Desperation Devastation
B, D and R-G.
Lance and I didn't really talk to each other on the way to Bob and Mikey's. I guess its just because I'm not used to having him around, not that I don't like him around, its just so different.
Mikey answered the door.
"Sup."
"Hey Mikey, Bob there?" I asked.
"Yeah."
I grinned, "Sweet."
Lance was being all shy and moody, sometimes it irritates me when he does that.
Once again I could hear music from upstairs. Memories from that day flooded into my mind, pricking my eyes with tears and weakening my knees.
I heard Bob playing drums. someone was strumming a rhythm guitar and someone else was playing a bass. I felt a huge sinking feeling wash over me, we hadn't been practicing in a couple of weeks.
I sighed. Not only did I realise that we might be getting rusty, I realised that with Naomi being gone, there was a gap in the band.
I know that no-one's ever gonna be able to play bass the same as Naomi, but it was her dream to be famous, she wanted to be world-renowned for her music. I'm never gonna let her down.
Mikey opened the door and the music stopped.
Bob, Alex, and I think her name was Jess, were looking at us.
"Hi!" Alex said. Her eyebrows shot up.
"Hi Lance!" squealed Alex.
"How y'all doin'?" I asked, putting on a southern accent.
"Good," Jess replied.
"Likewise," Alex said.
Bob just looked at his shoes.
Bob had a big room, but with Lance, Mikey, Alex, Jess, Bob and I crammed in there, along with several instruments, it started to feel a bit crowded.
"Um, this is Lance, he just came back from England this morning."
There was a mixture of greeting, ranging from a yell "Hi!" to a nod in recognition.
Lance nodded back, being all moody again.
They resumed their playing, Bob on drums, Mikey juggling his bass with Jess, Alex playing a couple of chord on her amethyst, purple rhythm guitar.
Bob stopped playing.
"Erm, I'm just gonna go outside, I'm feeling a bit claustrophobic." He announced, standing up.
"You've got a point," Jess said, following him out the door.
"OK," Lance said, taking Jess's seat.
Alex and Mikey were playing again, it sounded awesome.
"What's that?" I asked, after they'd finished.
"Just something we've been working on together." Mikey said, setting down his mocha-coloured bass.
"It sounds great," I said.
Alex blushed and gathered some sheets of paper off the floor.
"Naomi would've had some real competition," Lance said.
Alex smirked and carried on picking up notes.
Mikey answered the door.
"Sup."
"Hey Mikey, Bob there?" I asked.
"Yeah."
I grinned, "Sweet."
Lance was being all shy and moody, sometimes it irritates me when he does that.
Once again I could hear music from upstairs. Memories from that day flooded into my mind, pricking my eyes with tears and weakening my knees.
I heard Bob playing drums. someone was strumming a rhythm guitar and someone else was playing a bass. I felt a huge sinking feeling wash over me, we hadn't been practicing in a couple of weeks.
I sighed. Not only did I realise that we might be getting rusty, I realised that with Naomi being gone, there was a gap in the band.
I know that no-one's ever gonna be able to play bass the same as Naomi, but it was her dream to be famous, she wanted to be world-renowned for her music. I'm never gonna let her down.
Mikey opened the door and the music stopped.
Bob, Alex, and I think her name was Jess, were looking at us.
"Hi!" Alex said. Her eyebrows shot up.
"Hi Lance!" squealed Alex.
"How y'all doin'?" I asked, putting on a southern accent.
"Good," Jess replied.
"Likewise," Alex said.
Bob just looked at his shoes.
Bob had a big room, but with Lance, Mikey, Alex, Jess, Bob and I crammed in there, along with several instruments, it started to feel a bit crowded.
"Um, this is Lance, he just came back from England this morning."
There was a mixture of greeting, ranging from a yell "Hi!" to a nod in recognition.
Lance nodded back, being all moody again.
They resumed their playing, Bob on drums, Mikey juggling his bass with Jess, Alex playing a couple of chord on her amethyst, purple rhythm guitar.
Bob stopped playing.
"Erm, I'm just gonna go outside, I'm feeling a bit claustrophobic." He announced, standing up.
"You've got a point," Jess said, following him out the door.
"OK," Lance said, taking Jess's seat.
Alex and Mikey were playing again, it sounded awesome.
"What's that?" I asked, after they'd finished.
"Just something we've been working on together." Mikey said, setting down his mocha-coloured bass.
"It sounds great," I said.
Alex blushed and gathered some sheets of paper off the floor.
"Naomi would've had some real competition," Lance said.
Alex smirked and carried on picking up notes.