This Love Drives Me Into Madness, chapter 6
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-Wednesday, October 27th/Erin's P.O.V.-
"Something's on my mind. It's been for quite some time. This time I'm onto you. So where's the other face? The face I heard before. Your head trip's boring me!"
I was sitting on the floor, with my acoustic in hand, strumming the chords to F.O.D.. I don't know why, but I was just in one of my "I Want To Be Alone" moods today.
"You're just a fuck! I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck! I'm taking pride in telling you to fuck off and die!"
"Knock, knock," came Briana's voice. I looked up to see her head poking through the door.
I sighed, "What?"
"Someone's at the door for you," she sing-songed.
"Hurrah for me," I rolled my eyes, "Who is it?"
"Your boyfriend."
"I don't have a boyfriend," I said.
"Then, it's your girlfriend."
"I'm not a freaking lesbo," I stood up and walked over to my bedroom door, "You're just saying this crap to get me off my ass to answer the fucking door. I know you too well."
I pushed passed Bri and went into the living room.
"Are you like...a stalker?" I inquired to the mad laying back on the couch.
"No..." Tre answered, "Billie's the stalker. He followed you guys home on Sunday. Then, he was a good boy and told me where you lived."
"He's lucky he's famous and everyone loves him...or I'd kill him," I muttered.
"What was that?"
"I didn't say a word..."
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-Briana's P.O.V.-
Hazah! Now that Tre and Erin are gone...I can work on something else...
I opened the garage door to see a jumble of people with bass cases slung on their shoulders. I got behind a table and sat down.
"Who's first?!" I yelled to the crowd. A scrawny girl around my age stumbled inside the garage.
"Okay...name."
"Ashlee."
"What are you going to play?" I asked.
"A medley of songs," she said, plugging her bass into the amp beside her.
"Begin whenever you're ready."
Ashlee nodded and started out with Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes, then moved onto I Miss You by Blink 182. She played many catchy numbers...but they were all too easy. She had to be a beginner.
"Next!"
Ashlee unplugged her bass and walked away, followed by another girl. She repeated what Ashleee did, only played a different song. Her name: Charlie.
"I'm going to play Man In The Box by Alice In Chains," she said before starting.
It was squeaky and absolutely horrible. Either her bass was really messed up or her playing was just...meh.
"Next!" I exclaimed.
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About an hour later, I hadn't found one single decent bass player. I was as tired as Hell and I just wanted a nap.
"One more person!" I hollered. A red-haired, tall man stepped into the garage. He slowly took his bass out and plugged it into the amp.
"Name," I sighed.
"Your mom," he answered with a bit of an English accent.
"Haha. That's funny. You look like a guy to me. Did you get a sex change?" I asked.
"No--"
"Then, what's your name?"
"Ian."
"Alright...how old?" I questioned.
"27."
"How long have you been playing?"
"About 16 years," Ian replied.
"Wow. Okay. What songs are you going to play?"
"American Idiot by Green Day."
"Alright. Begin whenever you're ready," I said, leaning back in my chair.
Na nana na na nana na nana na...
I stared at his finger movements up and down the nexk of his bass.
He's really good. I think I just made my decision.
"Stop!" I commanded Ian in the middle of the song.
"What did I do?" he inquired.
"Nothing. You are now Complications' new bass player," I smiled.
"Something's on my mind. It's been for quite some time. This time I'm onto you. So where's the other face? The face I heard before. Your head trip's boring me!"
I was sitting on the floor, with my acoustic in hand, strumming the chords to F.O.D.. I don't know why, but I was just in one of my "I Want To Be Alone" moods today.
"You're just a fuck! I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck! I'm taking pride in telling you to fuck off and die!"
"Knock, knock," came Briana's voice. I looked up to see her head poking through the door.
I sighed, "What?"
"Someone's at the door for you," she sing-songed.
"Hurrah for me," I rolled my eyes, "Who is it?"
"Your boyfriend."
"I don't have a boyfriend," I said.
"Then, it's your girlfriend."
"I'm not a freaking lesbo," I stood up and walked over to my bedroom door, "You're just saying this crap to get me off my ass to answer the fucking door. I know you too well."
I pushed passed Bri and went into the living room.
"Are you like...a stalker?" I inquired to the mad laying back on the couch.
"No..." Tre answered, "Billie's the stalker. He followed you guys home on Sunday. Then, he was a good boy and told me where you lived."
"He's lucky he's famous and everyone loves him...or I'd kill him," I muttered.
"What was that?"
"I didn't say a word..."
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-Briana's P.O.V.-
Hazah! Now that Tre and Erin are gone...I can work on something else...
I opened the garage door to see a jumble of people with bass cases slung on their shoulders. I got behind a table and sat down.
"Who's first?!" I yelled to the crowd. A scrawny girl around my age stumbled inside the garage.
"Okay...name."
"Ashlee."
"What are you going to play?" I asked.
"A medley of songs," she said, plugging her bass into the amp beside her.
"Begin whenever you're ready."
Ashlee nodded and started out with Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes, then moved onto I Miss You by Blink 182. She played many catchy numbers...but they were all too easy. She had to be a beginner.
"Next!"
Ashlee unplugged her bass and walked away, followed by another girl. She repeated what Ashleee did, only played a different song. Her name: Charlie.
"I'm going to play Man In The Box by Alice In Chains," she said before starting.
It was squeaky and absolutely horrible. Either her bass was really messed up or her playing was just...meh.
"Next!" I exclaimed.
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About an hour later, I hadn't found one single decent bass player. I was as tired as Hell and I just wanted a nap.
"One more person!" I hollered. A red-haired, tall man stepped into the garage. He slowly took his bass out and plugged it into the amp.
"Name," I sighed.
"Your mom," he answered with a bit of an English accent.
"Haha. That's funny. You look like a guy to me. Did you get a sex change?" I asked.
"No--"
"Then, what's your name?"
"Ian."
"Alright...how old?" I questioned.
"27."
"How long have you been playing?"
"About 16 years," Ian replied.
"Wow. Okay. What songs are you going to play?"
"American Idiot by Green Day."
"Alright. Begin whenever you're ready," I said, leaning back in my chair.
Na nana na na nana na nana na...
I stared at his finger movements up and down the nexk of his bass.
He's really good. I think I just made my decision.
"Stop!" I commanded Ian in the middle of the song.
"What did I do?" he inquired.
"Nothing. You are now Complications' new bass player," I smiled.
