Shadow Children
Friends, Competitions, and BVB?
So here I sit in the lonely shadows, on the edge of a dimly lit street corner. Every single night I come out here to clear my head, just to think. I live on an empty street; ivy is growing up the sides of the abandoned houses. My name is Justine Grey; I am branded as an outsider. I do not dress the same as other people in my small town, nor do I act the same. People stare and chuckle as I walk by them on the streets, they push me around. When I was little I started to get into rock bands, my dad loved bands like Kiss, Queen, Grateful Dead and Bruce Springsteen. He would always play it around the house, and I would sing along to every song on the speakers. I guess you could say in elementary school my life was run by fear. I always wanted to fit in with the other kids, even when my heart told me that I should be going a different path. I was and still am a loner in my school; I never really had any true friends. In middle school I knew for sure that I was never supposed to be like everyone else. I wore my favorite band T-shirts with black jeans, I even cut my hair and publically listened to the music I liked. I was tortured, it was worse than being in hell. I never knew how to take out my anger, so I did it on myself. I never really understood what I was doing, and that was harming the one person that maters most in the world to me. Myself. And then in 8th grade I had this English teacher. He was always so nice. He knew something was wrong and sat me down one day after school. He took out a really nice pen and placed it in front of me.
“I can’t teach you how to feel good about yourself. Only you can do that. You can take this pen and I can teach you how to live, but you have to figure the rest out.” I remember his words, holding the pen in my hand right now. I remember looking down at the pen and slowly reaching for it, from that day on I learned how to express myself on paper. And that’s not only when I had a love for music but it became my muse. My teacher would always read the songs I wrote, understanding the music that went to it. He used to ask me if I knew how to play the instruments I used in my songs, I would explain to him that my dad owns a guitar and a drum set and the others I taught myself online. Nobody understands me in this town. I have a job at the local music store, my putrid boss attacks me. One day I will get up and leave this hellhole, but for now they can’t win. I refuse. I walk back into my house, half expecting my parents to interrogate me about school. They leave me alone, so I walk up-stairs to write music. Picking up a guitar a riff starts going on loop in my head, this happens every night. I play it, write it down, and come up with the rest and every night I work on words to go with them. I end up staying up until 2am and school starts at around 7. But this time nothing comes, writer’s block. Worst thing that could happen unless you count Justin Bieber.
“Hello shit face!” My brother, Blade said throwing a pillow at my face. We both started laughing.
“Hello bastard…” I respond.
“What were you playing before I threw a pillow at you?” He asked trying to keep it serious.
“Just a guitar riff stuck in my head, no words to follow it though…” I answered disappointed. My brother has always been there for me, he is the best older brother ever. Blade plays the drums, he says he’s jealous of my musical talent and I happen to disagree. Yes I can play any guitar I pick up, but in my mind I suck at everything else. We sat there for a while in the silence. It’s a family trait, zoning out.
“Let me hear that riff!” He said after a long stare. I played it for him, he seemed to like it.
“Blade! Justine! Go to bed it’s 3am!” My mom called from downstairs. We laughed again and then the lights were shut off. I heard Blade’s feet pitter-pattering down the hall and I laid on my bed in silence.
At 6 my alarm clock rang, I was already awake. I pulled on my skinny jeans and threw on a Black Sabbath shirt. I ran into the bathroom standing next to my brother.
“Are you almost done with the flat iron?” I ask over the music he is blasting.
“Almost, start your make up. I’ll be done probably when you are…” He said trailing off. I grabbed the foundation and spread it on my face. Next came the eyeliner, and then mascara. I always put on lipstick after everything. My brother handed me the flat iron as he shuffled around for his eyeliner.
“It’s in my bag, idiot!” I said tossing it to him. My brother looks like a cross between Billie Joe Armstrong, Ashton Kutcher, Matt Bomer, and Adam Levine. I have no clue how it works together, it just does. Today is Friday, so I have work right after school. Yippy! Can you feel the sarcasm? We walk out of the bathroom and grab our things for the day. I can’t wait to see Niki, she is my best friend. I hop on the back of Blade’s motorcycle and we drive to school. Just as I climb off the motorcycle guess who’s on top of me. Niki!
