The girls at my high school pretty just made my life a living hell.
I sing lead and play the guitar, my ultimate die-hard best friend, Circe, plays the keyboard and piano and sings backup.
Sebastian and I also dated for about two and a half years.
tnme22 wrote:I've been meaning to start this story for a while, this is the very beginning of it. I don't think I'm going to split it up into chapters, I think I want to do more of what Laurie Halse Anderson did in Speak, I'm not sure though.
So let me know what you think, you can be a brutal as you want. I'll add more as I do it.
EDIT: I've edited it a little and added a little more.
Thanks much!
I HATE MY MANAGER
I smacked the magazine I was reading down on the table and looked at him with an incredulous face. “You expect me to go back to Malibu?”
My manager nodded.
“You have got to be kidding me. Malibu?!” [s]I stood up in anger and frustration.[/s](I stood up angrily.)
“It’s the best place for you to be now. They have great places for you guys to perform and record, not to mention the huge fan base you could pick up.”
“Yeah, a group of fans that I hate, or do you not remember that?” I started to leave.
He put a hand on my arm. “Cassidy, I know you’re not happy about this, but think of the possibility. You’ll be close to home but you’ll be able to expand your fan base and maybe even get some more songs recorded. It’s that or staying with your friends and family for a year and getting forgotten. Take your pick.”
I hated how well he could reason with me. “I’ll talk it over with the band and get back to you, alright?”
He smiled. “That’ll be just fine.”
MALIBU VS MARKSVILLE
So I’m from a teeny town outside of Malibu called Marksville. It’s complete with a gas station and about three dozen houses. I drove into Malibu every day for school and hated every second of it.
I never fit in with any of those people. The designer handbags, stiletto heels, and attitudes off the charts never quite worked for me. I’m more of an individual. I do what I want, I say what I want, and I act however I choose. I don’t wear Marc Jacobs or Jimmy Choos and I don’t walk around with an undeserved sense of wealth.
The girls at my high school pretty much just made my life a living hell. They didn’t do the whole juvenile, talk mean to you, thing. They went with more of the ignore, ignore, ignore approach and did everything in their power to make sure everyone followed their lead.
Any normal teen would think starting an indie rock band was the coolest thing ever, but to these super bitches, it was the dumbest thing you could ever do. Apparently people at this school didn’t start bands; they went to Ivy League schools and became gazillionares.
School never quite worked for me so the whole band thing just kind of became more my wheelhouse.
So to put it simply, Cassidy plus Malibu equals a complete and utter disaster waiting to happen.
ADDIX
About three years ago my friends and I started the band Addix. I sing lead and play the guitar,(;) my ultimate die-hard best friend, Circe, plays the keyboard and piano and sings backup.(;) Her sometimes boyfriend(,) Christian(,) plays the bass,(; not ,) his best friend Danny plays the drums and Danny’s brother(,) Sebastian(,) plays guitar and also sings some backup. Sebastian and I also dated for about two and a half years.
We played at small venues and bars and stuff to get our name out there but our real break came last year when I entered a singing contest at a mall in Malibu. I lost to girl with fake boobs and dyed blond hair who (giggle) ‘didn’t even expect to win and never in her wildest dreams thought she had such a great singing voice!’ This is the same girl that sang in some dumb commercial the summer before because she is ‘so good’.
I was perfectly fine with not winning. I actually think I got a much better deal than Blond Freak. She got a $1000 gift card to the mall and I got ‘discovered’ by my manager Kenn Philips. He thought Addix could be ‘The Next Big Thing’ and so he signed us to his record label and sha-zam! Just like that we had ourselves a tour.
For the rest of the school year and that summer we played at venues and basically just covered stuff because we didn’t have much written. Kenn assured us that it was fine that we take our time with writing because that would just make our CD that much better.
Kenn likes to be in control of everything. I think it comes with the whole ‘manager of a band’ thing. He didn’t actually say Sebastian and I were banned from dating each other but he pretty much implied it. “Relationships are doomed to fail and I can’t have that being brought down on the band.” Thank you Einstein. Like I couldn’t have figured that out myself. Oh well. At least it can inspire some good songs.
Kenn thinks it will a ‘good experience’.
I smacked the magazine I was reading down on the table and looked at him with an incredulous face. “You expect me to go back to Malibu?”
My manager nodded.
“You have got to be kidding me. Malibu?!” I stood up in anger and frustration.
I started to leave.
Any normal teen would think starting an indie rock band was the coolest thing ever, but to these super bitches, it was the dumbest thing you could ever do.
Her sometimes boyfriend, Christian, plays the bass; his best friend Danny plays the drums and Danny’s brother, Sebastian, plays guitar and also sings some backup.
She got a $1000 gift card to the mall and I got ‘discovered’ by my manager Kenn Philips.