Rattle Head Chapter 3, a k-on!/けいおん！ fanfic

"This is total bull shit!" Dave screamed while nearly punching a hole in the wall outside of the recording studio.

"What did you expect? Do you think we're just gonna make it as a tribute band?" Dijon said with an angry tone rarely used by him.

"I don't see the problem with writing our own songs." Greg added to the conversation.

"That's the problem with you! You never have a problem with anything!" Dijon yelled, smashing his beer bottle next to Greg's feet. Just then, Matt walked out of the building.

"Are you guys seriously fighting before we've even had any significant fame."

"Matt, I swear to god, if you signed that contract." Dave said with a readied fist.

"What would you do?"

"Probably murder you right here."

Matt held up the contract which had yet to be signed. He pulled out a lighter and burned it.

"That contract was shit anyway. No royalties, only one album, our music would be heavily edited, more bull shit, etcetera. But, that asshole did have a point, we aren't gonna get anywhere as a cover band."

"Are you crazy?! We can't write for shit, that's why we play other people's music!" Dave yelled at Matt.

"It can't possibly be that hard, let's go get dinner and think about this."

Time Skip

"We might as well think of songs now. D, what're your favorite hobbies?"

"You know damn well, Matt. Drinking, fighting, chicks, knowing that I'm still alive after all the shit I do to myself."

"Still alive, hmmm. How about we make a song called Alive For Now."

"You still need to write lyrics and music, dumbass." Dave pointed out.

"I already have some lyrics."

"Seriously?"

"Yep."

"Alright, tell me what you have."

"Let me write down what I have so far." Matt grabbed a napkin and a pen and started writing.

Wakin' up, empty bottles, next to some chick from the other night.

Wakin' up, empty bottles, feelin' the pain from that fight.

I got a liver, it barely functions! That's okay cuz I'm...

Alive for now! Alive for now! Alive for now! But I'm still kickin'!

"And then that would trail into some more verses and a guitar solo."

"if you finish the lyrics, the rest of us can work on the music." Greg said with excitement in his voice.

"This is gonna kick ass!" Dijon yelled which got them looks from the other people in the restaurant. The four guys finished eating, got in their cars, and made the long trip back home.

A Week Later

"Shit!" Dave yelled after hanging up the phone.

"What's up?" Matt asked from the living room.

"We got taken off the list for that gig at the studio!"

"That prick, he said that we would still play even if we refused the contract."

"We should have our own concert outside of the studio in the bed of the truck." Dijon said, not looking away from tv.

"You're a god damn genius!" Dave yelled from the other room.

A Few Hours Later

"Ok, we have everything set up, and no one knows what we're doing." Matt said to the rest of his band mates.

"Did you invite your little girlfriend?" Greg asked mockingly.

"First of all, she's not my girlfriend. Second of all, yes. Apparently their drummer is a fan."

"Hey guys, the fan club is starting to show up." Dave said while tinkering with his amp.

The four guys went over to a table set up by the Rattle Head fan club to sign some stuff and talk to their small group of fans. After everyone had shown up, including HTT, Rattle Head grabbed their instruments and started the show.

"How's everybody doing?" Dave asked the audience, which responded with cheers. "Well, those assholes in there kicked us off the show. So, this is sort of a little protest. Now, everyone raise a big middle finger to that building and tell them to go fuck themselves!" the crowd did as they were told, needless to say, somebody in the studio called the cops. Rattle Head decided to play a few songs before they got in trouble.

"This one's called Peace Sells!" Greg yelled. Dijon started kicking the bass drum, which the crowd started clapping along with. Matt stepped forward while clapping along. He stopped clapping, looked around, and slid down to the seventh fret on the A string to start the opening bass riff. Greg came in after a couple repeats, which then led into the first verse.

What do you mean, "I don't believe in god"? I talk to him every day.

What do you mean, "I don't support your system"? I go to court when I have to.

What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"? I got nothing better to do.

And what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"? Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?

Dave, Greg, and Matt played the riff that pops in and out during the chorus while Dijon played throughout the whole part.

If there's a new way,

I'll be the first in line.

But, it better work this time.

Greg and Dave played a short intro to the second verse, which could have been a solo if they weren't playing simultaneously.

What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"? I didn't know you had any feelings.

What do you mean, "I ain't kind"? Just not your kind.

What do you mean, "I couldn't be the president, of the United States of America"? Tell me something, it's still we the people, right?

They all played the part that led into the chorus while smiling to each other.

If there's a new way,

I'll be the first in line.

But, it better work this time.

If there's a new way,

I'll be the first in line.

But, it better work this time.

There was a brake in singing for guitar solos which led into the final part.

Can you put a price on peace?

Greg started playing the intro a little faster than Matt played it. The others came in after a couple repeats of the riff.

Peace,

Peace sells,

Peace,

Peace sells,

Peace sells, but who's buying?

No, peace sells

By the time the song ended, alot of people from inside the studio were in the crowd of Rattle Head fans.

"Are you guys having a good time?" Matt yelled to the audience, who responded with cheers and applause. "Good, but I hear sirens, so we're gonna jam till we get caught. Go crazy!"

The four guys: Dave standing in front of the open tailgate, Greg standing to the left of Dave, Matt standing to the right, and Dijon sitting at his drum set in the bed of the truck, played for a solid five minutes before the police showed up.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to put out this chapter, today was my first day of school and I've been preparing for a while and didn't have alot of writing time. I actually finished it sixth period. So, it'll be hard, but I'll try to write throughout the school year. See you next chapter!