“Did you hear about the competition?” She squealed. First off that is the highest her voice has ever gone, and second of all why is she so peppy?
“Yes I did hear about it, but what are the details?” I asked her, Blade was getting interested.
“Auditions are tomorrow, and winner plays on tour with some band… I think they are called Black Veil Brides?” She squealed again. We really don’t get new music in this town, so it’s no surprise we have no idea who they are.
“We should try out!” Blade squealed higher than Niki. I shot them both death stares.
“Fine, but I am only guitar… no singing!” I reluctantly agreed. They cheered.
“Wait we have a bassist, a guitarist, a drummer and where’s Jagger at?” Niki yelled pointing out who was standing right in front of her.
“Right here!” He said pulling off his helmet. And now we were the complete band of misfits. He and Blade did some kind of weird handshake thing.
“So what song shall we sing?” He said looking around, obviously knowing that I would agree ahead of time.
“What about an AC/DC song?” I asked, everyone nodded in agreement. Niki grabbed my hand and off we went to class. I bet you realize this now, Niki and Jagger are named after rock stars. You know… Nikki Sixx and Mick Jagger? First I have Math with Niki, and second we have Science. Third is lab every other day with nothing opposite and on the free day we practice songs in the auditorium. Today was a free day, so we caught up with Blade and Jagger.
“How was your morning?” Jagger asked looking miserable.
“It was good, why the fuck do you look like you got run over by a mini van?” Niki yelled at him.
“We had a trig test that he totally forgot about, and then he was sent to the principle’s office. He now has quite a few detentions…” Blade laughed. Jagger started laughing with him.
“It’s just fucking school! I can’t wait until I get out of this hell hole with you guys!” He responded. We all were laughing. Our plan was to pick up and run away to L.A. and become a professional band, we have no plan B in our pockets but it’s fine we know what we want. Our band name is Fear The Silence, Blade came up with it. We sat down in a circle and started thinking about the songs to choose from.
“T.N.T?” Niki offered.
“Too easy… what about Back In Black?” Blade asked. Jagger shook his head no. I looked up.
“You Shook Me All Night Long?” Jagger said playing with his long curly hair.
“Still to basic, we need something to blow them away. AC/DC isn’t working for us right now… What about Bohemian Rhapsody?” I said with a grin.
“I would agree, but you’re the only one who knows how to play it and sing it! And we only have tonight to learn it!” Jagger yelled.
“Not true, I had to learn it for band a few years ago!” Niki said jumping up.
“We also have 8th and 9th off today, auditions aren’t until tomorrow night!” Blade yelled also jumping up. I slowly stood up picking up my guitar. I helped Jagger up.
“You are singing with me.” He whispered once he was up.
“Nope!” I said, “But I will teach you the song, and I learned a cool version. It incorporates screaming into it…” He smiled, that was his favorite part of songs. After 40 minutes Blade had the drums down, but Jagger still needed to work on the vocals.
“8th and 9th guys! Don’t forget!” Niki screamed running out of the room. Blade, Jagger, and I walked to General Music. It was one of the best classes of the day for me. We got to write our own music using any instruments we wanted and my favorite teacher from 8th grade runs the class. I showed him the riffs I had been working on and he was really impressed.
“So Justine, my nephew is in the music industry… He is the one holding the auditions tomorrow. Him and his band. Are you trying out?” He asked me. I nodded my head.
“We are playing Bohemian Rhapsody, the version you taught me!” I told him, he smiled really big.
“My nephew will like that, he came up with it.” He told me. I got really nervous, but I played it cool and put on a poker face. I walked over to Blade and Jagger and sat down.
“Why do you look like you just shit your pants?” Jagger asked trying to refrain from laughter.
