I want to be on TV / the fabulous fantasy life of Hesta, chapter 14
When the night did come around, we certainly were dressed to impress. I turned up in a backless purple halter neck dress with dark jeans. I was wearing some gorgeous silver ballet pumps that I'd found on ebay, and straightened my hair again. My silver and purple eye make up twinkled in the spotlight. Harry leapt onto stage in his rather bold yellow t-shirt ensemble with jeans. It was funny when he didn't have a clue.
Last came Stokell, rather pissed off at Ben for telling him he didn't think he was a very good guitar player (which was my doing of course). He looked sexy in a black blazer with white shirt and jeans; it complimented his gorgeous blonde and black locks perfectly.
"We are The Enzymes"�
That was the audiences cue to scream. But all was silent. I could really have done with Stacey and Sarah being there to start them off. But Stacey was with the horses, and Sarah was sick. And now I felt sick.
"Well fuck you then, and you, hell I'd fuck all of you!"�
And with that Stokell kicked off 'It's only air'. Air came back into my lungs and I started to move. My hand slid down the fret board with ease, and my voice belted out from my throat in perfect time and tune. Stokell had just saved me from certain stage death. I just carried along slipping into automatic again. My head had cleared itself with relief and I knew all I had to do now, to impress the scouts squinting at me from the back was think of something amusing to say between each song. Shit, why didn't I think of this before?
We hit the last chord and the sound faded
"This next song is about self centred party poopers like myself"�
It wasn't that funny, and I felt stupid for saying it. But nobody was listening. They were still applauding us for our last song. It made me feel instantly better, and when I turned round Stokell was loving it and Harry was taking bows.
"Thank you, but please save your percussion talent for the finale, ALRIGHT!"�
I stepped on my effects pedal and rocked my way through 'Sanguine's sister'. It was going brilliantly till people started shouting. I couldn't hear what they were saying so I kept singing. People were running out the door at the back. My nose twitched. That's when Stokell grabbed me by the waist and dragged me off stage, to get behind the mass of people making for the exit.
***
The fire burnt down nearly everything, including our instruments. Ben had managed to save his CDs and all of his stuff, but since the fire had started in a room behind the stage, our possessions had been consumed. It was an awful evening after that; we got pushed outside and made to wait for a few hours in the damp cold before being told we might as well go home. We were heart broken.
Stokell stopped being nice to me and started complaining about the lack of his songs in our sets, and Harry had toned the energy levels down a notch. An invisible black fog hung over our heads for the next few weeks of rehearsals, as we quietly reminisced to ourselves how kick-ass the gig had started before it prematurely ended. And I still had to go through the trauma of telling Stokell that I was going to join another band.
"I need to talk to you"�
"What about?"�
"About bands"�
"Were not kicking you out, I know I've been moody but I didn't give that impression did I?"�
"No, it's just that I've been asked to join another one, with Sarah and Stacey"�
"So you're leaving then"�
"No, it's just a small thing, nothing serious, just girls being girls"�
"I thought you'd have done enough of that in my band"�
"Don't you mean 'our' band?"�
"Whatever, do what you want but no slacking off in my band just cause you're in another one"�
"It's not 'your' band Stokell"�
"Whose is it then"�
"Ours"�
"You joined long after I started"�
"Don't argue with me, I'm just saying we don't have one leader"�
"You've been acting pretty lead-ish lately actually, you've got Harry on your side and you've been telling me what to do. I'm sick of playing your stupid songs about shitty little girl scenarios"�
"Calm down, god your like a moody diva with PMS"�
"Shut up, bitch you have to have the last word don't you"�
"Yes!"�
I burst out of the music room and sped off to have a nice calming chat with someone I could talk sense with. Harry.
Last came Stokell, rather pissed off at Ben for telling him he didn't think he was a very good guitar player (which was my doing of course). He looked sexy in a black blazer with white shirt and jeans; it complimented his gorgeous blonde and black locks perfectly.
"We are The Enzymes"�
That was the audiences cue to scream. But all was silent. I could really have done with Stacey and Sarah being there to start them off. But Stacey was with the horses, and Sarah was sick. And now I felt sick.
"Well fuck you then, and you, hell I'd fuck all of you!"�
And with that Stokell kicked off 'It's only air'. Air came back into my lungs and I started to move. My hand slid down the fret board with ease, and my voice belted out from my throat in perfect time and tune. Stokell had just saved me from certain stage death. I just carried along slipping into automatic again. My head had cleared itself with relief and I knew all I had to do now, to impress the scouts squinting at me from the back was think of something amusing to say between each song. Shit, why didn't I think of this before?
We hit the last chord and the sound faded
"This next song is about self centred party poopers like myself"�
It wasn't that funny, and I felt stupid for saying it. But nobody was listening. They were still applauding us for our last song. It made me feel instantly better, and when I turned round Stokell was loving it and Harry was taking bows.
"Thank you, but please save your percussion talent for the finale, ALRIGHT!"�
I stepped on my effects pedal and rocked my way through 'Sanguine's sister'. It was going brilliantly till people started shouting. I couldn't hear what they were saying so I kept singing. People were running out the door at the back. My nose twitched. That's when Stokell grabbed me by the waist and dragged me off stage, to get behind the mass of people making for the exit.
***
The fire burnt down nearly everything, including our instruments. Ben had managed to save his CDs and all of his stuff, but since the fire had started in a room behind the stage, our possessions had been consumed. It was an awful evening after that; we got pushed outside and made to wait for a few hours in the damp cold before being told we might as well go home. We were heart broken.
Stokell stopped being nice to me and started complaining about the lack of his songs in our sets, and Harry had toned the energy levels down a notch. An invisible black fog hung over our heads for the next few weeks of rehearsals, as we quietly reminisced to ourselves how kick-ass the gig had started before it prematurely ended. And I still had to go through the trauma of telling Stokell that I was going to join another band.
"I need to talk to you"�
"What about?"�
"About bands"�
"Were not kicking you out, I know I've been moody but I didn't give that impression did I?"�
"No, it's just that I've been asked to join another one, with Sarah and Stacey"�
"So you're leaving then"�
"No, it's just a small thing, nothing serious, just girls being girls"�
"I thought you'd have done enough of that in my band"�
"Don't you mean 'our' band?"�
"Whatever, do what you want but no slacking off in my band just cause you're in another one"�
"It's not 'your' band Stokell"�
"Whose is it then"�
"Ours"�
"You joined long after I started"�
"Don't argue with me, I'm just saying we don't have one leader"�
"You've been acting pretty lead-ish lately actually, you've got Harry on your side and you've been telling me what to do. I'm sick of playing your stupid songs about shitty little girl scenarios"�
"Calm down, god your like a moody diva with PMS"�
"Shut up, bitch you have to have the last word don't you"�
"Yes!"�
I burst out of the music room and sped off to have a nice calming chat with someone I could talk sense with. Harry.
