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Awake and Unafraid
Chapter Four
"What's wrong, bro?" Mikey asked me as we got ready for the set. I never would've thought, 4 years ago, that this would be my future.
"Ah, nothin'" I lied. Mikey raised an eyebrow.
"You're thinkin' about the meet 'n greet, eh?" He continued. No, I wasn't I was thinking of something else, but he left me a great excuse.
"Yeah." I huffed.
"Eh, don't worry about it." Frank, my fellow bandmate replied.
"Just a load of fangirls. And the occasional gay fanboy." This made me laugh. Frank always made me laugh.
"See Mikey? I got 'em laughin'!" Frank proudly stated.
"Kudos, Frank." Mikey mumbled in defeat. They went off to converse with Ray and Bob, who were screwing with the sound.
I was thinking about my past. About being a failing cartoonist, and being depressed. I felt so empty, yet my life was so full. I even thought about the girl, I promised I'd never forget 13 years ago. She's all grown up now. Kaitlyn Wagner. Why would I think about her? Well, I'm not so sure. I am a "superstar", as Frank and Ray put it, and I have alot of things to care about. My past, and a little blonde girl named Kaitlyn, were'nt some of them. But I did. I did care.
I always keep young Kaitlyn stored away in my mind for when I want to think awhile. Like on long trips. Hell, that was 13 years ago! I was barely 19! An intern at Cartoon Network! HOW I had stumbled upon that assembly I didn't know. It was fate, but I'm starting to wish I didn't.
I shouldn't be thinking about young, now 16 year-old girls! It reminds me too much of a pedophile. Like that fireman...NO! I MUST push this out of my head! I have "fans" to meet and greet! Ha, me, a fucking rockstar, thinking about a little girl. Quite extraordinary. Unorthodox too. I went over to my bandmates.
"The vampire! He lives!" Ray joked. Frank tossled his hair.
"The fro! It lives!" Frank joked back, quoting Ray, who was quoting Dr.Frankenstien. With vampires. Idiot.
"Hey now!" Ray giggled. "Don't be dissin' the fro!" He said in a mock gangster accent.
"Ohh! I'm SO scared Ramond!" Bob poked in,his eyes, all-knowingly wide behind his cool shades, as he calls them, in sarcastic fear.
"Hey y'all! Y'all can't be a gangsta like dis, because I be cool like that!" Frank played along too. "Take that Bitches!!" He yelled, posing as a 50 Cent wannabe.
"Shut up Frank." Mikey said. Ah Mikey, always a spoilsport.
"Whatcha think's gonna happen at this M&G?" I asked, breaking the fact that I IN FACT existed.
"Fangirls Ahhh!" Frank said, doing a false fangirl impression, fainting from fan-ness.
"Duh. Who else?" I continued.
"'Emo" Kids." Ray piped in. Ray and I hated the word 'Emo' we couldn't stand it. It's a fucking retarded concept.
"Hey guys!" Mikey ran up to us. "It's meet 'em and greet 'em time!" He cheered.
"SO RAISE YOUR GLASS HIGH FOR TOMORROW WE DIE! RETURN FROM THE ASHES WE FALL!" The whole band chanted, from Mama. We always did this before meet and greet, because well, Bob suggested it. We thought it was a good idea, so it stuck.
It's Meet and Greet time. Woo. Yeah. (That was SARCASM by the way!)
"Ah, nothin'" I lied. Mikey raised an eyebrow.
"You're thinkin' about the meet 'n greet, eh?" He continued. No, I wasn't I was thinking of something else, but he left me a great excuse.
"Yeah." I huffed.
"Eh, don't worry about it." Frank, my fellow bandmate replied.
"Just a load of fangirls. And the occasional gay fanboy." This made me laugh. Frank always made me laugh.
"See Mikey? I got 'em laughin'!" Frank proudly stated.
"Kudos, Frank." Mikey mumbled in defeat. They went off to converse with Ray and Bob, who were screwing with the sound.
I was thinking about my past. About being a failing cartoonist, and being depressed. I felt so empty, yet my life was so full. I even thought about the girl, I promised I'd never forget 13 years ago. She's all grown up now. Kaitlyn Wagner. Why would I think about her? Well, I'm not so sure. I am a "superstar", as Frank and Ray put it, and I have alot of things to care about. My past, and a little blonde girl named Kaitlyn, were'nt some of them. But I did. I did care.
I always keep young Kaitlyn stored away in my mind for when I want to think awhile. Like on long trips. Hell, that was 13 years ago! I was barely 19! An intern at Cartoon Network! HOW I had stumbled upon that assembly I didn't know. It was fate, but I'm starting to wish I didn't.
I shouldn't be thinking about young, now 16 year-old girls! It reminds me too much of a pedophile. Like that fireman...NO! I MUST push this out of my head! I have "fans" to meet and greet! Ha, me, a fucking rockstar, thinking about a little girl. Quite extraordinary. Unorthodox too. I went over to my bandmates.
"The vampire! He lives!" Ray joked. Frank tossled his hair.
"The fro! It lives!" Frank joked back, quoting Ray, who was quoting Dr.Frankenstien. With vampires. Idiot.
"Hey now!" Ray giggled. "Don't be dissin' the fro!" He said in a mock gangster accent.
"Ohh! I'm SO scared Ramond!" Bob poked in,his eyes, all-knowingly wide behind his cool shades, as he calls them, in sarcastic fear.
"Hey y'all! Y'all can't be a gangsta like dis, because I be cool like that!" Frank played along too. "Take that Bitches!!" He yelled, posing as a 50 Cent wannabe.
"Shut up Frank." Mikey said. Ah Mikey, always a spoilsport.
"Whatcha think's gonna happen at this M&G?" I asked, breaking the fact that I IN FACT existed.
"Fangirls Ahhh!" Frank said, doing a false fangirl impression, fainting from fan-ness.
"Duh. Who else?" I continued.
"'Emo" Kids." Ray piped in. Ray and I hated the word 'Emo' we couldn't stand it. It's a fucking retarded concept.
"Hey guys!" Mikey ran up to us. "It's meet 'em and greet 'em time!" He cheered.
"SO RAISE YOUR GLASS HIGH FOR TOMORROW WE DIE! RETURN FROM THE ASHES WE FALL!" The whole band chanted, from Mama. We always did this before meet and greet, because well, Bob suggested it. We thought it was a good idea, so it stuck.
It's Meet and Greet time. Woo. Yeah. (That was SARCASM by the way!)