“Mr. Smith’s nephew is judging the auditions, and the version of Bohemian Rhapsody that we wee going to audition with… the one he taught me… his nephew came up with…” I said slowly, trying to take it in. They looked like they just shit themselves also.
“Well we better be prepared…” Was all Blade managed to say when the bell rang. Off to social studies for 5th period, none of my friends are in that class.
“Hey look it’s emo Elmo!” One of the kids screamed as I walked through the door. The teacher is always late and there are no cameras in the room, so I always get targeted.
“Why are you still here you little fuck?” Another kid screamed as he threw my books down, pages flying everywhere. Every one started laughing as I scrambled to get my notes. Another kid kicked me.
“Get UP!” He yelled as he grabbed me and threw me into a desk. I got shoved a few more times before the kids heard our teacher and they ran to their seats. I finished picking up my notes and sat down. Once the bell rang I was the first person out of the living hell known as a classroom. Niki ran up to me in full speed.
“Again?” She asked as she pulled me into a hug. I nodded. Next we had English. Blade and Jagger were already seated.
“It happened again…” Niki told them as we sat down. Today was free write day, that is why I love Fridays. I pulled out my music book and tried to work on the song I started last night, it just wasn’t coming to me. Blade took out his sketchpad and was drawing a Spiderman poster he promised me. That kid is fucking talented! Jagger was listening to music, air drumming along. And Niki was writing poetry like she always does. Once in a while she lets me read some and we turn it into a song. When the bell rang Jagger and I walked to lunch.
“What’s for lunch today?” He asked.
“Really? You’re asking me that, what has it always been?” I asked him in response to the stupid question. He laughed.
“Bacon and Kraft singles, since you were 5!” We started laughing. Kids were shooting us death stares. He bought his pizza and we walked to the auditorium. Nobody goes in there, so it’s our “cave” so to speak. We ate and I helped him with the vocals to the song. He was so close to having it down.
“Please sing back up for me? You know the song inside and out!” He begged getting down on his knees. I laughed.
“I am so bad! Why do you want me to sing?” I asked getting serious.
“Have you ever listened to a recording of yourself?” He asked me standing up.
“Well no, but-“ He cut me off.
“Sing the song as I record it, and then we can listen.” He said pulling out his laptop. I agreed and sang it. When I was done he played it back. It wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. “See? You are great!” He started to beg again.
“Fine!” I said giving up. The bell rang and we walked to chorus together. I hated this stupid classical music class, but it helped me learn different styles of music. Finally it was time to practice. We all met up in the auditorium. After running through the song after what seemed like a million times school ended.
“Ugh work!” I moaned.
“We’ll walk with you…” Blade offered.
“Thanks, but I need to change into my uniform…” I answered sarcastically.
“I’ll go with her!” Niki yelled from the stage. We walked out and Jagger wished me luck. Niki pulled me into the bathroom so I could change. The uniform is basically what hooters waitresses wear. I walk out of the stall in short tight shorts, a one size too small-cropped top and my Spiderman converse. The only thing I get a choice of in my out fit are my shoes, I’m obsessed with my sneakers. The guys bought them for my birthday. Niki and I ran to the store.
“You’re late…” My boss slurs, the smell of beer coming from across the room.
“By five minutes!” I yelled. Niki hid behind the vinyl record stacks. He walked up to me.
“Still late.” He slurred again.
“Get your drunk ass away from me!” I yelled.
“That’s not how this works doll-face…” He replied shoving me up against the wall.
“Get off of me!” I struggled to try to push him off.
“This time! Next time it will be for real…” He said tossing me away from the wall. Niki helped me up. She stayed with me until work was over.
“Do you want to sleep over tonight? I can ask Blade and Jagger…” She said as we walked out of the shop.
“That sounds good!” I smiled. We chased each other back to my house, Blade and Jagger were laying on the couch.
“Sleepover at my house?” Niki shouted over the music as we walked inside. They jumped up.
