The story of year eight, chapter 4
BOO! HAH!
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"BOO YAH!" Kris screamed, jumping on Carlos's. Carlos shook his head, wondering what she was on. The movie theatre smelled of popcorn, pop, candy, and disgusting washroom's. Kris ran into the washroom, and wrote another poem on the stall. Every time she went to that particular movie theatre, she would write a poem on the wall and leave a space for comments. Usually she got a 'well done!' or 'Fucking awesome, bitch!', and sometimes she would get the 'fuck off' or something, but most of the time it was all in good fun. Carlos explained this to Frankito while she wrote, and when she came out, they got tickets to the new horror movie. (Faking their ages of course.)
"Look, Kris, Dance Dance Revolution!" Carlos shouted. Kris went crazy, and jumped on the dance dance machine. Frankito jumped on with her.
"You know how to play?" Kris asked.
"Yeah, I love this game!"
They both started on standard, and Frankito got an A. Kris got a B. They did another song, this time Kris got an A, and Frankito got a B. The last round, and it was Kris's turn to pick a song. She picked the hardest one she could find. A bunch of people had come by and they were watching, cheering them on. Some of them were cheering for Kris, some were cheering for Frankito. In the end, they both got double A's. (HAH double A's. don't ask...)
Carlos clapped while they left and a girl and some guy got on. In the following hour, they played a few video games, and then left.
The movie was starting in fifteen minutes. Those annoying assed commercials were playing, and Kris threw popcorn in peoples hair to pass the time. Carlos and Kris then attempted to throw popcorn in each others mouth and catch, and people were getting pissed at them laughing.
"FUCKIN PREVIEWS!" Kris screamed.
"Shut up Kris... god..." Carlos hissed.
Frankito laughed. He put his feet up on the chair in front of him. Some fat ass with three bags of popcorn and two large soda's came down the aisle and sat in front of them. He took up at least four chairs, and nobody could see anything.
"Hey down in front!" Frankito cried, irritation in his voice.
"Yeah, save some seats for the rest of us, sir!" Carlos called.
The person turned around. It was a girl. She started crying and the security guards took Kris and Carlos and Frankito and threw them out.
"Fine, that movie probably sucked bitch anyways!"
The three called a cab and decided to go back to Frankito's house. When they got there, Frankito and Carlos jumped out, but Kris stayed in the cab.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Nah, I think I'm gonna go home... I got some stuff to finish... "
"Okay then."
The cab dropped Kris off at her house, and she went straight to her piano. She put down notes she had scribbled down on paper, the first song that she was truly in love with. Her pencil scratched out a note she had written down. She didn't like it. She put her hands on the keys and let out a G chord. No. Not write. Next was a D chord. No, not good. C... no. G7. Perfect. A smile crept its way across her face. Her phone started ringing.
"Oh fuck, what now?" She groaned. She unplugged the phone and went back to her piano, pressing keys and shaking her head. She went back to the G7 and thought...
"Oh my god!" The music flowed through, and she tried to remember it. It was there. She hurriedly tried out another chord, and then another. Suddenly she was playing a tune she didn't even know, and she wrote with her left hand sloppily as she played. She put her other hand down and continued, playing the same bar over and over, her smile growing wider each time, and she began to sing loudly and clearly. She could already imagine the guitar and bass and drums along with the piano that they would record separately and then put in place. The song was coming together. Like a foot in a shoe...
"It's perfect!"
She forgot her homework and her suspension, she forgot everything around her and played.
"It's perfect... "
At around one in the morning, she could no longer read the notes. They were blurry and unreadable. But it was done, and she knew it.
She fell asleep with her head on the keys, and her hands on the bench. Her parents were at Bingo, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon.
Next morning...
"This is amazing!" A voice cried.
"AHH!" Kris fell off the bench.
"Oh. Hey Krisbitch, your awake!" Racha said, looking over the notes on the papers. Kris grabbed at them.
"You weren't supposed to read that yet!"
"Are you gonna use it for the band?" Nat asked excitedly.
"Yes... I have to write the rest of the music for it though. I can't come to practice today, can we do it tomorrow?"
"Yeah sure. Anyways, come on, it's time to go. Frankito invited us all over, and we're going to a Green Day concert!"
