Hi everyone! A Shot into Darkness is giving me trouble so I decided to lay that to rest for the time being and write something different. Everyone is over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected sex- it kills. I hope everyone enjoys!
Sage:
"I need you to be my drummer." Said my best friend, Alec, as we were walking to our dorms. I rolled my eyes. Alec and I had been best friends for roughly about five years and he was adamant about me being the drummer for his newly made band; The Death Munchers.
Yeah. I know. A truly ridiculous name for a very unserious band. Alec and I could not have been more different. Even though we were both 24, I was 5'2, with lightly defined muscles, brown hair and greenish eyes. I was also a complete science nerd and would gladly spend my weekends in the lab of the college we both went to in Georgia.
Alec, on the other hand, was taller than me at 5'11. He had spiked black hair, bright blue eyes, and wore more eyeliner than most girls we knew. He smoked pot and partied on weekday nights. Everyone found it a great surprise when he didn't flunk out of college in the first trimester. Even though he tried to look super angry at the world all the time, and listened to absolutely gut-wrenching screamo music, I still loved him in my own way. We met freshman year in high school and became close over the shared fact that our fathers left us. Now we were like brothers.
Which is why when Alec came to me two weeks ago and asked if I would be the drummer of his new band, I quickly said no. I hadn't played the drums in years, and playing the kind of music that Alec liked would probably leave me bleeding from the ears. Not quite my idea of being in a band. Alec took this opportunity to persistently bug me about being the drummer every moment he could. Today, I finally broke- just to shut him up.
"GOD ALEC! Fine, I will be your drummer! But if I don't like it, I will quit and precede to tease you about how awful you are for the rest of your life!" I said, pushing my longish hair out of my eyes for the millionth time. I was really ready for a haircut.
"Thank you Sage! You have no idea what this means! WE HAVE A DRUMMER!" He screamed to the world and I pounced on him and covered his mouth with my hand. He struggled but I shushed him.
"The entire world does not need to know that you finally found a drummer for your crummy band." I hissed at him, mocking furiousness. He laughed and we resumed walking as he chattered away about how exited he was.
"Ok, our first practice will be tomorrow! I'll call everyone and let them know you finally relented. God, that took awhile! Sheesh, I was started to worry that my charm would never win you over." He teased me. One thing I was nervous about was meeting Alec's other friends. They were just like Alec, and I was rightly terrified that they would eat me alive.
That probably sounds mean. But people wearing all black, with more tattoos than bare skin, and a million piercings in places skin shouldn't be pierced scared the shit out of me. Alec was like a tame kitty compared to his lion friends. Not to mention they had the most terrifying names. Hearing Alec talking about friends like Slash, Knifer, and Bat just creeped me out. Don't people like their nice and normal names?
He let me know that practice would be at 5 at his friend's apartment. He gave me the address and then we parted ways. His dorm was about half a mile away from mine.
I started up the stairs and unlocked my room. My roommate, Jeffery, was never there so I basically had the old place to myself. My room was pretty simple. I didn't have a lot of pictures of my parents around. My dad left when I was 15 and my mom kinda fell apart after that. When I told her I was gay, she barely flinched and muttered something about yet another guy treating her wrong. I never understood what she meant by that.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the fact that I was gay. I have never tried to hide it and when I came out to Alec he laughed and told me he had known since freshman year. I guess I should be grateful that one of my only friends supports me.
I showered and brushed my teeth before getting in my boxers and climbing into bed.
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Hawk:
I was exited for Alec. The band was a great idea and it had been awhile since I had been in one.
However, he took away all the value naming it the 'Death Munchers.' But then again, oh well, not like we will ever be popular or anything. It was just to get together and get the music out of our brains and into the world.
Today is the first rehearsal and it's at my house. I told everyone 5:30 so I would have time to get ready after my final arts class of the day. I began straitening my soft blond hair to get it ready for the mohawk.
Yes. The mohawk. It's kinda how I got my nickname of Hawk. My real name was less exiting being as boring as James Masis. I can be pretty scary when people first see me. I have white blond hair spiked in a serious mohawk that takes about an hour and a half to put up. I'm 6'2, have three tattoos and a lip piercing. It was as painful as it sounds, but I love it.
