References: Hurricane Streets by Hey Monday is used here. Don't sue!
Against my will, I am currently being dragged to one of the school's music rooms by Leo and Jay, with the others trailing behind us. I wonder how many kinds of rooms does this school have, exactly? It's like so freakin' huge.
"Uh, hello? I can walk you know," I said matter-of-factly to the two guitarists, "And I'm gonna press charges against you guys for molestation, man-handling, kidnapping and depriving me of lunch,"
I started struggling, trying to pull myself free from the grasps of Jay and Leo. Why is it that I'm always so weak? Back in Boston, I was always asked to be at the top of the pyramid when one of their flyers were absent.
Goodness, I'm saying a lot of things that start with 'Back in Boston'. Damn it.
The two of them just held on harder onto my arms, resulting in me accidentally (but to my satisfaction) punching Jay's jaw and narrowly missing Leo's one. Jay let out a train of swear words that could've made a truck driver blush, as he freed one of his hands to rub the sore area where I had hit.
Tsk, tsk. I wonder what his mom would've said when she heard him?
"My God, kitty. We're not doing anything illegal to you," Jay grumbled, "It's the twenty-first century, for goodness' sake. It's perfectly legal to hold the arm of a girl,"
"And what, drag her somewhere against her will!?" I retorted, "I haven't even eaten anything since morning!"
"You can eat later. Who asked you to be an anorexic bimbo and not eat breakfast?"
I seriously feel like saying some of those profanities that Jay had spouted earlier. Oh, and I also feel like kicking him where the sun don't shine. That's a pretty tempting idea right now, seeing my current situation.
"I'm not anorexic, all right!? It's just that you don't have the luck to feel like a pregnant woman, rushing around throwing up every morning just because you eat a bit of breakfast like I do!" I snapped, "And besides, why can't I not perform today? It's not like they'll miss me or anything, since they don't even know I exist,"
"Which is exactly why you should start performing ASAP," Jordan said, opening a door that we stopped in front of.
Jay and Leo, both still holding onto either of my arms, dragged me inside the music room, followed by the other members of the Lightning Devils and Gabriel. I was dragged and placed in front of a microphone stand.
"Here's the other microphone. Try it out," Jay ordered. Wow. They work faster than I do. I wonder who set up the microphone before we got here?
"There's such a thing as the word 'please', you know," I muttered, "Or are you just used to having millions of women and girls falling and bowing at your feet?"
"The latter, kitty," Jay grinned, "Now, sing some random song you know,"
That's why I hate hot guys. They think they're all that and stuff, and Jay was a very good example of that. I folded my arms, a look of stubbornness etched into my face. What can I say? I'm a feminist at heart, even though I'm half-starved.
Lance looked at me, a blank look on his face, which actually suited his looks. He turned to Jay, and opened his mouth. "Jay, just say 'please' will you? We can't lose this one. We've been through this too many times," he said quietly, "And competition's getting tougher. Kaitlyn will be a great trump card,"
A moment of silence ensued as I processed the fact that the normally quiet Lance had spoken more than five words. Then I processed what he had said. What? I'm a growing, half-starved teenager. I need my nourishment, but thanks to some people (hint at Jay), I have to wait 'till four o'clock when I get back to Aunt Elle's house to actually eat something edible.
"Fine," Jay said childishly, "Please, kitty. Sing a song for us to hear your lovely voice,"
I ignored Jay, and turned to Lance with a questioning look. "What do you mean by you have been through this too many times?"
"It's pretty easy to guess," Lance replied in the same quiet tone.
Then, realization suddenly dawned upon me. It felt pretty epic, by the way, the realization dawning upon me.
"Do you mean I'm not the first female singer you've tried recruiting into the band?" I asked, a spark of interest growing in me. "What happened to my predecessors?"
An uncomfortable and pregnant silence hit the room, as some of the band members, Jordan and Tyson in particular, fidgeted nervously. Only Lance was unaffected by my question, seeing as he was the one who led me to asking it, and Gabriel, who was obviously out-dated in the band's history. The lack of noise was deafening.
