I woke up to sunlight and the smell of pancakes. I was laying on Jagger’s stomach. I heard him groan.
“Good morning sunshines!” Beck yelled. Apparently we were the last two to wake up. I smelt bacon.
“BACON!” I yelled as I jumped up and ran over to Niki. She handed me the plate. Jagger reached to get a slice, I slapped his hand away.
“No bacon for you! All mine! Bacon all mine!” I yelled sitting down. I shoveled it into my mouth. I polished off the plate in less than five minutes. Everyone stared.
“That’s our Justine!” Blade said grabbing the seat next to me.
“So, auditions are today…” Beck stated.
“Yup!” We said in unison.
“Do you know what you guys are going to wear?” He asked.
“Not at all!” I answered.
“Follow me to my closet filled with concert clothes!” Beck yelled as we followed him to the spare room. Beck works as a rock and roll costume and set designer for theatrical bands. It’s really cool. We walked inside.
“How did I not realize this was here?” Niki asked shocked at the filled room. Blade grabbed a studded leather vest and shredded black skinny jeans off the rack. I found a cropped leather jacket and studded black skinny jeans that would go great with my motorcycle boots. Niki found leather skinny jeans, a black flared tank top and a really cool cross necklace.
“Wait this is where my converse went?” She shouted in surprise as she pulled out the shoes that have been missing for the past year. We all laughed.
“Now Jagger…” Beck trailed off as he ventured deep into the room. He came back holding leather gloves with finger holes, black skinny jeans with some leather on them, suspenders, and studded motorcycle boots. We each grabbed black bandanas to wrap around our hair.
“Here’s some extra paint, Niki is running low.” Beck said handing us the body paint. We started throwing the clothes on. I zipped up the jacket and pulled on the pants. Time to paint myself. I put on the foundation and grabbed my eyeliner tub and brush. I drew small lines coming from my eyes and a stripe next to my nose. Niki walked out of her room with bandanas around her wrist and she painted her face with two lines underneath each eye. We pulled on our shoes and waited for the guys. Blade walked out in the vest, his body was covered in paint, he had black covering his eyes and two lines running vertical down his face. Ten minutes passed and we were still waiting for Jagger. So far it took him an hour to do his make up. We still needed to pack up the drums and drive to the venue to audition.
“So what is this competition called?” Beck asked jingling his car keys. Finally Jagger walked out. He had on only suspenders, no shirt. His paint was hand drags all over his body and it looked fucking hot.
“Finally!” I yelled and dragged him out the door. We all hopped into the truck and drove to the school. We ran inside and put our instruments into the cases.
“Blade you done yet?” Niki asked getting impatient. He gave her a death stare. Every drum and symbol has to be pulled apart and placed into it’s own case. I walked over and helped him. We carried out the instruments and headed off to the venue. The auditions were about to start, it was almost 6pm. We signed in and they pointed us to a cart to place the instruments on. We looked different than everybody else trying out, but we looked the best. I guarantee we were the only rock band trying out. We were number 26, they were on 20. A member from stage crew helped us wheel our instruments to our make shift stage. The judges walked to each one, so that way each band could set up. A guy dressed almost like us walked out of the bathroom.
“Woah! You guys look sick!” He yelled running up to us.
“Thanks, are you trying out also?” I responded.
“Nope, not at all. I’m supposed to be a judge, but I’m to overly enthusiastic with people. My band mates fired me from the job!” He said really excitedly, “Who’s playing the drums?” He asked helping us move everything onto the stage. Blade raised his hand before he started picking up the cases.
“What do you play?” Niki asked him.
“Drums!” He answered, “Sorry, I never introduced myself! I’m Christian Coma, but everyone calls me CC.” He said.
“I’m Justine…” I answered. CC was helping Blade set up.
“I’m Jagger!”
“Niki over here!”
“And I’m Blade…” CC looked up.
“You guys have the coolest names ever! I hear the guys coming, so let’s finish setting up!” Once we were done the rest of CC’s band came over.
“No fucking way! One of the guy’s names is Blade Dennis Westtower!” One of the people said before I looked up.
“That would be me!” My brother answered.
“They look sick! They are the only people in war paint!” Another guy said.
“What are you guys known as?” A third guy asks.
“Fear The Silence…” Jagger answered.
“First of all that is one fucking awesome name. Second I am stealing half of the clothes you are wearing. And third what song are you going to sing?” The guy that freaked out over my brother’s name asked.
“An interesting version of Bohemian Rhapsody that my friend’s nephew came up with…” I answered. The guy that said something about our war paint looked up.
“Play away” He said. We started playing our hearts out. Jagger got the screaming spot on, and it looked like the CC guy enjoyed it. When we were done they were cheering and clapping loudly.
“I know that version from somewhere…” CC stated quietly.
“Yeah. I came up with it when I was younger for my uncle, Perry Smith. Is that the friend you mentioned?” The war paint guy asked.