I began teasing my hair on my forehead with my teasing comb, working my way up to the back of my head. I grabbed my first product, which was a light setting gel. After running that through my head, I grabbed my hair dryer and hard setting gel. This was what took forever. I had to go small strands, rub the gel in them and hold them up while drying them. Then I would move on to the next small strands and stand them up. I was about halfway done with this process when the doorbell rang. I looked at the time and seeing it was only 5, cursed.
It was probably Alec, eager to set up and get ready. Grumbling to myself about not being able to finish my hair (I could be such a queen sometimes) I made my way down the hall and open the door.
"Listen Alec, I was just getting done with my hair and you are WAY TOO EARLY-" I said, not even looking at who was at the door. Some small guy cowered at me, his emerald green eyes staring at my face before slipping away. He was a good foot shorter than me and only came up to my mid chest.
"Um. Hi." He said.
I rolled my eyes. This squirt must be the new drummer Alec was talking about. I grabbed his shirt, ignoring his squeak, and dragged him inside. One of my biggest pet peeves was my hair, and I wanted to have enough time to finish.
"Sit your ass down the hall to the right. It's where everyone is meeting." I said gruffly and stalked back to the bathroom.
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Sage:
I don't know how large the stick that was obviously up this guys ass was but he was fucking pissed at me. Legit, I don't understand how this guys hair could be so damn important to him. If he's trying to be so badass with his hair then he should stop acting like such a damn princess about it.
He has now been rushing around the apartment for thirty minutes trying to fucking get his hair done before the rest of the band gets here. He's totally muttering under his breath about me though and I can hear it.
"Fucking arrived early, damn hair." He goes around teasing his fucking mohawk. I don't even know this guys name and here I am sitting on his couch.
I hope he is just offering his apartment as a practice space and wasn't a part of the band.
The doorbell rang and I looked up. The asshole cursed under his breath and ran to get it. I leaned back and tried to look as relaxed as possible, just to piss him off more. Do not get the wrong idea about me; even though I look like a submissive brat, I am pretty feisty.
Alec came bustling into the room. He looked around, nodding to himself. I could tell he was surveying the space.
"So tell me Alec, what is this little squirt doing here for? Is he your newest bitch of the week?" The douche came up behind Alec and slung his hand around his shoulders. I rolled my eyes.
"Who? SAGE? I don't know where you got that idea Hawk, but Sage is the drummer I was telling you about." Alec had the decency to look extremely exited. I rolled my eyes to the point that they were spending more time looking at my brain then focusing on Alec.
"Oh. Well. I didn't expect him to be so..." 'Hawk' looked me up and down "...different." He smirked and I could tell he was enjoying getting to me. UGH.
I could not believe that I let Alec talk me into doing this.
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I met the guitarist next. Her name was Anna and she was barely a centimeter over 5 ft. She had her rain-bowed died hair spiked up and more metal on her face then skin. However, the second I met her I saw a friendly joking twinkle in her eye and I could tell she was a kind soul.
The bassist came in and I met him. His name was Jacob and he was less scary looking than the others. His hair was not in a mohawk and the only piercings he had were on his ears. Given, he still had half inch spacers on them and was wearing more eyeliner than Anna, but he was still less intimidating. I learned that Jacob and Anna were cousins and that they had been best friends since the third grade.
Hawk was the main singer. Alec would be backup and electric guitar and I would be drums. We got to work, warming up and tuning the instruments. Hawk kept his distance from me but seemed super close with Jacob and Alec. I felt a little out of place and awkward.
Hawk's basement was nicely furnished. It had a lot of amps, and was decorated with guitars all over. He had the cliché pictures of cars and girls reaching themselves in inane ways all over the Alfa Romeos and Aston Martins. At least the guy had class when it came to cars.
I may be a geek, but I'm a complete car geek. Something about a V12 engine revving turns my sex drive on. I know, it's pretty damn weird. My mouth literally waters when I see a Maserati driving by. I don't like the overly popular zealous brands like Ferrari and Lamborghini. I think they make sexy cars, but they are mainly bought by people who want to show their money off. Same with Bugattis. Though those have pure speed and strength.
Fingers snapped in front of my face and I jolted out of my daydream. Hawk stood in front of me with a cross expression on his face. His blond hair looked sharper than knives and one of his lip piercings glinted.
"We are starting." He turned around and stalked to the wooden floor in one corner of the basement. I sighed and grabbed my drumsticks. We decided we would start with a song cover we all knew- which was Numb by Linkin Park. It was one of my personal favorites, so I was happy we decided to go with it.
