Rated for content more than language/violence etc
It's just a short little thing i whacked together at the beginning of may and never looked at it again until i was looking through all the stories i've written. Pretty much it's a senior ball [prom night] beginning with the p.o.v of the band supplying the music for the night. It switches to the girls and guys in attendance at the night and their experience. I got this mainly by thinking of my year 11 ball [prom].
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An abnormally tall, lanky man with sun-bleached hair in a tweed jacket and black trousers entered first; he couldn’t be older than twenty, despite his towering height. Close behind him strutted a short girl in a hot-pink lace-trimmed dress, holding the hand of a My Chemical Romance die-hard fan in grey skinnies and black converse. Behind me Henry snorted and to my left Christian rolled his eyes. Upon closer inspection I realised how out of place, to put it lightly, the boy looked in his casual clothing. At least the other two had bothered to dress for the occasion.
“Is that all?” Christian snorted, crossing to the other side of the tiny room in three strides to lift his fluoro orange PRS bass guitar from its leather case.
“Who can play drums?” He snapped, holding two guitar sticks out to the three strangers.
“Please do not tell me not one of you can play drums?” Christian’s husky voice rose with panic; my eyes flickered to the square clock on the wall above the door. I groaned loudly despite my usual quietly composed mood. Henry lifted the dog-eared resumes off his gym bag, his green eyes settling on the My Chemical Romance boy, who, beneath Henry’s stern glare, scratched his neck and avoided eye contact.
“Johnny?” Christian whirled to face the timid boy when Henry spoke, who was now stepping behind the hot-pink-dress girl. She grunted and stole the drumsticks from Christian’s open palm, shoving them into the boys hand with a gentle kiss to his trembling lips.
“You can do it, I know you can, and I’ll be right there the whole time.” As if her touch gave him strength, she placed her flattened palm over his heart and held it there; they were staring into each others eyes and he was grinning like an idiot. Something about the way they were looking at each other was so private not one of the four of us could watch them. Hot-pink-dress girl stepped back after a long minute of staring at the boy, biting her lip as she shot him a seductive wink. Desire rolled off him in waves so towering that even Henry blushed. Abnormally-tall moved to my side in two long strides, taking my violin from my hand. He ran his fierce blue eyes over it for the briefest of moments and then he was holding it out to me again. Henry snorted again but scooped up his red Epiphone electric guitar and pulled the strap tight across his chest. Underneath the harsh glare of hot-pink-dress girl I changed into a sexy, backless midnight blue dress that gathered beneath my bust and hugged my hips, sliding on fishnets, swapping my converse for shimmering black heels and sliding in a handful of silver hairpins to secure my wild waves in a messy bun at the back of my head. Christian wolf whistled his approval, hot-pink-dress girl’s frown deepening on her forehead. Abnormally-tall joined Johnny and Henry for quick stretches in one corner, while I stood behind hot-pink-dress girl, waiting, hovering, wishing for the door to open.
“I’m Britney.” She bubbled, all signs of jealousy and irritation gone from her pretty pale face. I marvelled at how straight and pearly her teeth were, noticing the soft dimples when she smiled and the way her nose wriggled whenever she glanced at Johnny. They were still grinning at each other when the door opened and a heavy-set bodyguard waved us through. In a straight line we weaved, following Britney who followed the bodyguard, toward the stage. Sound ripped through our ears like gunshots, the silence of the cramped change room forgotten as the noise of our waiting crowd grew to fever pitch.
Wow. This was quite a mouthful. *imagine me sitting in front of my PC at work, reading out loud and earning curious looks* You put a little too much description in this first sentence to be comfortable with. You could get rid of the hair part (that seemed the hardest part to swallow). Or if you want to keep it all, you might try dividing it into more sentences.