Sing For The Laughter, Sing For The Tears, chapter 1
Mars's POV (Written By Marissa aka Mars as Mike's POV's will be too)
"You're on after this song!" the manager of the club yelled at us.
"We know!" Kim, our drummer yelled back. He huffed and walked away. Kristi (guitarist/singer) was pacing back and forth delivering her whole spiel on how she sucks at guitar and singing. Oy vey. Lynn (guitar and backing vocals) rolled her eyes and returned to tuning up. We are Black Sunrise, the band and we're about to perform at some bar in San Fran. I'm the bassist/other singer.
I'm the tallest in the band 5 foot 9 inches or so. Kristi is the shortest but Kim isn't much taller. Kristi has brown hair with chunks or green and red. For some reason she bought contacts that make her irises look hot pink. She has a job on the radio as a host/DJ, cuz she's so fucking hilarious. Kristi gets a great a reasonable salary and lives pretty well. Lynn is the oldest of us, a year older than us. She has long dark, dark brown hair, almost black. She's a tennis instructor. She's pretty damn good, and is one of the nicest, funniest, funnest (made up words, I know) kids I know. Kim has red and purple hair. She works at Hot Topic, designs band tees, short order cook, etc etc. She lives probably the best outta us, which I'm highly suspicious of. Most likely she deals or whores herself out. Me well I'm tall, blonde, and the youngest. I cut my hair below my ears and enjoy spiking it up. I'm unemployed (kinda) and I; well I haven't eaten a meal in 3 days and haven't felt completely full in months, maybe even years.
"C'mon the song is over," I muttered, finishing my warm-up. (i.e. Longview and Miss Murder basslines over and over) We paraded ourselves out onto the little stage.
"Hey! We're Black Sunrise and you better like us or I'll beat you up!" Kristi screeched into the mic. We played the set perfectly. For some reason I kept looking over at some guy who was sitting alone at a table in the corner. I recognize him from somewhere! Was he one of my "clients"? We were the last band of the night. As we were packing up on stage the man loitered by the stage. I hopped off the stage and landed next to him.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Rob Cavallo, from Reprise Records. Your band is awesome... " HOLY SHNIZIT!!!
Kim's POV (written by Kim of course, she'll be also doing Billie (in her dreams...jk Kimmy)
I started to take apart my drumset. Mars walked towards some dude standing who was watching us pack up. I jumped from the stage to see was they were talking about. Mars handed the guy a couple demo CDs and waved goodbye. As he was walking away I finally realized who it was. "Oh my god , Mars was that Rob Cavallo from Reprise?" I whispered. Marissa calmly nodded. "And...what did he say?"
"He wants to show our music to the board of advisors!"
"Seriously? How much money did we make from selling our CDs?"
"$5 for each of us," she added happily.
"Oh yay! I can buy more Ramen noodles! I only have one pack left." I took my share of the money and walked off to my car and drove off to a restaurant, since I really don't feel like cooking. I walked in and went up to the counter. I ordered cold sesame noodles and a raspberry ice tea, yum!
Mars's POV
I turned and walked down a street in one of the worst, rundown parts of the city. My friends have never laid eyes on the place I live. They shouldn't see how bad off I am and where I am stuck at. A very stoned man who was lying in a dirty heap under the overhang of a building, grabbed my arm.
"Hey," he whispered in my ear, "Do you wanna fuck?" I kicked him in the balls and ran for it. I stopped, panting for air at my apartment building. You barely can call it that. It's mostly a brothel. Most of the people who live here sell themselves to survive in the dangerous jungle of urban life. I am one of them. I climbed up the steps and automatically blocked out the moans. Rent Day today. I rushed to my apartment. I laid Bassy carefully down in a corner.
"Pay up," a voice echoed in my room. Oh Shit! I handed the landlord my money. "You're a dollar short," he held me up against the wall, "you know what this means..." One of his hands slipped up my shirt. I kicked him in the balls. Today is a ball-kicking day. Oops, wrong move Mars. He grabbed my by the throat and choked me. "GET ON THE BED, BITCH!" I fought weakly against his arms as the asphyxiation threatened to kill me. He continued to beat me `round the head. And the impending darkness overtook me and I went limp and cold...