Oooh. This is interesting.
"Soooo...care to tell me?" I urged, a cheshire-cat grin of my own spread across my face.
Jay cleared his throat in a business-like manner. "It's nothing important, so..."
"The last one quit because of Leo," Lance interrupted, "And the one before that quit because of Jay."
I knew it. It had to be them.
Jay and Leo shot the keyboardist a dirty look. "Well, I couldn't help it. She practically expected me to marry her," Leo said defensively, "And I'm only seventeen, for God's sake! All I promised her were good times and memories. She misinterpreted me for a serious relationship,"
"What about him?" I asked, pointing at Jay like he was an animal. But animals are better than him, I tell you, waaaaay better.
"I'm just not interested in a relationship now," Jay said airily, picking up an electric guitar and studying the surface, " 'sides, I have to look after you now, kitty," He winked at me. Jerk.
"How many have you been through, exactly?" I asked, ignoring the gnawing irritation that had festered ever since I met Jay this morning.
"Well...a couple of them," Tyson said, the tone of his voice reluctant. He must be uncomfortable with the fact that his friends are a bunch of playboy jerks.
"Eight," Lance dead-panned. All of us, excluding Leo and Jay, turned to look at said people accusingly.
"We can't help it if they can't cope with it and be professional about it," Jay said loftily, "I mean, it is partly their fault for misreading us,"
That tweaked a nerve. My dad has always said that I liked to be the best of the best, because it was a faulty genetic trait that I inherited from him. I take up challenges like a dog picks up a bone. What? I thought it was a pretty good metaphor, actually.
Anyways, I did that weird bangs over eyes thing and in a deadly tone, I said, "Are you trying to say that I'm not cut out for this thing?"
"Oh, no, it's just tha-," Leo began, but Jay cut in like the ill-mannered person he is.
"You could be," Jay suggested slyly, "I mean, after all, you didn't want to join us in the first place. You might not be even cut out for it at all,"
I fully put the blame on my daddy for whatever happened next. Sorry dad, if you're sneezing right now in Paris or Rome, wherever the hell you are with mom.
"Never fear," I said icily, "Because I don't intend on running away after whatever you've done wrong to me, because I will get back at you, and I especially do NOT intend on falling in love with any of you,"
The Devils and Gabriel stared at me in shock after my announcement. Both Leo and Jay simply smiled at me cryptically.
I distrust those smiles.
"Amaze us, if you will," Leo said gallantly, flourishing an arm towards the microphone.
"Fine," I snarled, stepping up nearer to the stand. I can sing, no problem. It's just them anyway, and it's not like I'm performing on stage in front of a crowd. Just pretend that none of them are here. It's pretty easy, in Leo's and Jay's cases. I mentally picked out one of my favourite songs that I knew like the back of my hand. It goes like this:
The storm is rushing on me
Here's the flood flash
I feel so locked and loaded
Let me out, let me out
Wake up in a wasteland
Where the trees are crashing fast
Make or break
The road explodes
Get out, get out of this town
Live faster, live stronger
Let us speed up
Or get blown over
Time's wasting
How much longer
Before I get myself free
Of these hurricane streets?
I reluctantly looked over at the Devils, wondering what they thought of my singing after I finished, or rather, my song choice. They don't look like people who would take too kindly to Hey Monday, but as the saying goes, looks can be deceiving. Leo's a prime example of that, thank you very much.
Jay and Leo were smiling; contentedness present in both their faces, the kind a person would get after eating a hugely satisfying meal. Jordan was just nodding sagely in approval, and Tyson and Gabriel both looked taken aback. Lance, as expected, remained cool.
Awesome. I wasn't expecting such reactions, Lance's excluded.
I stepped back from the mike and turned towards them, and before anything else happened, I saw a blinding white flash, rendering me unconscious, next thing I knew.
At least I didn't fall on top of the equipment, though, because those tangles of wires don't look very accommodating.
