How Could You Cry for Me?
Part Two- The Five of Us Are Dying
"Fuck Green Day, I wanna write a new record!" I said to Mikey.
"Fine," he said back.
I wasn't so sure about making a new record. We had gotten into a few songs on it, but we haven't finished them at all.
"DUDE!" I stared out of the window. There sat Starbucks. I live by Starbucks.
"Man, he found a coffee shop. Don't tell Mikey," Ray whispered to Frank.
"I can fucking hear you," I shoved Ray in the head, sending his head in fromotion.
"WE'RE NOT GETTING COFFEE!" Mikey yelled.
"Dude!" I screamed.
Mikey's head popped out of the window of the driver's seat.
"I already had some," he smirked.
"Fuck you, FUCK you," I whispered under my breath.
Ray and I stumbled into the back of the bus, toward the studio. Ray picked up his guitar and put the earphones on his head with the drum beats that Bob had previously recorded.
He tapped his foot to the beat while strumming the verses.
"Carry on..." Ray sang his part with the guitar.
I sang, but then stopped.
"Wait. We need to change this into a guitar solo, dude. We need one in this. Too many electronics."
I grabbed my piece of paper with my lyrics and drew a line between a paragraph.
"That's mine, right?" Ray hovered over me.
"Yes sir!" I wrote 'Ray guitar' on the line.
"Kay..." Ray sat back down and practiced his part, "Whoa... check this out."
Ray played Frank's part and kept changing from his to Frank's parts.
I laughed and walked out of the studio, closing the door.
"Did I hear... my part?" Frank said, walking up to me. I nodded, laying down on my bunk.
"Hey guys, guess what I found? Frerard." Bob said, looking up from his Sidekick.
"Where?" Frank said.
"Some place called... Mibba? Yeah," he replied.
"Man, why are you getting on those websites? Pervert," I asked as Frank and I cracked up.
"I dunno...Hey, hey. You guys are making out!" Bob said, smirking.
"Mmmwah!"
Frank kissed me on the cheek and we fell down laughing.
Damn, I thought of my girlfriend/fience. I missed her.
I grabbed my iPod and blasted some Justin Timberlake. As a result, I fell asleep.
**
"Guys! We're at the airport," Mikey called out, waking me.
We found our plane and walked up to the door, guarded by police.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck," Ray said, "Dude, were getting on a fucking plane! Um..."
"What?" I asked. SHIT! Ray's really superstitious.
"THE FIVE OF US ARE DYING. I'm not getting on that plane."
"Ray, dude! It's just a song. We won't die," Frank assured him.
"I'm not fucking getting on!" Ray insisted.
We tried to get him on, doing everything we could.
I finally coaxed him to the door.
He closed his eyes and we got on without a fight.
"Fine," he said back.
I wasn't so sure about making a new record. We had gotten into a few songs on it, but we haven't finished them at all.
"DUDE!" I stared out of the window. There sat Starbucks. I live by Starbucks.
"Man, he found a coffee shop. Don't tell Mikey," Ray whispered to Frank.
"I can fucking hear you," I shoved Ray in the head, sending his head in fromotion.
"WE'RE NOT GETTING COFFEE!" Mikey yelled.
"Dude!" I screamed.
Mikey's head popped out of the window of the driver's seat.
"I already had some," he smirked.
"Fuck you, FUCK you," I whispered under my breath.
Ray and I stumbled into the back of the bus, toward the studio. Ray picked up his guitar and put the earphones on his head with the drum beats that Bob had previously recorded.
He tapped his foot to the beat while strumming the verses.
"Carry on..." Ray sang his part with the guitar.
I sang, but then stopped.
"Wait. We need to change this into a guitar solo, dude. We need one in this. Too many electronics."
I grabbed my piece of paper with my lyrics and drew a line between a paragraph.
"That's mine, right?" Ray hovered over me.
"Yes sir!" I wrote 'Ray guitar' on the line.
"Kay..." Ray sat back down and practiced his part, "Whoa... check this out."
Ray played Frank's part and kept changing from his to Frank's parts.
I laughed and walked out of the studio, closing the door.
"Did I hear... my part?" Frank said, walking up to me. I nodded, laying down on my bunk.
"Hey guys, guess what I found? Frerard." Bob said, looking up from his Sidekick.
"Where?" Frank said.
"Some place called... Mibba? Yeah," he replied.
"Man, why are you getting on those websites? Pervert," I asked as Frank and I cracked up.
"I dunno...Hey, hey. You guys are making out!" Bob said, smirking.
"Mmmwah!"
Frank kissed me on the cheek and we fell down laughing.
Damn, I thought of my girlfriend/fience. I missed her.
I grabbed my iPod and blasted some Justin Timberlake. As a result, I fell asleep.
**
"Guys! We're at the airport," Mikey called out, waking me.
We found our plane and walked up to the door, guarded by police.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck," Ray said, "Dude, were getting on a fucking plane! Um..."
"What?" I asked. SHIT! Ray's really superstitious.
"THE FIVE OF US ARE DYING. I'm not getting on that plane."
"Ray, dude! It's just a song. We won't die," Frank assured him.
"I'm not fucking getting on!" Ray insisted.
We tried to get him on, doing everything we could.
I finally coaxed him to the door.
He closed his eyes and we got on without a fight.