as he sat on the seat behind the drumset. Elizaveta grabbed the microphone and smiled at everyone, before the band officially started their practice.
Arthur walked aimlessly, looking around for familiar faces while the cold, winter snow fell from the sky. It's so cold today, and it's freaking snowing even though it's just the second week of November..
A familiar sound came into his ears. It was coming from a house nearby, and it sounds as if a band was playing it.
I know that I have heard this song before.. It's from a band in my home country..
He walked towards the source of the music and sat on the ground, leaning his back on the fence. There were no windows since it was a garage, but he can still clearly hear the melancholic sound of the guitars and piano, the sweet voice of the singer and the anthemic beat of the drums. He found himself dozing off, curling himself up into a ball in a failed attempt to warm himself up.
Coldplay.. It's Coldplay's.. "In My Place"..
And the Brit slowly fell asleep, while the snow continuously fell on the cold, damp ground.
Elizaveta sighed happily. The band practice went well, and the others were already done cleaning up the room and putting the stuff back into its place. Vash left in a hurry to catch up with family dinner, while she, Mathias and Lukas went to the dining room and saw a huge bowl of pasta and other kinds of food placed on the dinner table. Feliciano had a huge grin on his face, while Tino smiled sheepishly as he sat on one of the chairs. "Feli wanted to have pasta for dinner.. again."
"I can see that..", Mathias commented as he looked at the huge bowl of pasta. Lukas looked at Feliciano, his eyes a bit cold and menacing. "Pasta. Again."
Mathias smiled sympathetically as he patted the Norwegian's back. "Ah~ You don't have to glare at Feli like that.. At least we are having another gourmet dinner tonight.", he said, but deep inside his mind, he was also getting sick of eating pasta for almost three weeks straight. Feli smiled at the Dane's compliment, and grabbed a plate to give to him. "Ve~ Mathias~ You deserve to have the first plate~"
Mathias felt his stomach lurch. "Uh-Uhm.. N-No thanks, Feli.. I just had some smoked laks* before we had band practice, so I might—"
Mathias felt as if someone slapped his back. He looked around to see Elizaveta standing right behind him, glaring. "Eat it.", she threatened, as she suddenly glomped him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He tried to take Elizaveta's arms off of him, but he soon gave up as felt his lungs were about to run out of air. "O-Okay, I'll eat it, I'll eat it!", he cried out, and Elizaveta quickly let him go as soon as he had said it.
"Oh, Feli. Can you just pack my share for me?", Elizaveta asked, while she slid her arms in the sleeves of her winter coat. Feliciano frowned. "Ve~ You won't eat with us, Eliza?"
Mathias looked up at Elizaveta, and the others did so too. "You sure you don't want to eat first before going home?", Mathias asked, before he put a forkful of pasta in his mouth. Elizaveta shook her head, and gave them a sweet smile before she was about to go. "Baba* and my brothers are probably waiting for me."
Feliciano gave her a kiss on the cheek before he gave the plastic container full of pasta. "Ve~ Take care, Eliza~ Please greet Heracles and Gupta for me~ Ciao*~", he said as he flailed his arms in front of her. Elizaveta chuckled and put her hand on the Italian's head. "Rendben van.*"
She went outside and as she walked in the cold snow, she almost tripped on a huge pile of snow that was blocking the sidewalk. She almost cursed when all of a sudden, she realized that a person was in that huge pile of snow. "M-M-Mr. K-Kirkland?! What are you doing here?!"
She rushed to his side, the Brit still unconscious. She grabbed his pale hands and it felt ice cold. "M-Mr. Kirkland! Hey, wake up!"
Panic and fear crept onto her as she tried to wake the Brit from his sleep.
Notes:
*laks – Danish word for salmon
*Baba – Turkish word for father
*Ciao – Italian word for goodbye
*Rendben van – Hungarian phrase for OK