This Love Drives Me Into Madness, chapter 7
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-Erin's P.O.V.-
"You do realize that we've only known each other for like a week and you're taking me to the movies?" I commented as Tre and I sat down in the back row. "And you really need to learn the definition of incognito." It was true. He only wore sunglasses to disguise himself, and he wouldn't take them off.
"Well, you know how Mr.Cool is..." he said.
"True," I replied, "Anyway, what movie are we seeing again?"
"Uh...Hide and Seek, I believe," Tre answered.
"Oh...Briana saw this. She said it was good, but that Robert DeNiro was horrible in it."
"I don't even plan on watching this," Tre laid his arm on my shoulder.
I looked at him, "Neither do I."
Tre returned the gaze.
"I am going to throw popcorn at whoever sits in fronts of us," I chuckled.
"Hey! I was planning on eating that!" Tre exclaimed.
"Who said I wouldn't leave you some?" I inquired.
"You said you were going to throw the popcorn at the person who sits in front of us," Tre answered.
"But, maybe, someone won't sit there," I said.
Just then, a fairly large woman stepped into the screening room. She walked into the row of seats in front of us and sat down in the chair that I was sitting behind.
Tre smiled, "It is balloon!"
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"Ugh...Tre, I can't believe you got us kicked out of the movies," I complained as we stumbled out of his car. At that point, I could hear a bass being plucked lightly.
"Well, sorree," he said, "And I thought you guys didn't have a bass player?"
"We don't. But Briana played my bass in her spare time," I replied.
Tre and I walked up to the front porch. I opened the door and led him inside.
"It sounds like it's coming from the garage," I muttered, stepping over to another door. I opened that one, too. The sound stopped.
We peaked inside before walking into the room. Briana and a red-haired man were sitting by my drumset.
"H-hi...?" I stammered.
"Hey," greeted the man as he stood up, "I'm Ian." He held out his hand.
I took it and we shook hands.
Damn...
"Um...Erin, this is our band's new bass player," Briana cut in.
"Heh. I-I fig-figured," I replied, letting go of Ian's hand.
"Hey! Now you guys have a band!" Tre exclaimed, "Now, what are you going to play for me?!"
"We haven't practiced together, yet," I answered, "I haven't even heard Ian play yet."
"Yes you did," Tre added.
"Shh!"
"Anyway...play something for us."
"Sure, Mr.Cool," Ian murmured as he turned on the amp. "Holiday."
He immediately began the song and it was clear and crisp from the start. Just from the first note he played, I thought it was beautiful.
I think I have an idea...
I scurried over to my drumset and snatched up my sticks, almost tripping over a cord.
Damn mother fucking cords...
I sat down on my stool and readied my sticks.
1...2...3
"BAM!" I pounded down onto a symbol before starting the song at the spot where Ian was at. "C'mon Bri!"
"Alright!" Bri jumped up from her spot on the floor and grabbed her guitar. She plugged it into her amp.
"Hear the sound of the falling rain!
Coming down like an Armageddon flame
The shame, the ones who die without a name!
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called Faith and Misery
And bleed, the company lost the war today!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies!
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday!
Hear the drum pounding out of time!
Another protestor has crossed the line
To find, the money's on the other side!
Can I get another Amen?!
There's a flag wrapped around the score of men
A gag, A plastic bag on a monument!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies!
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday!"
Ian began his bass licks right on cue. He reminded me of Mike, the way he seemed tense but relaxed at the same time--if that makes any sense.
I took a quick glance at Tre. His facial expression...shock. I laughed.
"The representative from California has the floor
Zieg heil to the president gasman!
Bombs away is your punishment!
Pulverize the Eiffel towers!
who criticize your government!
Bang bang goes the broken glass!
Kill all the fags that don't agree!
Trails by fire setting fire!
Is not away thats ment for me!
Just cause!
Just cause were out laws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies!
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives...
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies!
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives...
This is our lives on HOLIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
"WOO!" I exclaimed, throwing my drumsticks into the air. Unfortunately, one hit me in the head. "OW! DAMMIT!"
"Wow..." Tre began, "You guys kick ass, even though this is only your first practice!"