“YES!” Jagger yelled. Blade nodded taking a bite of the pickle he was holding. I ran upstairs and packed pjs, and my toiletries.
“Justine! Can you put this into your bag?” Blade asked handing me his pjs and toiletries. I took it and placed it into the bag. He tossed me another pair of pants for Jagger.
“Where the fuck is my eyeliner?” He yelled scrambling around the bathroom.
“In my makeup case you idiot!” I yelled back.
“Where’s that?” He asked.
“Packed!” Niki yelled as she put the flat iron into the bag and zipped it up. Jagger grabbed the bag and ran downstairs.
“Lets go!” He yelled half way out the door. We all followed. Niki lives right down the street from me so it didn’t take long to get to her house.
“Justine!” Her brother, Beck, yelled as he tackled me to the ground.
“I have a gift for you!” He pulled me up and ran into the kitchen, I followed. There was a small wrapped square gift on the counter. I ripped it open, it was Kraft singles!
“YAY!” I squealed.
“What did you get her?” Blade asked walking into the room. We all started cracking up.
“You really do know how to treat a “lady”!” Jagger said still laughing at the fact that I started shoving cheese into my mouth.
“Who’s up for some rock band?” Niki yelled turning on the TV. We all ran inside.
“I shot going against Justine, Blade and Beck!” Jagger yelled.
“Niki choose a song!” I said picking up the bass guitar. She scrolled to Eye Of The Tiger. So far I was in the lead, Jagger was having a blast singing.
“How did you win?” I yelled when we were done, throwing pillows at my brother. Eventually he was knocked backwards on the chair.
“Justine you’re singing next!” Jagger handed me the mic. I was scared.
“Come on! It will build your confidence for tomorrow!” He argued. I gave in. Niki took the guitar from her brother, Jagger took the bass, and Blade picked up his chair. Beck was chanting, “Fear The Silence!” as he scrolled to Carry On My Wayward Son. He knew this was my favorite song. I won!
“That was amazing! You can sing like that?” Blade yelled as he picked me up and swung me around.
“I’m not good! Stop it!” I argued. He threw a cheese slice at my face and I caught it in my mouth, “Do not waste my cheese!” We started blasting Van Halen and playing along.
“Wait! Guys! Who is the band that the winner goes on tour with?” Beck asked. We all shrugged. Niki pulled out her computer and started searching names she thought it was.
“Black Veil Brides?” Jagger read. We played a song or two.
“These guys are fucking awesome!” Blade yelled. At midnight we threw on our pjs and went back to blasting music. I think I fell asleep somewhere around 3am.
“I can’t teach you how to feel good about yourself. Only you can do that. You can take this pen and I can teach you how to live, but you have to figure the rest out.” I remember his words, holding the pen in my hand right now. I remember looking down at the pen and slowly reaching for it, from that day on I learned how to express myself on paper. And that’s not only when I had a love for music but it became my muse. My teacher would always read the songs I wrote, understanding the music that went to it. He used to ask me if I knew how to play the instruments I used in my songs, I would explain to him that my dad owns a guitar and a drum set and the others I taught myself online. Nobody understands me in this town. I have a job at the local music store, my putrid boss attacks me. One day I will get up and leave this hellhole, but for now they can’t win. I refuse. I walk back into my house, half expecting my parents to interrogate me about school. They leave me alone, so I walk up-stairs to write music. Picking up a guitar a riff starts going on loop in my head, this happens every night. I play it, write it down, and come up with the rest and every night I work on words to go with them. I end up staying up until 2am and school starts at around 7. But this time nothing comes, writer’s block. Worst thing that could happen unless you count Justin Bieber.
“Hello shit face!” My brother, Blade said throwing a pillow at my face. We both started laughing.
“Hello bastard…” I respond.
“What were you playing before I threw a pillow at you?” He asked trying to keep it serious.
