Chapter 5: The gig
Ice King: Disclaimer! I own nothing of Adventure Time or Paramore!
I was writing more lyrics in my book and my brother came in.
"Get your game shoes on sis," said Marshall.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I got us a show," said Marshall.
"You what?!" I said.
"That's right," said Marshall as he showed me a video.
"You videotaped the rehearsal?" I asked smiling.
"Yep," said Marshall, "And now some of my friends know about you."
I gave him a hug. "Thanks bro," I said.
Dad came into the room.
"Marceline, how many times have I told you not to turn the family ax into an instrument?" he asked.
"Sorry dad," I said.
He took off the strings.
"Why do you always wanna disobey?" he asked.
"Dad, why do you always try and turn me into a business person?" I asked.
"Because its important," he said, "You need to understand that you're the daughter of the CEO of the Nightosphere, and one day you're gonna take over."
"Here we go with the same lecture," I said in my head.
"…and music and other things are a distraction," he finished, "We are not having this conversation again, are we?"
"No dad," I said grinning because I said what he wanted to hear.
"Good," he said, "Marshall keep an eye on your sister while I'm gone."
He went to his job.
"So what gig are we doing big brother?" I asked.
"Well, this guy at my bar saw the video I was showing everyone, and he was like 'are you in the band'?" said Marshall, "And I'm like, 'hell yeah'. So he gives me this flyer."
"Gimme that!" I said. I looked at the flyer.
"Hold your horses Marceline," said Marshall, "Do you really wanna do this."
"Fuck yes," said Marceline, "I wanna be big. Nothing, especially not my dad is gonna stop our band from making it to the top."
Renegade (Paramore Single)
Marceline: And the grass wasn't green enough here
After watering it with my tears
I'm not sure where you went
Now we are just past tense
And the snakes, they are slithering in
Chasing me to my end
I can't say where that is
I'm running again
And when I get there
It won't be far enough
I'm a renegade
It's in my blood
If ever I get there
It won't be fast enough
I'm a renegade
I always was
Well, the spark never lit up a fire
Though I tried and tried and tried
The wind came through your lungs
A hurricane from your tongue
I'll keep your secrets with me
Right behind my teeth
Your anger, your anchor
But I'll sail much further on, ah, on
And when I get there
It won't be far enough
I'm a renegade
It's in my blood
If ever I get there
It won't be fast enough
I'm a renegade
I always was
I'll keep running
I'll keep running again, keep running
I'll keep running, running, running
Keep running, running, running
Oh, when I get there
It won't be far enough
I'm a renegade
It's in my blood
If ever I get there
It won't be fast enough
I'm a renegade
It's in my blood
I'm a renegade
I always was
I called everyone and we met at the Candy Café.
"So what's this about Marceline?" asked Princess Bubblegum.
"My brother saw some of the vids and got us a gig," I said, "Looks like we're playing at the Ooo party."
"Oh yeah, that place where Jermain works," said Jake.
"Maybe some chicks will dig my drumming," said Ice King. We all laughed.
"But how are we gonna get there without Dad finding out?" asked Marshall.
"You're forgetting that Uncle Charles is a musician," I said, "He'll just lie to Dad and tell him we're gonna be seeing a movie. We can leave right after school, and he's not even gonna be there."
"Now we just gotta find out what we're gonna play," said Finn as he drank his hot chocolate.
I ate the red out of a strawberry and blushed at him.
"Is there something on my face?" he asked.
I shook my head. "You're fine," I said.
Marshall grinned at me.
"Shut up," I said to him.
"I didn't say anything," he said laughing.
We were at the practice room writing new songs.
"Come on," said Marshall, "It's a simple punk rock beat. Let's try again."
We were trying one of Marshall's ideas, but it wasn't working.
"I'm not sure if we should go for a speedy kind of thing for this song," said Princess Bubblegum.
"What?" asked Marshall.
"Look at Marceline's lyrics," said Finn, "They're more of a soft ballad of some sort."
"Please," said Marshall.
"Well, I have a love song," said Princess Bubblegum.
"Is it about Science?" I asked.
"No!" she said, "…..Yes."
