Band Wars

Heath

JD burst in through the doors, a big grin splitting his face. He bobbed his head back and forth, electric. Each of his arms was wrapped around a girl- where he had even found them, I had no idea.
"Hey Heath, want to have some fun before we play?" JD's voice was a gabbled mixture of unbridled excitement and childish impatience. I shrugged.
"I'd rather play JD. When you're done, perhaps you would consider singing? You know, like we're here for." I was disappointed byut not surprised. At out last competition, Mike had had to do all the vocals; JD was too busy back in our hotel room to even turn up. I hadn't been angry about loosing, just at the fact that he had been so selfish. It wasn't happening again, not at such an important competition.
I grabbed my bass and slipped it into its case. Mike, now changed, took hold of his guitar and we exited, both grumbling about JD's erratic behaviour. I knew there was some free time before official rehearsals, and it was always when jamming with Mike that I laid down my best basslines, so a little extra practice would be a good idea. Alex shouted something about "coming in five", but I missed what he was saying as I slammed the door.
"Angry?" Mike asked. I nodded.
"Good," he replied, grinning at me, "I'm up for a bit of grunge today."

Hey, does anybody remember this thing? Or is it completely dead?

I think we might be the only ones, Dragongirl...

Sheesh. You kinda figure DarknecrosisX would post again... it's his SB, his character is mine's only bandmate, and I posted last of the two of us.

Don't worry, I'll bully him on facebook

Lloyd

Snore... Snore... Riiiiiiiiiiing!

"What the fu..." I grunted, my ears ringing continuously from the sudden burst of Kev's shrieking bass.

"Mornin' sleepin' beauty" the hillbilly voice of the bassist greeted me as I sat up.

"You prick" I growled, punching him hard in the gut, shoving him from the bed. I tore off the cream duvet and shook my head violently, attempting to rid my brain of the agonising headache I now had. I pulled myself to my feet and studied the room. Something was missing. "Where's Trix?" I queried.

"Stuffing her face down at the buffet, you should know her appetite by now" Kev laughed, rubbing his stomach from the blow.

"Head down there mate; I'll join you in a sec"

"Thanks Lloyd, after breakfast we'll start practice?"

"Get out, you tool"

Kev chuckled heartily as he slammed the door behind him; freaking bulldozer sometimes. I was already anticipating the course of action for the day: sabotage, breakfast, then rehearsals. If I took the liberty of switching a bass string, or loosen the sheet on a drum, I could give us the edge against another band or two. It was only logical to do such a risky thing while everyone else was satisfying their stomachs. After a pacy shower I slipped on my tattered jeans and lime green shirt and took a quick stroll down the corridors.

"Oh, number 217, bad luck" I grinned.

Spoiler

Yeah, sorry guys, distracted by revision and keeping other storybooks alive that hypocrits forget about 'cough' CROW 'cough'. But I'm on top of it now, so no worries.

Spoiler

These hypocrites have already explained that they don't know what to do. Maybe if certain storybookers explained what was happening in a tad more detail,I'd know what needed to happen. Cough...DNX...Cough

Heath

Mike struck up with something which sounded vaguely like a cement mixer. I joined in, amps on full blast, but my heart wasn't really in it. JD was getting worse- we had been together as a band for four years, but now I was really considering cutting him loose. He wanted the LA lifestyle without having to work for it- I didn't want to burst his bubble, but what other option was there.
Mike sensed my half-heartedness and stopped playing. I tried to carry on as if I was interested, but as soon as his axle-grinder guitar disappeared I discovered how awful my latest riff was.
"Somethin' up, Heath?" Mike queried. I nodded, saying one word: Playboy. Mike nodded in agreement. An awkward silence settled over us.
"C'mon," I broke the silence first, "Lets try something else."
Mike struck up again, and I followed as best I could.

Spoiler

Of course Sam, I understand: you'd be lost without me. XD

Kev

I took a trip to see Tr!x still stuffing her face with various foods at the buffet, others looking at her in both digust and astonishment. I however knew for a fact that Tr!x didn't really care; she was a rocker, of course she wouldn't. I sat down opposite her, and huffed in humour. She looked up. "Enjoying breakfast?" I laugh, my strong texan, accent catching her ear.

Tr!x

Oh man was this breakfast ever good. I hadn't had waffles this delicious outside of Grandma's house. The scrambled eggs could use some work, but they were alright, and I was hungry.
"Yes I am, in fact." I answered Kev around a large bite of pancake. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I said, "So, Kev, you gonna eat today or what?" I leaned back toward the table and took another big bite. "You know what, never mind. Stay sitting down if you want, I don't care." I gestured with my fork. "What's on the menu for today - ack, schedule I mean. What are we doing today?"

Alex tip-toed into the room. He had been wandering all over the hotel, discovering each and every nook and cranny of the place for hours. He found Heath and Mike whispering about something. When Alex poked his head through the crack in between the door and the wall, Heath stood up and said, "let's go see if the stage is open and we can work on our songs." Alex grinned and rushed into the room to grab his precious keyboard.

The group walked to the elevator in silence. At the elevator, JD stood, his body propped on the wall. He looked like he would fall over any second. He had huge bags under his eyes and his one shoulder not rested on the wall swayed back and forth in a nauseating motion. Heath pushed the button and didn't even look at his fourth band member. He led the group into the traveling box and didn't say a word to JD. JD mumble something and sort of leaned towards the elevator but Heath pressed the 'close doors' button before anyone could make out the words uttered by the outcast.

Alex had no idea what was going on between the two except what had been going on for months, He hugged his keyboard closer and away from the band standing next to them in the elevator. Right next to him was a chick from 'Rockets from Sydney'. She smiled up at him but didn't say anything. That smile carried Alex through the rehearsal 'Condor' held right outside. He didn't care about what was being turned around in his world. There were still nice people somewhere.