“Just a guitar riff stuck in my head, no words to follow it though…” I answered disappointed. My brother has always been there for me, he is the best older brother ever. Blade plays the drums, he says he’s jealous of my musical talent and I happen to disagree. Yes I can play any guitar I pick up, but in my mind I suck at everything else. We sat there for a while in the silence. It’s a family trait, zoning out.
“Let me hear that riff!” He said after a long stare. I played it for him, he seemed to like it.
“Blade! Justine! Go to bed it’s 3am!” My mom called from downstairs. We laughed again and then the lights were shut off. I heard Blade’s feet pitter-pattering down the hall and I laid on my bed in silence.
At 6 my alarm clock rang, I was already awake. I pulled on my skinny jeans and threw on a Black Sabbath shirt. I ran into the bathroom standing next to my brother.
“Are you almost done with the flat iron?” I ask over the music he is blasting.
“Almost, start your make up. I’ll be done probably when you are…” He said trailing off. I grabbed the foundation and spread it on my face. Next came the eyeliner, and then mascara. I always put on lipstick after everything. My brother handed me the flat iron as he shuffled around for his eyeliner.
“It’s in my bag, idiot!” I said tossing it to him. My brother looks like a cross between Billie Joe Armstrong, Ashton Kutcher, Matt Bomer, and Adam Levine. I have no clue how it works together, it just does. Today is Friday, so I have work right after school. Yippy! Can you feel the sarcasm? We walk out of the bathroom and grab our things for the day. I can’t wait to see Niki, she is my best friend. I hop on the back of Blade’s motorcycle and we drive to school. Just as I climb off the motorcycle guess who’s on top of me. Niki!
“Did you hear about the competition?” She squealed. First off that is the highest her voice has ever gone, and second of all why is she so peppy?
“Yes I did hear about it, but what are the details?” I asked her, Blade was getting interested.
“Auditions are tomorrow, and winner plays on tour with some band… I think they are called Black Veil Brides?” She squealed again. We really don’t get new music in this town, so it’s no surprise we have no idea who they are.
“We should try out!” Blade squealed higher than Niki. I shot them both death stares.
“Fine, but I am only guitar… no singing!” I reluctantly agreed. They cheered.
“Wait we have a bassist, a guitarist, a drummer and where’s Jagger at?” Niki yelled pointing out who was standing right in front of her.
“Right here!” He said pulling off his helmet. And now we were the complete band of misfits. He and Blade did some kind of weird handshake thing.
“So what song shall we sing?” He said looking around, obviously knowing that I would agree ahead of time.
“What about an AC/DC song?” I asked, everyone nodded in agreement. Niki grabbed my hand and off we went to class. I bet you realize this now, Niki and Jagger are named after rock stars. You know… Nikki Sixx and Mick Jagger? First I have Math with Niki, and second we have Science. Third is lab every other day with nothing opposite and on the free day we practice songs in the auditorium. Today was a free day, so we caught up with Blade and Jagger.
“How was your morning?” Jagger asked looking miserable.
“It was good, why the fuck do you look like you got run over by a mini van?” Niki yelled at him.
“We had a trig test that he totally forgot about, and then he was sent to the principle’s office. He now has quite a few detentions…” Blade laughed. Jagger started laughing with him.
“It’s just fucking school! I can’t wait until I get out of this hell hole with you guys!” He responded. We all were laughing. Our plan was to pick up and run away to L.A. and become a professional band, we have no plan B in our pockets but it’s fine we know what we want. Our band name is Fear The Silence, Blade came up with it. We sat down in a circle and started thinking about the songs to choose from.
“T.N.T?” Niki offered.
“Too easy… what about Back In Black?” Blade asked. Jagger shook his head no. I looked up.
“You Shook Me All Night Long?” Jagger said playing with his long curly hair.
“Still to basic, we need something to blow them away. AC/DC isn’t working for us right now… What about Bohemian Rhapsody?” I said with a grin.
“I would agree, but you’re the only one who knows how to play it and sing it! And we only have tonight to learn it!” Jagger yelled.
