"Is it really necessary to drag all this crap along?" Mark asked with a shake of his head. The girls looked at him and he wondered why he bothered asking.
He watched his youngest lugging the keyboard that rivaled her tiny stature. He sighed and took it from her, balancing it against his body with his left arm, while he carried his duffle bag which contained his ring gear on his right shoulder .
They made it to Mark's locker room to get settled in. Luckily, their father being one of the top performers - and not mention one of Vinnie Mac's boys – afforded him one of the few private dressing rooms. Both girls resolved that hanging out in the same room as a bunch of testosterone filled dudes would have reached it's fill quickly.
"I've got to talk to Vince. Then I have a few things to check on." He looked at them sternly, "Try not to get yourselves on trouble."
Heather nodded obediently while Reves scoffed.
"I mean it," his voice became a little gruff. He exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Reves waited a couple of minutes. She went to the door, opening it and checking both directions.
"You aren't thinking of making mischief, are you?" Heather questioned with apprehension.
" Always," Reves grinned wolfishly. "Unfortunately, not this time," she added, "Remember that janitors closet in corridor B we found that one time? I think it would be great for sound proof recording."
" I think Dad wants us to stay here," Heather replied in a low voice.
Reves's blue orbs flashed in annoyance, "We aren't hurting anyone. We're just recording our music. Don't be such a goody-two-shoes."
Heather huffed and rolled her eyes at the jab as she got up from the couch. She didn't know why such an elementary jest vexed she so.
The teenagers carted their equipment to the next corridor, locating the janitorial closet Reves had mentioned. It was cramped and filled with all sorts of cleaning products and tools, but it rendered enough room to work.
They sat up the keyboard stand with the keyboard on it and the recorder.
" No distractions. Let's pound this out," Reves commanded.
"Easy for you to say," Heather bit back as she double checked the setting on the keyboard.
"Look, I can't be bothered to learn all these instruments. It's not my fault you know both piano and guitar."
"Tell me about it," Heather mumbled, straightening her position on the creates of floor cleaner which she sat upon. She placed he fingers over the keys. "Well, I'm ready," she told her sister, and she cued the recorder. Heather's slender fingers danced in the same rhythm that she played earlier in the hotel bathroom.
Reves watched the look on her sister's face, fondly. She knew the younger girl enjoyed playing her instruments as much as she also enjoyed singing, or even reading. Reves remembered some years ago, begging for music and singing lessons. Begging as it was, was a loose term, really. The four if them (her and her three siblings) need merely ask and it was done – within reason, of course. She was well aware that this was ninety percent the results of guilt on her father's part, yet they profited from it, never the less.
Hall and Nash had arrived to the arena an hour late and had the pleasure of being greeted by sideways glares and murmurs from a fair majority of the locker room and other staff.
"Looks like we're still a couple of the most popular boys back here," Kevin said with a smirk, running his hand through his blonde hair.
" You know it, Chico," Scott returned.
They were well aware that people hated the fact that they were returning to WWE, especially entrenched in their infamous New World Order gimmick. Their alliance with the immortal Hulk Hogan, everyone's one beloved hero, ignited the spark that would come to be known as the "Monday Night Wars", a phenomenon that turned the wrestling world on it's head and forever changed the business.
It may sound like a hard burden to have to bare, but if anyone could carry it, it was these men. And they did so proudly, not giving a second thought to what anyone thought of them. At the moment, they were on their way to meet up with Hogan, then on to Vince's office. The nWo was making its WWE debut tonight at the No Way Out pay per view.
Heather finished up with a triumphant smile on her face. This was the last layer they needed to complete their demo song, "Shadow of a Promise".
They switched off the machines and stood. "Let's go get a CD and we can start mixing this," Reves said eagerly.
Heather, whom had the closest proximity to the door, reached for the handle. She have it a turn, but it seemed stuck. She made another attempt but to no avail. "Rev, I don't think I can get the door open."
Reves approached the door. "Move," she commanded, slightly shoving the younger girl out of her way. She jiggled the handle, but it wouldn't budge. "What the hell?" she questioned with exasperation. She pushed and shunted against the door with her shoulder. Her frustration raised. She pressed her back against the door, digging the soles of her black boot against the concrete.
All of a sudden, the door swung open and the girls found themselves falling away. Reves landed square on her back outside in the hallway. Heather, whose hand had been resting on the door, came crashing down over her sister's body with a heavy thud. A painful groan escaped Reves's lips.
"Whoa!" they heard a deep voice exclaim.
"What the hell?" Another questioned.