"Wait a minute," I said. I was hearing something in my head.
I wrote something on some music sheets. "Try and play this," I said.
She played it and it sounded amazing. I joined in with the bass.
"I think we got something here," said Marshall, "But let's hold it off for another gig."
"Marshall's right," I said, "At least I got the idea out."
I looked at my book for more ideas. "I got it," I said as I grinned.
A few days later we were at the party.
"Nice pad," said Finn.
"I know," I said.
We helped Ice King set up the drums and everything.
"Looks like we're ready when they want us to perform," said Marshall, "So at 9, we rock the house."
"Want some punch?" asked Finn as he gave me a cup.
I blushed and said "Thank you."
"No problem," said Finn.
"So how long have you played guitar?" I asked.
"I guess since Jake brought one," said Finn, "He's a really good musician."
"Yeah," I said as I laughed.
Marshall saw a girl eyeing him. He looked and she turned away.
"What was that?" he asked. "He looked at me," said the girl.
I was shivering a bit. "Are you ok?" asked Finn.
"Just cold," I said. He gave me his jean jacket to wear.
"Its warm," said Marceline.
"Fellas, let's go," said Princess Bubblegum, "We're about to perform."
We got onto the stage.
"Hey, what's up," I said on the microphone, "We're Riot, and we got some songs to play for you."
Crushcrushcrush (From Riot)
Marceline: I got a lot to say to you
Yeah I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here and it makes no sense at all
Marceline and Bubblegum: They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
Marceline: Crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
Marshall: (one, two, three, four)
Marceline: Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us is counting on
That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than, this
The people in the crowd were hyped to the music and started dancing. I smiled and kept playing.
Marceline: If you wanna play it like a game
Come on, come on let's play
'Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute
Marceline and Bubblegum: They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
Marceline: Crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
Marshall: (one, two, three, four)
Marceline: Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us is counting on
That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than, this now
The girl was looking at Marshall play the guitar. "Who's that sexy-ass vampire?" she asked. "I don't know," said the lollipop girl, "But those guys are good." Cinnamon bun guy was dancing. "That sounds good in my ear drums!" he said.
Marceline: Rock and roll baby, don't you know that
We're all alone now, I need something to sing about
Rock and roll honey, (Hey) don't you know baby
We're all alone now, I need something to sing about
Rock and roll honey, (Hey) don't you know baby
We're all alone now, give me something to sing about
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us is counting on
That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than, no
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us is counting on
That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than, more than this
We finished the song and the crowd cheered.
"Thank you," I said smiling. I drank the shade of red from a strawberry, "This next song I wrote about an ex who used me."
"I think I know what she's talking about," said Marshall Lee.
The girl kept looking at Marshall Lee.
"You like him?" said the lollipop girl.
"Shut up," she said.
Marshall took off his shirt and she got a nosebleed. "H-h-h-h-h-h-he has such a s-s-s-sexy body," she said.
Marshall did a guitar intro and I put my bass down.
Decode (Another Paramore Single from the Twilight Soundtrack)
Marceline: How can I decide what's right
When you're clouding up my mind?
I can't win your losing fight
All the time
Not gonna ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
But you won't take away my pride
No, not this time
Not this time
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know how
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own
Bubblegum: (I'm screaming, "I love you so")
Marceline: On my own
Bubblegum: (My thoughts you can't decode)
Marceline: How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know how
Marshall did a guitar solo and the crowd went wild. The girls were going crazy for him.
Marceline: Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves
Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah, yeah
Well, how did we get here?
When I used to know you so well.
I think I know
I think I know
There is something I see in you
It might kill me
But I want it to be true
The crowd cheered.
Marshall threw his shirt into the audience, but he was aiming for a certain person; the red haired girl who had her eye on him.
"Thank you," I said, "I'd like to thank my Uncle Chuck for bringing us here to play for you guys." "No problem," said Uncle Chuck. I bowed to the audience. As I ended my bow I saw someone who I did not expect to see.
It was my dad, and he looked pretty pissed.
"Uh-oh," I said.
TO BE CONTINUED…
(Uh oh. Marceline's dad is not happy about what he saw. What will happen? Tune in and find out!)