"You're on after this song!" the manager of the club yelled at us.
"We know!" Kim, our drummer yelled back. He huffed and walked away. Kristi (guitarist/singer) was pacing back and forth delivering her whole spiel on how she sucks at guitar and singing. Oy vey. Lynn (guitar and backing vocals) rolled her eyes and returned to tuning up. We are Black Sunrise, the band and we're about to perform at some bar in San Fran. I'm the bassist/other singer.
I'm the tallest in the band 5 foot 9 inches or so. Kristi is the shortest but Kim isn't much taller. Kristi has brown hair with chunks or green and red. For some reason she bought contacts that make her irises look hot pink. She has a job on the radio as a host/DJ, cuz she's so fucking hilarious. Kristi gets a great a reasonable salary and lives pretty well. Lynn is the oldest of us, a year older than us. She has long dark, dark brown hair, almost black. She's a tennis instructor. She's pretty damn good, and is one of the nicest, funniest, funnest (made up words, I know) kids I know. Kim has red and purple hair. She works at Hot Topic, designs band tees, short order cook, etc etc. She lives probably the best outta us, which I'm highly suspicious of. Most likely she deals or whores herself out. Me well I'm tall, blonde, and the youngest. I cut my hair below my ears and enjoy spiking it up. I'm unemployed (kinda) and I; well I haven't eaten a meal in 3 days and haven't felt completely full in months, maybe even years.
"C'mon the song is over," I muttered, finishing my warm-up. (i.e. Longview and Miss Murder basslines over and over) We paraded ourselves out onto the little stage.
"Hey! We're Black Sunrise and you better like us or I'll beat you up!" Kristi screeched into the mic. We played the set perfectly. For some reason I kept looking over at some guy who was sitting alone at a table in the corner. I recognize him from somewhere! Was he one of my "clients"? We were the last band of the night. As we were packing up on stage the man loitered by the stage. I hopped off the stage and landed next to him.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Rob Cavallo, from Reprise Records. Your band is awesome... " HOLY SHNIZIT!!!
Kim's POV (written by Kim of course, she'll be also doing Billie (in her dreams...jk Kimmy)
I started to take apart my drumset. Mars walked towards some dude standing who was watching us pack up. I jumped from the stage to see was they were talking about. Mars handed the guy a couple demo CDs and waved goodbye. As he was walking away I finally realized who it was. "Oh my god , Mars was that Rob Cavallo from Reprise?" I whispered. Marissa calmly nodded. "And...what did he say?"
"He wants to show our music to the board of advisors!"
"Seriously? How much money did we make from selling our CDs?"
"$5 for each of us," she added happily.
"Oh yay! I can buy more Ramen noodles! I only have one pack left." I took my share of the money and walked off to my car and drove off to a restaurant, since I really don't feel like cooking. I walked in and went up to the counter. I ordered cold sesame noodles and a raspberry ice tea, yum!
Mars's POV
I turned and walked down a street in one of the worst, rundown parts of the city. My friends have never laid eyes on the place I live. They shouldn't see how bad off I am and where I am stuck at. A very stoned man who was lying in a dirty heap under the overhang of a building, grabbed my arm.
"Hey," he whispered in my ear, "Do you wanna fuck?" I kicked him in the balls and ran for it. I stopped, panting for air at my apartment building. You barely can call it that. It's mostly a brothel. Most of the people who live here sell themselves to survive in the dangerous jungle of urban life. I am one of them. I climbed up the steps and automatically blocked out the moans. Rent Day today. I rushed to my apartment. I laid Bassy carefully down in a corner.
"Pay up," a voice echoed in my room. Oh Shit! I handed the landlord my money. "You're a dollar short," he held me up against the wall, "you know what this means..." One of his hands slipped up my shirt. I kicked him in the balls. Today is a ball-kicking day. Oops, wrong move Mars. He grabbed my by the throat and choked me. "GET ON THE BED, BITCH!" I fought weakly against his arms as the asphyxiation threatened to kill me. He continued to beat me `round the head. And the impending darkness overtook me and I went limp and cold...
