As I walked through the hallways of my school, the amount of pitying looks I got were uncountable. It had been a month since the break up and still every day was the same old routine. I open my locker, rummaging around for my books. "Sorry about you and Bonnie." A voice says as I close my locker. I jump. LSP. "Jesus, LSP. You scared the living shit out of me." I say, placing a hand on my chest. "Sorry. Are you, like, okay?" I sigh, "I'm fine." She raises an eyebrow and walks down the hallways with me.
"That's 42." "I counted 52." "I counted 64?" Jake and I laugh as Finn scratches his head at his improbable number. Finn and I were still on awkward terms but, I guess I didn't care much at the moment. Not about him; not about anything. It was almost the end of school and Jake and I had created this game called 'How Many Pitiful Looks Can You Spot'. It was going terrificly well. "So, okay, I know what's gonna cheer you up," Jake says. I raise my eyebrows; has Jake thought up the impossible? "Saturday. Battle of the bands. I entered but they said I needed a bassist so..." I sigh, "Do I have to?" He laughs, "Yes." I groan, "Where and when?" "Okay, well, there are four rounds. First round is Saturday, at The Coven Night Club. It starts around 9 so we'll probably be there for about 8:30 so we can practise and stuff. You in?" I sigh, "Fine. I'll see you Saturday." Battle of the bands? Huh. Maybe this would brighten my spirits a bit.
"You called a bassist?" I say, winking at Jake and entering the backstage room suited for us. He jumps up and grins. "Hey I need another favour from you..." I frown, "What is it?" "I kinda, um, I kinda need you to sing-" "What? No way. You called me for bass, not for vocals." "Please Marcy! We can't go on stage without a singer!" I groan, "You're such a dick! Fine! I'm only doing this because I've known you for so long and I know that you'd probably never speak to me again." He laughs, "You're the best sister from another mister ever." "Tell me about it."
The entire band was basically me, Jake and Finn. Me on vocals and bass, Finn on guitar (and the occasional keyboard slam) and Jake on drums. "So what's our band name?" I ask. "I thought The Half Notes sounded cool." Finn supplies. I sigh, "Sounds kinda like a weird rip off band, but, The Half Notes it is." I reply, not really wanting to pick a fight. "So the judges have picked a Paramore song-" I groan, Jake laughs, "SO, the judges have picked a Paramore song to start off with. All I Wanted." "Great. Let's do this." I deapan. Jake laughs again and I sling my bass on.
Jake starts the drum beat, I begin to pluck my bass and Finn goes in with the guitar, "Think of me when you're out when you're out there. I'll beg you nice from my knees," "And when the world treats you way too fairly. Well it's a shame I'm a dream," I can't believe I'm singing a Paramore song, "All I wanted was you, all I wanted was you," Jake smashes the drums and Finn shreds the tune of the song on his guitar. Then the other band begins; The Best Of Us. I'm pretty sure most of them were meth-heads, they looked way too high to be standing vertically, let alone performing. "I guess I'll pace my apartment a few times," the guy sings in a strangely monotonous voice. The rest of the band were playing out of time, it was a complete train wreck. I give Jake a "We've got this in the bag," look. He winks at me, "And fall asleep on the couch," the guy begins again, "And wake up early to black and white re-runs. That escape from my mouth," Que us for the chorus. I grab hold of the microphone and sing "Oh-oh oh-oh," Jake fills the pre-chorus silence with the drums, "All I wanted was you. All I wanted was you, oh, oh, all I wanted was you, oh, oh, all I wanted was you, oh, oh!" The crowd cheers and I step away from the mic, trying to catch my breath, "And round one goes to," the judge pauses for dramatic effect. God. I hated that. "The Half Notes!" The crowd cheers and the weird meth-heads boo us. "That's what I'm talkin' about!" Jake says, slapping me on the back. Just two more rounds. Then the finals. Jeez, if the rest of the bands were like this, this was gonna be a walk in the park.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: yo ok guys I wrote this when I had no internet so I couldn't google the lyrics to see if they were right or not so sorry in advance for any mistakes I made, if there were any, which there probably was.