Sequel: Earth to Me ›
Generation Why Bother
I Like to Move It, Move It
The rest of Plaster Caster was gathered behind us and gawking at the supernatural wonder that they had just witnessed. When their bassist reached safety, soaking wet and gasping for air while shaking his head to get rid of the water in his longish hair, it was dead silent between the six of us for a moment.
Then, their guitarist stepped closer to us and just stared at Tegan, who was biting her lip and cradling her hand like she was trying to hide it.
“You – you saved our bassist! How in the hell…?” she gushed, leaning towards us.
Tegan certainly didn’t make matters any better. As she twirled her hair around her finger, she laughed nervously and said, “Um, what? What’re you talking about?”
Their drummer, his freckled face in a state of panic, yelled, “You just pointed at him and then the amps flew back!”
Just in time for us to dodge any more questions, Andy bolted over to the scene and ushered for the band to come further backstage. “Your manager says he needs to talk to you guys,” he said, pointing a thumb behind him. I had a feeling he was just covering Tegan’s butt at first, but that feeling was confirmed to be truth when he threw a wink over his shoulder as he led them away, Plaster Caster’s singer still giving us a funny look.
The bassist was still standing at the curtain and messing with his hair, and when the rest of his band left, he took the hint and started walking back too. Still, in a rush he looked at Tegan and said, “Okay, I’m not really sure what you did but I saw you point at the amps behind me and suddenly they weren’t falling, so I don’t know if you’re a wizard, but if you are, you just saved my life and thank you so much for that, but I have to find my band now…”
He motioned like he was bowing to her; with his bass strapped to his back, he ran back to find the rest of Plaster Caster, and that was it.
I stared at Tegan with my mouth wide open on purpose to freak her out. She smiled at me at first, but then tilted her head and exclaimed, “What?”
“You can move stuff,” I whispered, taking her by the shoulders and grinning so wide she probably saw my gums.
She hopped around for a few seconds while mimicking my facial expression, gushing, “I know, isn’t it awesome?!”
The excitement was cut short by nobody other than Anthony, though. He scuttled over to us and got all up in our faces with a serious mug, ushering us to whisper. “Yeah, we all saw it and so did Plaster Caster, so we need to keep this on the down low. Do you understand?”
Tegan’s breath was short as she whispered back, “Yeah, yeah!” still with a faint smile and shaking hands. Rubbing them together for warmth, she nodded at Anthony as a physical reinforcement of her answer.
He gave us a tight-lipped smirk and jogged off, probably to calm the confusion backstage with all the bands and equipment.
Meanwhile, Tegan and I were still staring and grinning at each other, so caught up in what we thought was a dream world for the longest time. We both had our powers – that put us on the same caliber as Johnny Cool, our mutual hero, and it sure as hell was gonna give us something else to talk about.
She even let out a little squeal before burying her head in my chest and wrapping her arms tightly around my waist. And as I hugged her back, she cried, “We’re gonna be superheroes, man!”
Then, their guitarist stepped closer to us and just stared at Tegan, who was biting her lip and cradling her hand like she was trying to hide it.
“You – you saved our bassist! How in the hell…?” she gushed, leaning towards us.
Tegan certainly didn’t make matters any better. As she twirled her hair around her finger, she laughed nervously and said, “Um, what? What’re you talking about?”
Their drummer, his freckled face in a state of panic, yelled, “You just pointed at him and then the amps flew back!”
Just in time for us to dodge any more questions, Andy bolted over to the scene and ushered for the band to come further backstage. “Your manager says he needs to talk to you guys,” he said, pointing a thumb behind him. I had a feeling he was just covering Tegan’s butt at first, but that feeling was confirmed to be truth when he threw a wink over his shoulder as he led them away, Plaster Caster’s singer still giving us a funny look.
The bassist was still standing at the curtain and messing with his hair, and when the rest of his band left, he took the hint and started walking back too. Still, in a rush he looked at Tegan and said, “Okay, I’m not really sure what you did but I saw you point at the amps behind me and suddenly they weren’t falling, so I don’t know if you’re a wizard, but if you are, you just saved my life and thank you so much for that, but I have to find my band now…”
He motioned like he was bowing to her; with his bass strapped to his back, he ran back to find the rest of Plaster Caster, and that was it.
I stared at Tegan with my mouth wide open on purpose to freak her out. She smiled at me at first, but then tilted her head and exclaimed, “What?”
“You can move stuff,” I whispered, taking her by the shoulders and grinning so wide she probably saw my gums.
She hopped around for a few seconds while mimicking my facial expression, gushing, “I know, isn’t it awesome?!”
The excitement was cut short by nobody other than Anthony, though. He scuttled over to us and got all up in our faces with a serious mug, ushering us to whisper. “Yeah, we all saw it and so did Plaster Caster, so we need to keep this on the down low. Do you understand?”
Tegan’s breath was short as she whispered back, “Yeah, yeah!” still with a faint smile and shaking hands. Rubbing them together for warmth, she nodded at Anthony as a physical reinforcement of her answer.
He gave us a tight-lipped smirk and jogged off, probably to calm the confusion backstage with all the bands and equipment.
Meanwhile, Tegan and I were still staring and grinning at each other, so caught up in what we thought was a dream world for the longest time. We both had our powers – that put us on the same caliber as Johnny Cool, our mutual hero, and it sure as hell was gonna give us something else to talk about.
She even let out a little squeal before burying her head in my chest and wrapping her arms tightly around my waist. And as I hugged her back, she cried, “We’re gonna be superheroes, man!”
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So, a few updates ago I had 20 subscribers on this and now I have 25??? Hello new readers! I hope you enjoy your stay :) Sorry about the dinky chapter, but there are plenty more long-ass ones to go around. xDAs I type this, I just re-made these fellas in The Sims 3, since the last time I played it was before I had actually written the story and fully developed the characters and their appearances. Can't wait to see what kind of shit's gonna go down.