6 February 2013
Treadwell Academy Novels• FanFic
Jay Cooper I was about to step out on to the stage, the crowd; filled with young girls chanting our names. To be honest I was used to it, and it bored me... This wasn't the band or people I wanted to work with. The drummer, Tim laughed, "Showtime," I smirked. He was tall, and dark haired. Girls said he looked like Taylor what's-his-name, you know the one in twilight. I glanced at Isaac, he was the bad-ass one out of us, the one that turned up to gigs with awful hangovers. He was the one girls fawned over, my brother. He looked a wreck. His brown eyes with bags underneath them,wearing trademark leather jacket and ripped jeans. I sighed, it was always like this. His short toffee coloured hair looked a state. I looked like him, but cleaner and with longer hair, I wore a lose blue tee and black jeans. Decent I hoped. I walked onto the stage, smiling. Isaac and Tim strode on followed by, by Sam our lead singer and all around jerk, he thought he was to important to talk to us. Samuel was a posh boy whose Dad had practically found us on the street. Me, Isaac and Tim had been busking to get money, and he had asked us to work for him. Sam wanted to be in a boy band, His dad found the band members; that was two years ago. My name was being called and flashes of cameras shone out. I started playing, looking out in to the audience I saw a girl in the front row, her attention was some place else and she looked bored, the tall girl next to her was obviously enjoying her self. I recognised her, as the blonde 25year old fashion designer that Isaac liked, who was still babied by her incredibly rich parents. The clothes she designed where purple and fake. The girl next to her, was younger. Her sister? She seemed around 16 years old, she was not really paying attention to the music or us, I couldn't see her properly from the angle I was at. I found this odd that someone could sit though a concert without paying any attention to the music. But it didn't bother me and the girl soon slipped my mind as I started playing the guitar solo in our opening number, a popular love song I had written, the tune was bland and boring, the song different from the version I had originally wrote. Sam had messed around with it and made it just another piece of manufactured shit, a shame really. The way Sam sung the lyrics was the way he sung most other things, not brilliant. I kind of wished I could sing this song the way I wanted. Meaningful and from the heart.
Ella Tyler I was completely in my own little bubble, the lyrics I was writing in my head blocking out the band that was playing, they where one of the bands Amethyst liked I thought they where cheap like most other boy bands of the time. I wished I was at school with a cup of galaxy hot chocolate, my notebook and my guitar. Writing up this song I had been working on. But my parents had insisted I come home for holidays and spent quality time with the family, for example this concert with Amethyst my spoiled brat of a sister, who's taste in fashion and music was appalling, for a fashion designer. She was wearing a fluffy purple coat, a tiny purple dress and gold stilettos, very practical. I on the other hand wore black skinnys, a maroon wool sweater and my dark red Dr.Martins. I had a black stud in each ear and a silver ring through the top of my left one. I wore no other jewellery. My wavy black hair was plaited down my back. I started dressing this way when mum and dad had sent me to boarding school, even though I had hated the idea so I had spent all my savings on two guitars, a keyboard and an amp then got my ears pierced and bought loads of new clothes. Dad had been so cross, his fault really since he sent me to America. It was awful being the only British kid.
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