“Not true, I had to learn it for band a few years ago!” Niki said jumping up.
“We also have 8th and 9th off today, auditions aren’t until tomorrow night!” Blade yelled also jumping up. I slowly stood up picking up my guitar. I helped Jagger up.
“You are singing with me.” He whispered once he was up.
“Nope!” I said, “But I will teach you the song, and I learned a cool version. It incorporates screaming into it…” He smiled, that was his favorite part of songs. After 40 minutes Blade had the drums down, but Jagger still needed to work on the vocals.
“8th and 9th guys! Don’t forget!” Niki screamed running out of the room. Blade, Jagger, and I walked to General Music. It was one of the best classes of the day for me. We got to write our own music using any instruments we wanted and my favorite teacher from 8th grade runs the class. I showed him the riffs I had been working on and he was really impressed.
“So Justine, my nephew is in the music industry… He is the one holding the auditions tomorrow. Him and his band. Are you trying out?” He asked me. I nodded my head.
“We are playing Bohemian Rhapsody, the version you taught me!” I told him, he smiled really big.
“My nephew will like that, he came up with it.” He told me. I got really nervous, but I played it cool and put on a poker face. I walked over to Blade and Jagger and sat down.
“Why do you look like you just shit your pants?” Jagger asked trying to refrain from laughter.
“Mr. Smith’s nephew is judging the auditions, and the version of Bohemian Rhapsody that we wee going to audition with… the one he taught me… his nephew came up with…” I said slowly, trying to take it in. They looked like they just shit themselves also.
“Well we better be prepared…” Was all Blade managed to say when the bell rang. Off to social studies for 5th period, none of my friends are in that class.
“Hey look it’s emo Elmo!” One of the kids screamed as I walked through the door. The teacher is always late and there are no cameras in the room, so I always get targeted.
“Why are you still here you little fuck?” Another kid screamed as he threw my books down, pages flying everywhere. Every one started laughing as I scrambled to get my notes. Another kid kicked me.
“Get UP!” He yelled as he grabbed me and threw me into a desk. I got shoved a few more times before the kids heard our teacher and they ran to their seats. I finished picking up my notes and sat down. Once the bell rang I was the first person out of the living hell known as a classroom. Niki ran up to me in full speed.
“Again?” She asked as she pulled me into a hug. I nodded. Next we had English. Blade and Jagger were already seated.
“It happened again…” Niki told them as we sat down. Today was free write day, that is why I love Fridays. I pulled out my music book and tried to work on the song I started last night, it just wasn’t coming to me. Blade took out his sketchpad and was drawing a Spiderman poster he promised me. That kid is fucking talented! Jagger was listening to music, air drumming along. And Niki was writing poetry like she always does. Once in a while she lets me read some and we turn it into a song. When the bell rang Jagger and I walked to lunch.
“What’s for lunch today?” He asked.
“Really? You’re asking me that, what has it always been?” I asked him in response to the stupid question. He laughed.
“Bacon and Kraft singles, since you were 5!” We started laughing. Kids were shooting us death stares. He bought his pizza and we walked to the auditorium. Nobody goes in there, so it’s our “cave” so to speak. We ate and I helped him with the vocals to the song. He was so close to having it down.
“Please sing back up for me? You know the song inside and out!” He begged getting down on his knees. I laughed.
“I am so bad! Why do you want me to sing?” I asked getting serious.
“Have you ever listened to a recording of yourself?” He asked me standing up.
“Well no, but-“ He cut me off.
“Sing the song as I record it, and then we can listen.” He said pulling out his laptop. I agreed and sang it. When I was done he played it back. It wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. “See? You are great!” He started to beg again.
“Fine!” I said giving up. The bell rang and we walked to chorus together. I hated this stupid classical music class, but it helped me learn different styles of music. Finally it was time to practice. We all met up in the auditorium. After running through the song after what seemed like a million times school ended.
