I Must Be Dreaming Chapter 28: Jake, a grojband fanfic

Lenny's POV

I collapsed onto the couch after we got home from the battle of the bands. I was exhausted from all the practice and tension from Lane's worrying about our lyrics. She's always been like that and I got used to it easily... I just hope Corey does too. "Damn suspension... I hate it." My sister then laughed at me as she sat down on the couch by me. "It's like taking a math test when you didn't study. Cross your fingers, hope for the best, guess, and you actually go threw heck. Also, watch your langue you baka." I gave her a quick glare. "Quit calling me an idiot." She punched me lightly in the arm as she laughed. "What ever you say Len." She got up and was about to leave before she turned as me. "Oh, Jake called after the Battle." I gave her a confused look. Jake was our producer when we were recording our record. The weird thing is he's only Mike's age and he's the best producer in all of Distance Records. The thing is, he hated that we had to leave. "What he say?" She sat back down beside me. "He said that he was going to send recorder to our bands garages so we can record how we sound we them and send them back. He also added that he wants to hear if we still have our talent so their will be three recorders being sent to our house." So, basically. "We're going to be discovered again?" She shrugged. "You never know bro. He might just want one of our bands. He might just pick The Newmans, Grojband, or Toxic Sirens." I nodded knowing she was right. "True. Wait," I just remembered why we came to Peaceville. "What about D-Dad?" She then gave me a confused look and then her eyes went big. "L-Len. Your eyes are red again." I covered my eyes quickly and took in deep breathes. "Maybe they'll make a recording studio here... Maybe. Even if they do want us back they got to wait till after our schooling is over anyway." I nodded again as I uncovered my eyes. "Gone?" She nodded. "Perfect." I sighed and slouched on the couch. This is horrible. Their is a major possibility that we might get discovered with our new friends and then theirs a possibility for me to see my devil of a father. "So either way either how we're screwed huh?" She nodded as she went over to the stage and picked up her bass. "Remember how we would sing randomly when we were sad?" I nodded before she started to pick at the strings making a soft melody. I then noticed the song she was singing.

Dry lightning cracks across the skies
Those storm clouds gather in her eyes
Her daddy was a mean old mister
Mama was an angel in the ground
The weather man called for a twister
She prayed blow it down

There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past

I then walked over to the old piano by my guitar and started to play.

Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away,
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
'Til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
Blown away

She heard those sirens screaming out
Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch
She locked herself in the cellar
Listened to the screaming of the wind
Some people call it taking shelter
She called it sweet revenge

I then joined her on stage and started to play Mike's drums.

There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past

Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away (blown away)
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away (blown away)
'Til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday (blown away)
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,

Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away

I remember when she fell in love with the song. It always reminded us that things could be worst. It reminded me that me and my siblings might be a little off and was bullied before but, things might have been worst. I just hope that it won't. "Want to play another song?" I walked over to my acoustic guitar and picked it up. "This time I'm singing." She just smiled. "As long as it's 8 years apart then yes." I smiled at her before playing my guitar.

We're 8 years apart.
Don't play with my heart.
It won't work out.
We're 8 years apart.
I should have known from the start.
It won't work out.

I won't let them arrest you.
I'll always protect you.
The older guys don't treat you right.
You're searching for someone but you have found no one.
I could be there tonight.

She said, Are you really 18? I need to see some ID on that one.
Oh look at all this scruff.
This fluffity scruffy scruff.
I'm 18... almost 19!

You're leading me on.
Girl, you're leading me on.
And I'm not that strong.

She said, Once you hit 18 we can go mating...
That's too long! That's too long!
Oh I could take you to prom.
Just let me ask my mom she could drive us.
I guess we'll go our own ways until I come of age.

My sister laughed through the whole song. "I'll need to see some ID on that one." I looked at her funny and laughed for a moment. "Shut up Lane."

Thanks for reading! Sorry for the late update and stay musical my friends! :D