“Yeh, he’s the friend.” I answered.
“That was fucking amazing!” He said really excited, “I’m Ashley Purdy, and I see you met CC…”
“I’m Andy!” The guy that freaked out about my brother’s name said.
“I’m Jinxx”
“I’m Jake” The other two guys introduced themselves. We introduced our selves right back.
“What was so cool about my name?” Blade asked Andy.
“Blade is a sick name, and on interviews I was asked if I was a porn star what would my name be and I would answer Dennis Westtower!” Andy replied. I started to laugh at the second part.
“Guys you have to finish the auditions!” A man yelled.
“Can we have a break? We’ve been doing this for like 4 hours straight.” Jake whined.
“I guess so, you get an hour!” The man yelled. Soon it was announced over a loud speaker and the band sat down on stage with us.
“So Justine… you play the bass?” Ashley said scooting over to me. I was sitting next to Jagger.
“Yes, I play any guitar/ string instrument. You name it, I play it.” I answered.
“Seriously?” He asked, stunned. I nodded my head.
“So are these like your real names?” Jinxx asked.
“Yeh! I’m named after Nikki Sixx!” Niki shouted. Andy looked over at her.
“I am a huge fan of him!” He shouted back.
“I’m named after Mick Jagger…” Jagger stated.
“Jeff Beck…” Beck answered from the side.
“Oh! That’s my brother!” Niki yelled.
“I know! We designed my bass guitar together!” Ashley yelled.
“Good to see you again!” Beck and Ashley were in some sort of a man hug. I was holding my guitar, the one Niki played, and playing the riff that was stuck in my head. Nothing came, at all.
“Wait can you play that a little louder!” Andy shouted. I played it louder so he could hear it.
“That’s it!” Andy got up and ran somewhere.
“What was that about?” I asked really confused. His band mates shrugged.
“He does that sometimes…” Jake said. Andy came running back and plopped himself in front of me.
“Play the riff slower…” He ordered flipping to a page.
He started singing “The best things in life; Come with a price; The star that burned so bright faded the fastest; You'll always feel it's right; Even when we end the fight
Welcome home, home tonight; Singing ohhh, ohhh; Welcome home tonight; Ohhh ohh, tonight; Words they don't know how to make amends; And all they do is push you to the edge; But it's not wasted; It's all done for you; (Oh ohhh); It's all done for you; (Oh ohhh); It's all done for you; (Oh ohhh); It's all done for you; Oh ohh; Oh ohh” It sounded amazing!
“You just helped me with my writers block…” He smiled.
“Mine too…” I smiled back. Our bands started clapping, I guess it was better than I thought.
“That sounded amazing!” Beck shouted.
“Agreed!” Jagger and Niki said.
“Well you guys made it to the competition…” Jake said slowly.
“Can you track that with us?” Andy asked.
“Of course!” I replied. Their tour manager yelled at them to finish the auditions, so the got up and said goodbye.
“Wait! Here’s my number! I’ll call you tomorrow about the tracking…” Andy said as he grabbed my phone and exchanged our numbers. CC hung back to help us pack up our things.
“Thanks CC.” My brother said after the last drum was in it’s case.
“No problem! Hope to see you and your sister tomorrow!” He said right back. Another man hug, what is this? We wheeled everything back to Beck’s truck.
“Look at the fags! I bet they didn’t make the competition!” A guy yelled as I slammed the trunk doors shut. I turned around and glared at them and mouthed run. They freaked out and ran as fast as they could. I got into the truck and shut the door behind me.
“What was that about?” Jagger asked.
“Idiots…” I said before zoning out. I couldn’t get the song out of my head, it was playing over and over again. I imagined the studio used to track the song, how Andy was planning on singing it. We pulled into the driveway.
“Is it normal for her to zone out this long?” Beck asked. I snapped back to reality.
“Justine… it’s midnight, we all showered and you are still in the car. Come on…” Blade said reaching into the truck and pulling me out. I walked with him inside.
“Bathroom’s open!” Jagger called as he walked out in a towel wrapped around his waist. Niki handed me a towel and washcloth and I turned on the shower. After stripping down I jumped in. I think that I was singing the song Andy wrote, I’m not sure. When I walked out of the bathroom I was in an oversized shirt and underwear Jagger was holding a plate of Kraft singles and Bacon.
“I love you!” I said running up to his shirtless wet body, yes he was wearing pants.
“I know you do…” He said in a cocky voice. I grabbed the plate from his hand and I walked down to the den. Spiderman was on! I ran to the couch and sat down. Beck was sitting on the floor and Niki and Blade were asleep on the other couch. Jagger sat down next to me.
“You are an awesome friend, you know that right?” I asked looking up at him.
“You are like my little sister, I will always be awesome…” He said taking a piece of bacon. I coldly stared at his mouth munching on my bacon, but I gave up because I wanted to watch the movie. Once I was done eating I feel asleep, Jagger was holding one of my hands. More like playing with my fingers.

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