Chapter 4: The jam (Bring the bread)
Marshall Lee: The author owns nothing of Adventure Time or Paramore.
I watched as my dad went to his meeting.
"Alright," said Marshall, "Let's move."
I got into my brother's car and we started to drive.
After that sharing of music I decided that maybe it was time to form my own band.
We put out flyers with a picture of me and my number.
"Once people start getting these flyers, its off to stardom," I said to myself.
"Don't get your hopes up too soon sis," said Marshall.
"Why?" I asked.
"It takes a while for people to call," said Marshall, "You didn't expect me to get my phone call for my band just right after I put out flyers did you?"
"Actually I did," I said.
"Well I had to wait about a week until I got my first call," said Marshall.
"And?" I asked.
"Let's just say things didn't work out, so I tried again, and finally found the right group of bandmates," said Marshall, "But I ended up getting fired."
"So that's why you're joining my band?" I asked.
"That, and I wanna see you be a star," said Marshall.
"Thanks bro," I said. We kept passing out flyers until we had none left.
"Sweet," I said, "They're all ready."
A few hours later, Finn found one of the flyers. "Jam session?" he asked, "Algebraic!"
"I'll bring the butter," said Jake as he laughed.
Ice King was looking at the same flyer.
"I should pack my drums," he said, "Gunter give me a hand."
"Wenk," said Gunter.
Princess Bubblegum saw the same flyer. "This should be interesting," she said. She got out her old bass, and keyboards.
I stared at the phone all day waiting for a message.
"You do realize that staring at the phone isn't gonna make it ring," said Marshall.
"So," I said writing in my song book.
Marshall saw something on OooTube.
"You might wanna take a look at this," he said.
I turned and saw the video. "No fucking way!" I said.
My old band was already doing a gig and my ex was with them.
No one's p.o.v
Dana and her band were getting ready to perform for an audience. "Let's give them what they want," she said.
The drummer counted down and they started to play.
Fences (From Riot)
Dana: I'm sitting in a room,
Made up of only big white walls and in the hall
There are people looking through
The window in the door
they know exactly what we're here for.
Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else
You'd rather be.
You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from,
Don't you know by now,
You can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have.
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night.
So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style.
You'll go out in style.
If you let me I could,
I'd show you how to build your fences,
Set restrictions, separate from the world.
The constant battle that you hate to fight,
Just blame the limelight.
Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else
You'd rather be.
And now you can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have.
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night.
So smile.
Yeah, yeah you're asking for it
With every breath that you breathe in
Just breathe it in.
Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this big talking
So now let's see you walk it.
I said let's see you walk it.
Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this big talking
So now let's see you walk it.
I said let's see you walk it.
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, yeah oh oh open wide.
Yeah, oh oh open wide,
'Cause you'll go out in style.
You'll go out in style.
Marceline's p.o.v
I was pissed that my ex took my spot. "That does it," I said, "I'm bringing them down."
"Don't worry sis, you will," said Marshall.
"I gotta drum up a band fast," I said.
I got a call from someone. It was Finn.
"Hey Finn," I said.
"I saw the flyer, and it looks like you're wanting to start a band," said Finn.
"Yeah," I said, "Both me and my brother."
"Cool," said Finn, "If you don't mind I showed some friends the flyer too."
"Sweet!" I said, "The more the merrier. Jam session begins tonight, 7:00 sharp."
I was heading home from the music store getting my bass tuned.
"Damn music clerk made me late," I said, "That idiot didn't know a bass from a bass."
I finally made it home and went to the garage.
"There's my sister," said Marshall Lee.
"Hey Marceline," said Bubblegum.
"Hello Bonibel," I said.
"Hey Marcy," said Finn.
I blushed when he called me that. "Hey Finn," I said.
We were tuning our instruments. "Ok guys," I said, "I think its safe to say right now, that we should all be equal. No one person is in charge ok?"
"Alright," said Marshall, "Though I was in a successful band."
"So who's first to share song ideas?" asked the Ice King.
"Well, I have a killer lick," said Marshall as he pressed on a stompbox. He played something.
"Yeah," I said, "That could work." I played my bass and the others joined in.
Over the next few minutes we worked on the kinks of the song to make sure it was good.
"There's something missing," I said, "But I can't figure out what it is."
Marshall grinned at me.
"No," I said.
"What is it?" asked Bubblegum.
"My sister writes lyrics," said Marshall as he took my book from me.
"You write lyrics?" asked Bubblegum.
"Yeah," I said embarrassed.
"Well let's hear some," said Ice King.
"They're not that good," I said.
"Come on," said Marshall, "Marcy. Marcy, Marcy." The others joined in and chanted my name.
"Alright," I said.
I skimmed the pages to look for something to sing. "This should do nicely," I said. I sang them;
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
They were amazed. "We got work to do," said Marshall.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean we gotta finish those lyrics," said Marshall, "I can already tell this is gonna be a hit."
We spent more time working on the lyrics and finding good words.
"I think they're ready," said Marshall, "Let's give it a shot."
"Ok," said Ice King, "1, 2, 3, 4!" Marshall started off with his guitar.
Finn joined in and I did a bass riff before joining in.
I then started to sing
Brick by Boring Brick (From Brand New Eyes)
Marceline: She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of a world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest she can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve
Well make sure to build your home brick by boring brick
Or the wolf's gonna blow it down
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
We'll bury the castle, bury the castle
Woah
Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah
Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba da ba ba
We all smiled knowing this was the start of something new.
"That was amazing," said Marshall.
"Yeah," said Finn.
I smiled. "Good thing my dad isn't here," I said.
"We need a name," said Marshall, "How about, the Vampires."
"No offense Marshall, but since we're equals that sounds a little cliché," said Ice King, "No offense."
"I got something," said Princess Bubblegum.
"Does it have the word science in it?" I asked.
"No!" she said, "…Yes."
"I got one," I said. I found some art that my brother made. "Riot," I said.
They all liked the name. "Looks like we have our band name," said Princess Bubblegum.
We all put our hands together. "1, 2, 3," I said.
"RIOT!" we all said in unison.
(Marceline and her band had a great jam session. What will happen, and what steps will they take to become famous? Tune in and find out!)