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Against my will, I am currently being dragged to one of the school's music rooms by Leo and Jay, with the others trailing behind us. I wonder how many kinds of rooms does this school have, exactly? It's like so freakin' huge.
"Uh, hello? I can walk you know," I said matter-of-factly to the two guitarists, "And I'm gonna press charges against you guys for molestation, man-handling, kidnapping and depriving me of lunch,"
I started struggling, trying to pull myself free from the grasps of Jay and Leo. Why is it that I'm always so weak? Back in Boston, I was always asked to be at the top of the pyramid when one of their flyers were absent.
Goodness, I'm saying a lot of things that start with 'Back in Boston'. Damn it.
The two of them just held on harder onto my arms, resulting in me accidentally (but to my satisfaction) punching Jay's jaw and narrowly missing Leo's one. Jay let out a train of swear words that could've made a truck driver blush, as he freed one of his hands to rub the sore area where I had hit.
Tsk, tsk. I wonder what his mom would've said when she heard him?
"My God, kitty. We're not doing anything illegal to you," Jay grumbled, "It's the twenty-first century, for goodness' sake. It's perfectly legal to hold the arm of a girl,"
"And what, drag her somewhere against her will!?" I retorted, "I haven't even eaten anything since morning!"
"You can eat later. Who asked you to be an anorexic bimbo and not eat breakfast?"
I seriously feel like saying some of those profanities that Jay had spouted earlier. Oh, and I also feel like kicking him where the sun don't shine. That's a pretty tempting idea right now, seeing my current situation.
"I'm not anorexic, all right!? It's just that you don't have the luck to feel like a pregnant woman, rushing around throwing up every morning just because you eat a bit of breakfast like I do!" I snapped, "And besides, why can't I not perform today? It's not like they'll miss me or anything, since they don't even know I exist,"
"Which is exactly why you should start performing ASAP," Jordan said, opening a door that we stopped in front of.
Jay and Leo, both still holding onto either of my arms, dragged me inside the music room, followed by the other members of the Lightning Devils and Gabriel. I was dragged and placed in front of a microphone stand.
"Here's the other microphone. Try it out," Jay ordered. Wow. They work faster than I do. I wonder who set up the microphone before we got here?
"There's such a thing as the word 'please', you know," I muttered, "Or are you just used to having millions of women and girls falling and bowing at your feet?"
"The latter, kitty," Jay grinned, "Now, sing some random song you know,"
That's why I hate hot guys. They think they're all that and stuff, and Jay was a very good example of that. I folded my arms, a look of stubbornness etched into my face. What can I say? I'm a feminist at heart, even though I'm half-starved.
Lance looked at me, a blank look on his face, which actually suited his looks. He turned to Jay, and opened his mouth. "Jay, just say 'please' will you? We can't lose this one. We've been through this too many times," he said quietly, "And competition's getting tougher. Kaitlyn will be a great trump card,"
A moment of silence ensued as I processed the fact that the normally quiet Lance had spoken more than five words. Then I processed what he had said. What? I'm a growing, half-starved teenager. I need my nourishment, but thanks to some people (hint at Jay), I have to wait 'till four o'clock when I get back to Aunt Elle's house to actually eat something edible.
"Fine," Jay said childishly, "Please, kitty. Sing a song for us to hear your lovely voice,"
I ignored Jay, and turned to Lance with a questioning look. "What do you mean by you have been through this too many times?"
"It's pretty easy to guess," Lance replied in the same quiet tone.
Then, realization suddenly dawned upon me. It felt pretty epic, by the way, the realization dawning upon me.
"Do you mean I'm not the first female singer you've tried recruiting into the band?" I asked, a spark of interest growing in me. "What happened to my predecessors?"
An uncomfortable and pregnant silence hit the room, as some of the band members, Jordan and Tyson in particular, fidgeted nervously. Only Lance was unaffected by my question, seeing as he was the one who led me to asking it, and Gabriel, who was obviously out-dated in the band's history. The lack of noise was deafening.