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"BOO YAH!" Kris screamed, jumping on Carlos's. Carlos shook his head, wondering what she was on. The movie theatre smelled of popcorn, pop, candy, and disgusting washroom's. Kris ran into the washroom, and wrote another poem on the stall. Every time she went to that particular movie theatre, she would write a poem on the wall and leave a space for comments. Usually she got a 'well done!' or 'Fucking awesome, bitch!', and sometimes she would get the 'fuck off' or something, but most of the time it was all in good fun. Carlos explained this to Frankito while she wrote, and when she came out, they got tickets to the new horror movie. (Faking their ages of course.)
"Look, Kris, Dance Dance Revolution!" Carlos shouted. Kris went crazy, and jumped on the dance dance machine. Frankito jumped on with her.
"You know how to play?" Kris asked.
"Yeah, I love this game!"
They both started on standard, and Frankito got an A. Kris got a B. They did another song, this time Kris got an A, and Frankito got a B. The last round, and it was Kris's turn to pick a song. She picked the hardest one she could find. A bunch of people had come by and they were watching, cheering them on. Some of them were cheering for Kris, some were cheering for Frankito. In the end, they both got double A's. (HAH double A's. don't ask...)
Carlos clapped while they left and a girl and some guy got on. In the following hour, they played a few video games, and then left.
The movie was starting in fifteen minutes. Those annoying assed commercials were playing, and Kris threw popcorn in peoples hair to pass the time. Carlos and Kris then attempted to throw popcorn in each others mouth and catch, and people were getting pissed at them laughing.
"FUCKIN PREVIEWS!" Kris screamed.
"Shut up Kris... god..." Carlos hissed.
Frankito laughed. He put his feet up on the chair in front of him. Some fat ass with three bags of popcorn and two large soda's came down the aisle and sat in front of them. He took up at least four chairs, and nobody could see anything.
"Hey down in front!" Frankito cried, irritation in his voice.
"Yeah, save some seats for the rest of us, sir!" Carlos called.
The person turned around. It was a girl. She started crying and the security guards took Kris and Carlos and Frankito and threw them out.
"Fine, that movie probably sucked bitch anyways!"
The three called a cab and decided to go back to Frankito's house. When they got there, Frankito and Carlos jumped out, but Kris stayed in the cab.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Nah, I think I'm gonna go home... I got some stuff to finish... "
"Okay then."
The cab dropped Kris off at her house, and she went straight to her piano. She put down notes she had scribbled down on paper, the first song that she was truly in love with. Her pencil scratched out a note she had written down. She didn't like it. She put her hands on the keys and let out a G chord. No. Not write. Next was a D chord. No, not good. C... no. G7. Perfect. A smile crept its way across her face. Her phone started ringing.
"Oh fuck, what now?" She groaned. She unplugged the phone and went back to her piano, pressing keys and shaking her head. She went back to the G7 and thought...
"Oh my god!" The music flowed through, and she tried to remember it. It was there. She hurriedly tried out another chord, and then another. Suddenly she was playing a tune she didn't even know, and she wrote with her left hand sloppily as she played. She put her other hand down and continued, playing the same bar over and over, her smile growing wider each time, and she began to sing loudly and clearly. She could already imagine the guitar and bass and drums along with the piano that they would record separately and then put in place. The song was coming together. Like a foot in a shoe...
"It's perfect!"
She forgot her homework and her suspension, she forgot everything around her and played.
"It's perfect... "
At around one in the morning, she could no longer read the notes. They were blurry and unreadable. But it was done, and she knew it.
She fell asleep with her head on the keys, and her hands on the bench. Her parents were at Bingo, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon.
Next morning...
"This is amazing!" A voice cried.
"AHH!" Kris fell off the bench.
"Oh. Hey Krisbitch, your awake!" Racha said, looking over the notes on the papers. Kris grabbed at them.
"You weren't supposed to read that yet!"
"Are you gonna use it for the band?" Nat asked excitedly.
"Yes... I have to write the rest of the music for it though. I can't come to practice today, can we do it tomorrow?"
"Yeah sure. Anyways, come on, it's time to go. Frankito invited us all over, and we're going to a Green Day concert!"
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