Treason is Very Beautiful, chapter 1

"Shut the hell up!"Mom yelled at Dad. "Why don't you make me?!"Dad yelled back. I sat on my bed with my knees pulled up to my chest. They've been at it all day. I don't cry when they do this. I've gotten used to it. I know it sort of sounds childish, but, they've been like this since my little brother was born. It's true, though. That's when our lives went to hell.

Let me introduce myself. The name's Chevy. Well, it's really Shelby, but, everyone calls me Chevy. I've got reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. I'm in a band called Beautiful Treason with my friends.

Me- 2nd guitar/lead vocals
Brittany- 1st guitar/vocals
Katt (Shelby)- bass
Sarah- keyboard
Kevin- drums

We live in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. It sucks. There's never anything to do here. I'd rather live in hell. It would probablly be colder there than it is here. It's like, eighty degrees in the winter! Hey, think about the Summer!

Speaking of Summer, we've had alot of gigs this past one. Last week we played at the Dark Room. The crowd went wild! My brother was even there. He supports me alot. He's one of the very few people in the world that cares about me. He used to be in a band. Phat Ninja Kareoke. Funny name, right? Well, the band sort of broke up. Personal reasons.

Back to the story.

Mom ran past my room, crying, and slammed the door of her room. I heard my dad's chair squeak and the T.V. turn on. They were done. Finally. I sighed and turned on my CD player. Teddy Geiger. I picked up my acoustic and played and sang along to it. My cat hopped onto the bed and rubbed against my back. "Hey Hollie Bell,"I said, stroking her head. Sometimes I wish I were a cat. They don't have to worry about things like school, and parents, and family, and money. They're so lucky. All they need is a lap and someone to feed them and they're happy.

I set my guitar down and leaned against my headboard. I looked around my room. Green Day posters and drawings littered the walls. I sighed. I was never going to meet them. No matter how much I wanted to.

My phone rang. I picked it up off the reciever. "Hello?"I said. "Yes, may I please speak to Ms. Chevy Magee, please?"
"This is she."
"Yes. My name is Joe Kenard. I saw you and your band Beautiful Treason play last week, and, I must say, you were very good."
"Thank you?"
"I don't think you understand. I'm not just some guy at a rock club. I'm a talent scout."
My heart rushed.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Then what's your company?"
"Ever heard of Reprise Records?"
My heart stopped.
"R-Reprise Records?"
"The one and only. I'm calling to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"Would you and your band be willing to fly down to Berkely to audition if front of one of our producers?"
"Sure we would. Which producer?"
"Rob Cavalo."
"R-Rob Cavalo?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't call me that."
"I apologize."
"Well, I would have to talk it over with my parents."
"Alright. And just so you know, it's an all-expense paid trip."
"Thank you."
"No problem. Let me give you my number so you can get back to me."
"Alright."
My heart beat as I wrote the number down. "Thank you so much,"I said. "Bye,"he said. "Bye."

My hand shook as I put the phone back down. I sat back with a smile on my face. Hollie rubbed her head against my hand. "I can't believe what just happened, Hollie, "I said to her, "Am I dreaming?" She bit me. "Shit! I guess I'm not." I scratched her head. My smile faded.

Now how the hell was I going to get them to agree to let me go?