This Love Drives Me Into Madness, chapter 16
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-February 11, 2006-
Briana's P.O.V.
It had been quite awhile, and now, we were working on a CD. Wonderful it was. The band had been doing concerts everyday for the past month, and "the people"--as Larry would call them--loved us.
Fame was coming our way. Finally. Soon we'd be touring with My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Avenged Sevenfold, and all the other awesome punk bands under the sun.
"Cross my fucking heart! I hope you die! I'll stick a needle right through your eye! You slit your wrists! I'll slit your throat! And I am screaming goodnight! I hope you know that it's goodbye! Now it's time for you to..."
"DIEEE!" Ian screamed.
"And...that's a wrap!" Larry stated.
Recording a record isn't the easiest thing you could do. It's a lot of fucking work. After awhile, your throat just starts too burn and it's like your spit evaporated in your mouth. It's as if your vocal chords have a hangover.
"I could've sworn my arms were gonna fall off," Erin sighed as all three of us walked down the darkened streets of Oakland.
"Be lucky you can sit down while you play," Ian pointed out.
"And also be thankful you don't have to carry a bazillion guitar cases home," I said. Ugh...Why couldn't we have just taken the car?
"Why do you think I chose to play the drums?" Erin chuckled. "Are you sure you guys don't want any help?"
"Yeah, we're good," Ian and I said in unison.
"Mmmkay--does Lyzz still play the boner?" she inquired.
"What...the...fuck?" Ian muttered.
"I have no idea. Why don't you ask her?" I questioned.
"I never have time! She won't shut up about Billie Joe!" Erin exclaimed, "'Lyzz, can I ask you a question?', 'No! Let's talk about Billie Joe!'"
"SOMEONE! Please! Tell me what the hell you mean by playing a BONER!?" Ian snapped.
"Trombone," Erin stated, beginning to walk backwards.
"It's the only instrument where it's appropriate to call it a boner," I explained.
"Oh...okay. Why?" Ian quirked an eyebrow at us.
"Don't ask m--AHH!" Erin fell back onto the ground.
I dropped my stuff and helped her up--while holding in laughter, "Pfft...you okay?"
"Yeah..." she murmured. "And I got a question..."
"What?" I asked.
"Why do I keep on falling on my ass?"
"Have you noticed that Lyzz has been here longer than two weeks?" I enquired to Erin as she flipped through the TV channels.
"Yeah. But it's all good," she said. "She can stay as long as she wants."
"Mhm," I sighed of fatigue, "I'm going to bed."
"Bri," Erin whined, "It's only three in the morning."
"Only?" I said, "Deary, I had a long day. I need sleep. I'm not the one here who can stay up all night after being busy all fucking day."
"Ugh...fine. Leave me down here alone so I can rot my brains watching TV and die," she ranted.
"Oh geeze," I sighed again, but not from tiredness, "Why don't you go online?"
"That's a great idea!" Erin jumped up from her spot on the couch. "But...the internet's down."
"Then go to bed."
"I'm not tired," she stated, "I had MDX. Be...nocturnal."
"You know what? I don't care. I'm going to bed. Go bother Lyzz for all I care," I said before going upstairs.
I walked into my room and closed the door slowly behind me. I changed into my pajamas fairly quickly, and jumped into my very very very very very very very very comfortable bed.
I heard loud pounding coming up the stairs.
It's Erin, I thought to myself as I snuggled into my pillow.
The door to the room down the hall opened. She was going into Lyzz's room.
I heard little giggles before a scream filtered through the house, "ERIN!"
Briana's P.O.V.
It had been quite awhile, and now, we were working on a CD. Wonderful it was. The band had been doing concerts everyday for the past month, and "the people"--as Larry would call them--loved us.
Fame was coming our way. Finally. Soon we'd be touring with My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Avenged Sevenfold, and all the other awesome punk bands under the sun.
"Cross my fucking heart! I hope you die! I'll stick a needle right through your eye! You slit your wrists! I'll slit your throat! And I am screaming goodnight! I hope you know that it's goodbye! Now it's time for you to..."
"DIEEE!" Ian screamed.
"And...that's a wrap!" Larry stated.
Recording a record isn't the easiest thing you could do. It's a lot of fucking work. After awhile, your throat just starts too burn and it's like your spit evaporated in your mouth. It's as if your vocal chords have a hangover.
"I could've sworn my arms were gonna fall off," Erin sighed as all three of us walked down the darkened streets of Oakland.
"Be lucky you can sit down while you play," Ian pointed out.
"And also be thankful you don't have to carry a bazillion guitar cases home," I said. Ugh...Why couldn't we have just taken the car?
"Why do you think I chose to play the drums?" Erin chuckled. "Are you sure you guys don't want any help?"
"Yeah, we're good," Ian and I said in unison.
"Mmmkay--does Lyzz still play the boner?" she inquired.
"What...the...fuck?" Ian muttered.
"I have no idea. Why don't you ask her?" I questioned.
"I never have time! She won't shut up about Billie Joe!" Erin exclaimed, "'Lyzz, can I ask you a question?', 'No! Let's talk about Billie Joe!'"
"SOMEONE! Please! Tell me what the hell you mean by playing a BONER!?" Ian snapped.
"Trombone," Erin stated, beginning to walk backwards.
"It's the only instrument where it's appropriate to call it a boner," I explained.
"Oh...okay. Why?" Ian quirked an eyebrow at us.
"Don't ask m--AHH!" Erin fell back onto the ground.
I dropped my stuff and helped her up--while holding in laughter, "Pfft...you okay?"
"Yeah..." she murmured. "And I got a question..."
"What?" I asked.
"Why do I keep on falling on my ass?"
"Have you noticed that Lyzz has been here longer than two weeks?" I enquired to Erin as she flipped through the TV channels.
"Yeah. But it's all good," she said. "She can stay as long as she wants."
"Mhm," I sighed of fatigue, "I'm going to bed."
"Bri," Erin whined, "It's only three in the morning."
"Only?" I said, "Deary, I had a long day. I need sleep. I'm not the one here who can stay up all night after being busy all fucking day."
"Ugh...fine. Leave me down here alone so I can rot my brains watching TV and die," she ranted.
"Oh geeze," I sighed again, but not from tiredness, "Why don't you go online?"
"That's a great idea!" Erin jumped up from her spot on the couch. "But...the internet's down."
"Then go to bed."
"I'm not tired," she stated, "I had MDX. Be...nocturnal."
"You know what? I don't care. I'm going to bed. Go bother Lyzz for all I care," I said before going upstairs.
I walked into my room and closed the door slowly behind me. I changed into my pajamas fairly quickly, and jumped into my very very very very very very very very comfortable bed.
I heard loud pounding coming up the stairs.
It's Erin, I thought to myself as I snuggled into my pillow.
The door to the room down the hall opened. She was going into Lyzz's room.
I heard little giggles before a scream filtered through the house, "ERIN!"