"Yeah...you're right," Briana smiled, "I guess Complications is on its way to the top!"
"You do realize that we've only known each other for like a week and you're taking me to the movies?" I commented as Tre and I sat down in the back row. "And you really need to learn the definition of incognito." It was true. He only wore sunglasses to disguise himself, and he wouldn't take them off.
"Well, you know how Mr.Cool is..." he said.
"True," I replied, "Anyway, what movie are we seeing again?"
"Uh...Hide and Seek, I believe," Tre answered.
"Oh...Briana saw this. She said it was good, but that Robert DeNiro was horrible in it."
"I don't even plan on watching this," Tre laid his arm on my shoulder.
I looked at him, "Neither do I."
Tre returned the gaze.
"I am going to throw popcorn at whoever sits in fronts of us," I chuckled.
"Hey! I was planning on eating that!" Tre exclaimed.
"Who said I wouldn't leave you some?" I inquired.
"You said you were going to throw the popcorn at the person who sits in front of us," Tre answered.
"But, maybe, someone won't sit there," I said.
Just then, a fairly large woman stepped into the screening room. She walked into the row of seats in front of us and sat down in the chair that I was sitting behind.
Tre smiled, "It is balloon!"
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"Ugh...Tre, I can't believe you got us kicked out of the movies," I complained as we stumbled out of his car. At that point, I could hear a bass being plucked lightly.
"Well, sorree," he said, "And I thought you guys didn't have a bass player?"
"We don't. But Briana played my bass in her spare time," I replied.
Tre and I walked up to the front porch. I opened the door and led him inside.
"It sounds like it's coming from the garage," I muttered, stepping over to another door. I opened that one, too. The sound stopped.
We peaked inside before walking into the room. Briana and a red-haired man were sitting by my drumset.
"H-hi...?" I stammered.
"Hey," greeted the man as he stood up, "I'm Ian." He held out his hand.
I took it and we shook hands.
Damn...
"Um...Erin, this is our band's new bass player," Briana cut in.
"Heh. I-I fig-figured," I replied, letting go of Ian's hand.
"Hey! Now you guys have a band!" Tre exclaimed, "Now, what are you going to play for me?!"
"We haven't practiced together, yet," I answered, "I haven't even heard Ian play yet."
"Yes you did," Tre added.
"Shh!"
"Anyway...play something for us."
"Sure, Mr.Cool," Ian murmured as he turned on the amp. "Holiday."
He immediately began the song and it was clear and crisp from the start. Just from the first note he played, I thought it was beautiful.
I think I have an idea...
I scurried over to my drumset and snatched up my sticks, almost tripping over a cord.
Damn mother fucking cords...
I sat down on my stool and readied my sticks.
1...2...3
"BAM!" I pounded down onto a symbol before starting the song at the spot where Ian was at. "C'mon Bri!"
"Alright!" Bri jumped up from her spot on the floor and grabbed her guitar. She plugged it into her amp.
"Hear the sound of the falling rain!
Coming down like an Armageddon flame
The shame, the ones who die without a name!
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called Faith and Misery
And bleed, the company lost the war today!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies!
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday!
Hear the drum pounding out of time!
Another protestor has crossed the line
To find, the money's on the other side!
Can I get another Amen?!
There's a flag wrapped around the score of men
A gag, A plastic bag on a monument!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies!
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday!"
Ian began his bass licks right on cue. He reminded me of Mike, the way he seemed tense but relaxed at the same time--if that makes any sense.
I took a quick glance at Tre. His facial expression...shock. I laughed.
"The representative from California has the floor
Zieg heil to the president gasman!
Bombs away is your punishment!
Pulverize the Eiffel towers!
who criticize your government!
Bang bang goes the broken glass!
Kill all the fags that don't agree!
Trails by fire setting fire!
Is not away thats ment for me!
Just cause!
Just cause were out laws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies!
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives...
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies!
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives...
This is our lives on HOLIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
"WOO!" I exclaimed, throwing my drumsticks into the air. Unfortunately, one hit me in the head. "OW! DAMMIT!"
"Wow..." Tre began, "You guys kick ass, even though this is only your first practice!"
"Yeah...you're right," Briana smiled, "I guess Complications is on its way to the top!"
