Author's Note 3 (Sorry, wrote this one after future ones): But so, AaaaAaAAah, I forgot to say that they were all like 21 basically. That is pretty much all I wanted to say with this, and to everyone starting to read this. It gets better. Trust me.
-themountainswan
Karkat: Make a Band
"There, finally fucking done." I put down my pencil and ran my hand through my hair, looking at the finished product. It was a poster for the band I wanted to start, "D.A.W." or Dead and Walking. I still don't know why that name struck me as good at all, but I figured I'd stick with it anyways, no matter how god damn awful it sounded. Now all that was left was to actually get members for the band, a drummer, a pianist, and someone to do synthesizer. I had vocals and guitar covered, and if anyone had anything to say about it, they could fuck right out of the band.
I rolled my chair over to my laptop, messaging whoever I thought would be useful. And after a few hours of heavy 'convincing' on multiple ends, I finally had an audition set up for each of the parts. I stretched and leaned back on my chair, yawning and letting my eyes rest. The people auditioning were either my "friends" or people they knew, to keep numbers short. It was supposed to be tomorrow, relatively early in the day at an auditorium that someone's dad knew? It was so god damn complicated that I just didn't care at that point, as long as everyone would be there. I had to see something other than my room, so I got up from my chair and left my house.
It wasn't hard to leave my house and go somewhere whenever I wanted, after my brother left for college and my dad decided that everyone else was more important than me. He would just be out for weeks, months, sometimes a year. But who needs a dad anyways? I'm doing just fine without him being here, he just pays the bills. Easy living. Even though he was gone, and has been for years and years, my dad still made his presence known by always trying to give me something to compensate for his absence.
It never worked.
But, since I once said that I liked music kind of, he started getting me instruments and the stuff that would make it possible for me to start a band, and that brought me to that day. I had more equipment than most bands did at the time, so it was kind of a disgrace not to use it. He promised he'd teach me how to play some of them one day…ugh, there I went again. I just needed to focus on something else, so I walked down to the music store to see what kind of stuff they had, and see what I could get. Even though it was always packed, and I would end up flipping out at someone for some reason that seems to always be theirs, it was more home than my house was. Speaking of that, here came the owner of the shop, Mr. Hussie.
"Ah, Karkat, what a surprise to see you here!" He says jokingly, walking out from behind the counter to greet him. I grunted and said "Anything new?" with kind of a melancholy tone. I knew he could hear that it was more than my usual pissed off voice from the expression on his face, and he grabbed my shoulder lightly. "Yeah, I actually do, I'll show you" he said, walking me over to the guitars and microphones. That never failed to pick me up, if all else did. I was kind of proud of my voice, although others seemed to be a lot more proud of it. It was one of the only things I had right now, and knowing that I had it just felt good when I belted into one of those mics. After a while, Hussie looked at me with a sparkle and said "Hey, I got somethin' just for you."
"For me?" I asked, but he didn't answer and pushed me through a few doorways to get to a candy red guitar with black lines spreading all across the front of it. I ran over to it and felt it, feeling everything about it. "Jesus Christ, you must have sold your fucking soul for this!" "Not really, built it myself. I knew you were feeling kind of down for a while, so I made this for you. Free of charge."
My heart nearly dropped once he said that "N-no, I don't do charity. This is way too much, there's no way in hell I'm taking this off you for free." He smirked and sighed lightly. "Then it'll stay here, come and get it when you need it." I could feel my emotions flowing within me and I stood up and sniffled "Thanks…thank you so much." "Don't mention it, kid. I won't sell it unless it's to you, I promise."
I quickly left the store to avoid being emotional and walked out of the shop. I didn't even realize how many hours I sunk into that place until I saw that it was dark out. Seemed like minutes to me. Either way, I figured I should probably head "home" now. After all, there was a lot of shit that had to get done and no one else was going to do it.