Alright this is what i have of bandanna boy's story so far:
"Tristen, where are you going?" Damnit! I thought she wasn't going to notice.
"Practice." I state simply.
"No, you've been going to practice everyday this week! It's a friday, take a break!" she pleads with me, wrapping a firm grip on my upper arm.
"Alice, please. You know we're practicing for Battle of the Bands in America. This could be 'The Believers' big break!" I attempt to appeal to her.
"No! You pay more attention to your stupid band and your stupid bass guitar than you do your own girlfrind! How fiar is that to me? And you never said it was in America!" she accuses, tears welling in her emerald eyes.
"I'll be back soon, I promise." I pacify her, pulling out of her grip and stepping out onto the London streets. I sigh gently as the cool night breeze flys through my uniquely cut, jet black hair. Street noise surrounds me as I wind throught the streets. It only takes me about four minutes to reach Troy's house. Troy is the lead singer of 'The Believers', our band.
I dont bother to knowck, just simply walk in; go down to the basement, where I can hear Chris fiddling with his drum set and Nick tuninghis guitar for the ump-teenth time.
"So you did make it!" Chris exclaims, looking up from his drums as I set my bass down.
"I told you I'd be able to make it." I say grudgingly.
"Yeah, we know that, but we didn't think Alice would let you." Nick mummbles from his postion bent over his guitar.
"She hasn't got me entirely whipped yet." I grumble.
"Good thing too, we need you in the band." Troy tells us all, stepping up to the microphone he has set up down here.
"What would you do without me?" I shoot out; taking out my bass and playing a few notes to make sure it's on tune. Of course it is.
"Get a new bassit, fast." Troys shoots back, throwing an obnoxiusly fake smile my way.
"You're cute. Don't quit your day job." I snap.
"Chill, guys." Nick interupts, casting a glance between us. "Everyone ready?"
No one says a word, Chris simply starts to drum the beat to one of our better songs.
I pick up the bass line and Nick picks up his own part. Seeing that everyone is on track, I focus on just my part, slipping into my own world.
This is my element. Music and the bass guitar. I've been playing for a little over seven years now, since I was eleven. I wasn't exactly bread into music, Mom's a doctor and Dad's a lawyer, but somehow I picked it up. When they both went on long trips, and I was little, my older sister would comfort me by singing to me; she had an angel's voice.
We grew up in High Society London, man that was a pain, and once my parents found out that my sister wanted to sing they struck her down and snet her to a boarding school over in Whales. That was the last time I saw Jessica.
They had amde Jessica leave all of her music things behind, so I took them into my room. While they were away, I would listen to music constantly; never ceasing to fall in love with the rich chords and meaningful lyrics. I tried singing to a song, once, and quickly realized that i didn't inherrit the same angel's voice that Jessica did; I never tried to sing again.
After a while, I wanted more to do with music so I set off one day to find some sort of music teacher. I came across a building whose windows were littered with several guitars; I fell in love with the instrument on sight.
Im too lazy to do a bunch of spaces for indents so y'all'll have to deal. Questions, comments, and financial concerns( good and bad) are always welcome.
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