I'm a Loaded Gun

A day had passed since I met Sammi. I kept thinking about throwing together a band to go to St. Louis, so I called Siren. She agreed that she would love to go, and she'd be willing to play lead guitar. We quickly called up our friend Allie, who agreed to be our drummer, and Siren called a friend, Tyler, who she knew played bass. We had most of the band, without a rhythm guitar. We soon found Dylan and the band was in motion. I came up with the name Prescription Poison (DO NOT STEAL). We called the band together and practiced for a few hours at Sirens place. Surprisingly the band was talented. We all had similar music tastes, so we knew just about every song suggested. I was excited. I told them about the show on Saturday in St. Louis and everyone said they were in. We set up our plans for Saturday and a practice schedule for the rest of the week. We would finalize our set list tomorrow. They all packed up and began to leave.

As I was putting my mic equipment in the back of my Saturn VUE my phone started buzzing in my pocket. Seth.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe." he said.

"Hey."

"Wanna come over?"

"Well, I'm busy the rest of the day. It's a school night too so I can't come over tonight. And I have band practice all of this week after school so that will-"

"Wait what? You have what?" he interrupted.

"A...a band." The line was silent. "Seth?"

"You have a rock band?"

"Yeah we have a show Saturday. I was going to invite you. It's in St. Louis."

"All the way in fucking St. Louis? Is it all that emo shit again?"

"Seth, I like that music. It's a rock festival. It's going to be there. That's the culture."

"If you want to go to a music festival I will get us CMT summer country tour tickets."

"Seth, I don't like country music, I don't like rap, I don't like pop. I love you, but I don't like that music." The line was silent again. I sighed and continued, "Seth, I do, I love you. I want you there to support me." The line went dead. He hung up.

I stared at my phone in shock. I was filled with anger. I wanted to throw something. I slammed the back door of the car shut. "God...God DAMMIT!" I stomped my converse on the concrete. My eyes filled with tears. I looked up at the sky, attempting to keep my tears from running my mascara or black eyeliner. Siren opened her front door and peeked out, "Reya? Rey, are you OK? What happened?"

"It's nothing. It's fine." I said as I was wiping my eyes.

"Chica, everything is obviously NOT fine. What happened?"

"Seth, he's just...it just-"

Siren pulled me into a hug. "If you need to talk I'm here, if you need a hug I have more, and if I need to beat someone's ass then I have a crowbar in my garage I haven't used in awhile."

I laughed through the tears. I wiped my eyes again and my fingers were now black from the makeup.

"Go home, clean yourself up and I expect you back here tomorrow for band practice no matter what that ass says."

I got in my car and drove home. I stopped in the driveway and glanced at the black card resting on my dashboard, the BVB logo staring at me. I picked it up and dialed the number on the back.

"Hello?"

"Sammi?"

"Yeah?"

"This is Reya, I'm in."

"Excellent."

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