Still lying over her sister, Heather looked immediately to get right. Noticing two pairs of shoes she followed her gaze all the way up the their perplexed expressions. Her face flushed a deep crimson and she gave a small gasp. Standing over them, fixed in bewilderment, were Kevin Nash and Scott Hall. Heather was frozen in mortification as they stared down at the two girls.
"Heather! Get the hell off me," her sister's shrill voice called out to her from a distant land as she was being pushed away.
Reves picked herself up off the cold floor, brushing off. Meanwhile, Heather sat back on her heels. Her eyes averted to the ground. Reves gazed down at her sister with agitation. "Heather, get up!" she barked as she rubbed a sore spot on her back.
Hopping to compliance, she rose, her mantle deepening.
There was an awkward silence, then after a moment Kevin asked, "Just out of curiosity, do you always lock yourselves in broom closets?"
Reves huffed. "We didn't lock ourselves in, okay?"
"Yo, calm down, Chica," Scott told her, "I don't know what else it means to be stuck I side the closet, but if you say so…"
"Why the hell were you in there, though?" Kevin questioned.
Reves' visage became a rare bright blush. "Well, if you must know, we were recording a song," she said, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.
" Recording a song?" The two men looked at one another, skeptically. The were not sure if they should laugh or be intrigued.
Heather witnessed the exchange and cringed. They probably thought that the sister's were delusional or had the intellect of a rock.
"Yes," Reves snipped. She too, was battling embarrassment. Neither sister liked to speak about their work until it was fully finished. "What does it matter? God, all of you are so nosy! Look at those little teenagers over there. What in the blue he'll are they doing now?" She spouted in a mocking voice.
Heather's heart stopped and she had a sharp intake of breath. Some of the wrestlers would tell Mark if the girls got out of line. Some would look for excuses to keep them away from the arenas. Every time Reves would get cocky with John Layfield, he would run and tell their once threatened to throw her over his knee and beat her, himself (not that it phased Reves what so ever). When they went to the next town they would be restricted from going to the arena and made to stay in the hotel room nearly the entire time.
"Rev!" Heather exclaimed, tugging on her sister's shirt sleeve. " Don't be so derisive. They're going to tell Dad on us!"
Heather could feel the blonde goliath's hazel eyes fixed on her, but it was the smaller man who spoke, "Nah, Chica. See we ain't really the tattle tailin' types."
"Unless of course, it suits sour benefit," Kevin chimed in with a smirk.
Heather glanced up with a worrying expression in her doe eyes. Meanwhile, Reves fought the grin that was creeping across her cheeks. Maybe these guys weren't half bad?
" Anyway, Kev we gotta go. Old Vinnie ain't gonna be too pleased with us," Scott reminded him.
"Yeah," Kevin answered him. "Best advice is, stay out of the closet." He gave the girls a jesting glance as he began to walk away.
The two men looked at each other, shaking their heads. Last they checked, not many hit were made in the closet, but they could see how the boredom could set in. Life on the road was difficult for grown men. It was not one for teens, especially a pretty pair such as them. Never the less, that was Mark's decision.
"Well, that wasn't at all mortifying," Heather groused when they were gone.
Reves turned towards her as if being broken from a train of thought. "It wasn't that bad," she argued , willing the heat in her cheeks to leave. "C'mon. Let's get the CD." She linked her sister's arm with hers.
On their way back to their dad's locker room they came across some of their favorite people in the WWE, Amy Dumas -better known as Lita- and Matt and Jeff, the Hardy Boyz. The trio was younger and had a lot more in common with the sisters than a lot of the old wrestlers.
"Oh, hey girls. What's up?" Matt greeted them.
"Oh. Hi." Reves perked up some, waving towards them.
"Hey," Heather smiled, sweet and shy.
" Uh oh. Rev, who pissed you off?" Jeff asked in that distinctive Carolina accent. Although her face had brightened, she still carried an aura of annoyance.
"She's upset because we got ourselves trapped in the janitor's closet," Heather volunteered.
Reves was staring daggers at Heather who shrunk back.
Amy laughed at them playfully. "So, do you have any new stuff?"
" It's not ready yet," Reves replied teasingly.
The sister's had always admires the threesome known as Team Extreme. They pushed the envelope with every match and possessed great heart and tenacity. They followed their dreams fearlessly. They were like square pegs in a round hole. They just had something different. They sister felt they were different too.
"Well, promise us, you'll give us first listen." Amy nudged Reves.
"Of course," Heather smiled.
They parted ways from the trio. They had a lot of free time for the rest of the afternoon until the end of the show. Their dad may pop in to check on them periodically, but they knew for the most part, he had disappeared for the rest of the night.