“Ugh work!” I moaned.
“We’ll walk with you…” Blade offered.
“Thanks, but I need to change into my uniform…” I answered sarcastically.
“I’ll go with her!” Niki yelled from the stage. We walked out and Jagger wished me luck. Niki pulled me into the bathroom so I could change. The uniform is basically what hooters waitresses wear. I walk out of the stall in short tight shorts, a one size too small-cropped top and my Spiderman converse. The only thing I get a choice of in my out fit are my shoes, I’m obsessed with my sneakers. The guys bought them for my birthday. Niki and I ran to the store.
“You’re late…” My boss slurs, the smell of beer coming from across the room.
“By five minutes!” I yelled. Niki hid behind the vinyl record stacks. He walked up to me.
“Still late.” He slurred again.
“Get your drunk ass away from me!” I yelled.
“That’s not how this works doll-face…” He replied shoving me up against the wall.
“Get off of me!” I struggled to try to push him off.
“This time! Next time it will be for real…” He said tossing me away from the wall. Niki helped me up. She stayed with me until work was over.
“Do you want to sleep over tonight? I can ask Blade and Jagger…” She said as we walked out of the shop.
“That sounds good!” I smiled. We chased each other back to my house, Blade and Jagger were laying on the couch.
“Sleepover at my house?” Niki shouted over the music as we walked inside. They jumped up.
“YES!” Jagger yelled. Blade nodded taking a bite of the pickle he was holding. I ran upstairs and packed pjs, and my toiletries.
“Justine! Can you put this into your bag?” Blade asked handing me his pjs and toiletries. I took it and placed it into the bag. He tossed me another pair of pants for Jagger.
“Where the fuck is my eyeliner?” He yelled scrambling around the bathroom.
“In my makeup case you idiot!” I yelled back.
“Where’s that?” He asked.
“Packed!” Niki yelled as she put the flat iron into the bag and zipped it up. Jagger grabbed the bag and ran downstairs.
“Lets go!” He yelled half way out the door. We all followed. Niki lives right down the street from me so it didn’t take long to get to her house.
“Justine!” Her brother, Beck, yelled as he tackled me to the ground.
“I have a gift for you!” He pulled me up and ran into the kitchen, I followed. There was a small wrapped square gift on the counter. I ripped it open, it was Kraft singles!
“YAY!” I squealed.
“What did you get her?” Blade asked walking into the room. We all started cracking up.
“You really do know how to treat a “lady”!” Jagger said still laughing at the fact that I started shoving cheese into my mouth.
“Who’s up for some rock band?” Niki yelled turning on the TV. We all ran inside.
“I shot going against Justine, Blade and Beck!” Jagger yelled.
“Niki choose a song!” I said picking up the bass guitar. She scrolled to Eye Of The Tiger. So far I was in the lead, Jagger was having a blast singing.
“How did you win?” I yelled when we were done, throwing pillows at my brother. Eventually he was knocked backwards on the chair.
“Justine you’re singing next!” Jagger handed me the mic. I was scared.
“Come on! It will build your confidence for tomorrow!” He argued. I gave in. Niki took the guitar from her brother, Jagger took the bass, and Blade picked up his chair. Beck was chanting, “Fear The Silence!” as he scrolled to Carry On My Wayward Son. He knew this was my favorite song. I won!
“That was amazing! You can sing like that?” Blade yelled as he picked me up and swung me around.
“I’m not good! Stop it!” I argued. He threw a cheese slice at my face and I caught it in my mouth, “Do not waste my cheese!” We started blasting Van Halen and playing along.
“Wait! Guys! Who is the band that the winner goes on tour with?” Beck asked. We all shrugged. Niki pulled out her computer and started searching names she thought it was.
“Black Veil Brides?” Jagger read. We played a song or two.
“These guys are fucking awesome!” Blade yelled. At midnight we threw on our pjs and went back to blasting music. I think I fell asleep somewhere around 3am.
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