Oooh. This is interesting.
"Soooo...care to tell me?" I urged, a cheshire-cat grin of my own spread across my face.
Jay cleared his throat in a business-like manner. "It's nothing important, so..."
"The last one quit because of Leo," Lance interrupted, "And the one before that quit because of Jay."
I knew it. It had to be them.
Jay and Leo shot the keyboardist a dirty look. "Well, I couldn't help it. She practically expected me to marry her," Leo said defensively, "And I'm only seventeen, for God's sake! All I promised her were good times and memories. She misinterpreted me for a serious relationship,"
"What about him?" I asked, pointing at Jay like he was an animal. But animals are better than him, I tell you, waaaaay better.
"I'm just not interested in a relationship now," Jay said airily, picking up an electric guitar and studying the surface, " 'sides, I have to look after you now, kitty," He winked at me. Jerk.
"How many have you been through, exactly?" I asked, ignoring the gnawing irritation that had festered ever since I met Jay this morning.
"Well...a couple of them," Tyson said, the tone of his voice reluctant. He must be uncomfortable with the fact that his friends are a bunch of playboy jerks.
"Eight," Lance dead-panned. All of us, excluding Leo and Jay, turned to look at said people accusingly.
"We can't help it if they can't cope with it and be professional about it," Jay said loftily, "I mean, it is partly their fault for misreading us,"
That tweaked a nerve. My dad has always said that I liked to be the best of the best, because it was a faulty genetic trait that I inherited from him. I take up challenges like a dog picks up a bone. What? I thought it was a pretty good metaphor, actually.
Anyways, I did that weird bangs over eyes thing and in a deadly tone, I said, "Are you trying to say that I'm not cut out for this thing?"
"Oh, no, it's just tha-," Leo began, but Jay cut in like the ill-mannered person he is.
"You could be," Jay suggested slyly, "I mean, after all, you didn't want to join us in the first place. You might not be even cut out for it at all,"
I fully put the blame on my daddy for whatever happened next. Sorry dad, if you're sneezing right now in Paris or Rome, wherever the hell you are with mom.
"Never fear," I said icily, "Because I don't intend on running away after whatever you've done wrong to me, because I will get back at you, and I especially do NOT intend on falling in love with any of you,"
The Devils and Gabriel stared at me in shock after my announcement. Both Leo and Jay simply smiled at me cryptically.
I distrust those smiles.
"Amaze us, if you will," Leo said gallantly, flourishing an arm towards the microphone.
"Fine," I snarled, stepping up nearer to the stand. I can sing, no problem. It's just them anyway, and it's not like I'm performing on stage in front of a crowd. Just pretend that none of them are here. It's pretty easy, in Leo's and Jay's cases. I mentally picked out one of my favourite songs that I knew like the back of my hand. It goes like this:
The storm is rushing on me
Here's the flood flash
I feel so locked and loaded
Let me out, let me out
Wake up in a wasteland
Where the trees are crashing fast
Make or break
The road explodes
Get out, get out of this town
Live faster, live stronger
Let us speed up
Or get blown over
Time's wasting
How much longer
Before I get myself free
Of these hurricane streets?
I reluctantly looked over at the Devils, wondering what they thought of my singing after I finished, or rather, my song choice. They don't look like people who would take too kindly to Hey Monday, but as the saying goes, looks can be deceiving. Leo's a prime example of that, thank you very much.
Jay and Leo were smiling; contentedness present in both their faces, the kind a person would get after eating a hugely satisfying meal. Jordan was just nodding sagely in approval, and Tyson and Gabriel both looked taken aback. Lance, as expected, remained cool.
Awesome. I wasn't expecting such reactions, Lance's excluded.
I stepped back from the mike and turned towards them, and before anything else happened, I saw a blinding white flash, rendering me unconscious, next thing I knew.
At least I didn't fall on top of the equipment, though, because those tangles of wires don't look very accommodating.
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