The Drama Brothers story

Chapter 8

TRENT'S POV

June.
Finally,something cool was happening.
Darkwood decided to throw a party for celebrating the release of the album.
A lot of famous people joined the party.
Finally,some deserved fun.
What could had possibly gone wrong?

"One month of social service."
Okay,maybe getting naked and jump into the pool from a roof was not a good idea.

I think that the forced community service was a valuable experience.
It teached me that you had to stay in control of yourself,because life can hit you in every moment.
It teached me that everyone can ake society a better place.
But God,that smell was fucking disgusting.
Seriously,assholes who throw trash and crap like that one the ground need to be punished.

JUSTIN'S POV

I was sure about it.
My beautiful skin was going to be deturpated by all that crap.
Unfortunatly,that wasn't the most degradating thing.
I was regularly tormented by two bastards.
One was a tall and lean boy,with olive skin and balck hairs who liked to whistle in the hail of the mountain king.
The other one was a fat midget with purple hair.
Luckily,they eventually stopped to do such acts.
When i started to beat them with a broom.

CODY'S POV

You know what was worst than doing crappy works?
Doing crappy works while being tormented by Sierra.
Sierra was Balinley assistent.
She kept taking pictures of me.
She kept violating my personal space.
Now i understaand how Gwen felt on the island.
I guess taht's karma.
Very bad karma.

HAROLD'S POV

Stupid.
The idea of getting naked was mine.
I tought it was something funny.
Well,it was something funny.
The problem is that now i had to do community service.
Seriously,doing that thing put you in a great risk for infection.
At lest we would had to do that just for a month.
The next time,im gonna think twice.
Wow,maybe this whole thing truly works.

TRENT'S POV

The month passed slowly.
Our reputation toe a great hit.
However,that experience teached me an important thing.
Never listen to Harold's stupid ideas.

It was a pleasure to finally returning to our regular life.
During that month,i dedicated very little time to music.
It was time to get back into the buissness.
Luckily,the whole experience gave me the idea for a song.
It was good to be back.

It was a fresh night.
I was alone at home.
Writing a new song.
I decided to call it the trash man.
After i finished to work,i lyed down on my bed.
Everything was moving so fast.
I was living my dream and i liked it.

Chapter 8 end