We Are The Suspicious Looking Fish!, chapter 1
Okay, it starts with the band known as the Suspicious Looking Fish. An all girl band, inspired by bands like Green day, Nirvana, Blink 182 and a lot more. The names of the members are, Aisling (Hash) on guitar and vocals, Tegan (Squishy penguin) on drums, and of course me, Saragh (Xtreme basser) on, ta da! Bass.
We were just walking down the road after coming back from spar when it all happened.
"So everything's in the garage, right?" I asked Tegan. We ususally went to practice at her house because her drums were there, and how the hell could we bring them anywhere else?
Tegan's drums were called " The Blues" Give a guess why.
My bass was "St. Jimmy!"
And Hash's guitar was "Bessy."
"Yep!" she said.
My GIANT amp was there too, and Hash used my small one.
"So what are we gonna play?" Hash said.
"I want my Squishy Penguin!" Tegan shouted, completely ignoring the question.
We all laughed.
"I thought you were the Squishy penguin, Tegan?" I asked.
"Maybe..." she twitched her eye.
We were just walking into the estate now.
There was a guy walking down the street in front of us.
"It's the mutated poodle!" Tegan shouted.
"Hey! Mp!" I shouted. He ignored us, I think we pissed him off.
After a few minutes we got to the house. We walked into the garage, but something was wrong... I walked around.
For some reason it seemed bigger. Like there was more space.
I looked around.
"Hey Tegan, where's my-" I looked at her. She looked like she was gonna explode.
She waved her arms around where her drum kit was, or at least where it used to be.
"Where's my drum kit?!" She shouted.
I looked around. St. Jimmy and Bessy were gone too.
"Where's Saint Jimmy?!" I shouted. We ran inside to Tegan's house.
"DAD! WHERE'S OUR STUFF?!" Tegan shouted. No one answered. We went into the kitchen. The house was empty, no one was in it but us.
There was a letter on the table. Tegan read it.
"GONE SHOPPING?! THEY CAN'T GO SHOPPING WHEN THE BLUES HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!"
"Don't you mean Drumnapped?"
There was a message on Hash's phone.
"There's a small fundraiser going on down at the Community centre and they want us to play!" She said.
"Oh crap, what are we gonna do?" I said.
"Let's just head down there and tell them what happened, maybe we could even play with someone else's stuff while they find out what happened..." Hash said.
I thought about it, not playing with Saint Jimmy?
I've never used any other bass before.
We were just walking down the road after coming back from spar when it all happened.
"So everything's in the garage, right?" I asked Tegan. We ususally went to practice at her house because her drums were there, and how the hell could we bring them anywhere else?
Tegan's drums were called " The Blues" Give a guess why.
My bass was "St. Jimmy!"
And Hash's guitar was "Bessy."
"Yep!" she said.
My GIANT amp was there too, and Hash used my small one.
"So what are we gonna play?" Hash said.
"I want my Squishy Penguin!" Tegan shouted, completely ignoring the question.
We all laughed.
"I thought you were the Squishy penguin, Tegan?" I asked.
"Maybe..." she twitched her eye.
We were just walking into the estate now.
There was a guy walking down the street in front of us.
"It's the mutated poodle!" Tegan shouted.
"Hey! Mp!" I shouted. He ignored us, I think we pissed him off.
After a few minutes we got to the house. We walked into the garage, but something was wrong... I walked around.
For some reason it seemed bigger. Like there was more space.
I looked around.
"Hey Tegan, where's my-" I looked at her. She looked like she was gonna explode.
She waved her arms around where her drum kit was, or at least where it used to be.
"Where's my drum kit?!" She shouted.
I looked around. St. Jimmy and Bessy were gone too.
"Where's Saint Jimmy?!" I shouted. We ran inside to Tegan's house.
"DAD! WHERE'S OUR STUFF?!" Tegan shouted. No one answered. We went into the kitchen. The house was empty, no one was in it but us.
There was a letter on the table. Tegan read it.
"GONE SHOPPING?! THEY CAN'T GO SHOPPING WHEN THE BLUES HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!"
"Don't you mean Drumnapped?"
There was a message on Hash's phone.
"There's a small fundraiser going on down at the Community centre and they want us to play!" She said.
"Oh crap, what are we gonna do?" I said.
"Let's just head down there and tell them what happened, maybe we could even play with someone else's stuff while they find out what happened..." Hash said.
I thought about it, not playing with Saint Jimmy?
I've never used any other bass before.
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