I want to be on TV / the fabulous fantasy life of Hesta, chapter 4
"I hear you write your own songs"
"Who told you that?"
I asked, although I already knew perfectly well.
"Stacey"
"Oh, well, it's just a hobby, some chord patterns and lyrics I threw together"
"She said they're good. In fact she said they're very good"
"Well she's nice"
"He he he you've said that a lot recently, Stokell"
Giggled Harry rather annoyingly, as I threw him a threatening look.
"Play us some then"
"Errr... okay"
I played them 'Sanguine's sister' and 'It's only air', I didn't dare play 'song for someone' even though it was my most mature song by far - I didn't want Stokell knowing that he'd had the privileged of inspiring me to write a break-up song.
Harry grinned the whole time I was performing, but Stokell seemed serious and his eyes were fixed on the fret broad, probably checking how I'd measure up to Sam. When I'd finally finished he stood up and declared,
"I suppose we'll be seeing you tomorrow lunch time"
"And bring your own guitar" chortled Harry.
I floated back to my form room, taking care to go past Stacey's and tell her the good news,
"What did I tell ya? Ye of little faith"
It was only when I got outside my own form room that I realised my first obstacle as the new band member - my best friend Sarah.
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I plonked myself down on my stool in the science lab; Sarah sarcastically smiled right at me.
"Where've you been?"
"I have news for you"
"What?"
"Since when?"
"Since he auditioned me this lunch time"
"I don't believe you"
"... ?"
"You're ditching me to hang out with Mr. Duo tone hair"
"Don't worry you can come along"
"What if I don't want to?"
"But you do, right?"
"I don't need your charity"
"... ?"
"You go play your petty punk anthems with sir tune-less, I'll just be sat in a practise room, sadly plucking my bass... "
"Sarah, we could kind of do with a bassist"
"Did Stokell say that?"
"No, but he'll be converted to my way of thinking soon enough"
"When are you meeting them next?"
"Tomorrow at lunch"
"Well then, you just tell me when the best time is to 'accidentally' walk in playing my bass, and I'll hand around with Jen for a bit till then"
"Sorted"
I was only saying this to calm her down for a bit, she was my closest friend but I didn't need anyone standing in my way of Stokell. I had work to do.
"Who told you that?"
I asked, although I already knew perfectly well.
"Stacey"
"Oh, well, it's just a hobby, some chord patterns and lyrics I threw together"
"She said they're good. In fact she said they're very good"
"Well she's nice"
"He he he you've said that a lot recently, Stokell"
Giggled Harry rather annoyingly, as I threw him a threatening look.
"Play us some then"
"Errr... okay"
I played them 'Sanguine's sister' and 'It's only air', I didn't dare play 'song for someone' even though it was my most mature song by far - I didn't want Stokell knowing that he'd had the privileged of inspiring me to write a break-up song.
Harry grinned the whole time I was performing, but Stokell seemed serious and his eyes were fixed on the fret broad, probably checking how I'd measure up to Sam. When I'd finally finished he stood up and declared,
"I suppose we'll be seeing you tomorrow lunch time"
"And bring your own guitar" chortled Harry.
I floated back to my form room, taking care to go past Stacey's and tell her the good news,
"What did I tell ya? Ye of little faith"
It was only when I got outside my own form room that I realised my first obstacle as the new band member - my best friend Sarah.
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I plonked myself down on my stool in the science lab; Sarah sarcastically smiled right at me.
"Where've you been?"
"I have news for you"
"What?"
"Since when?"
"Since he auditioned me this lunch time"
"I don't believe you"
"... ?"
"You're ditching me to hang out with Mr. Duo tone hair"
"Don't worry you can come along"
"What if I don't want to?"
"But you do, right?"
"I don't need your charity"
"... ?"
"You go play your petty punk anthems with sir tune-less, I'll just be sat in a practise room, sadly plucking my bass... "
"Sarah, we could kind of do with a bassist"
"Did Stokell say that?"
"No, but he'll be converted to my way of thinking soon enough"
"When are you meeting them next?"
"Tomorrow at lunch"
"Well then, you just tell me when the best time is to 'accidentally' walk in playing my bass, and I'll hand around with Jen for a bit till then"
"Sorted"
I was only saying this to calm her down for a bit, she was my closest friend but I didn't need anyone standing in my way of Stokell. I had work to do.
