𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙀𝘿, 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙇𝙀𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝙄𝙀.
What do you get when you throw five musically inclined teenagers in detention and leave them alone for ten minutes?
You get a brand new band, new friendships, and a...
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GOOD DAYS — SZA I don't miss no ex, I don't miss no text I choose not to respond
MAY, 1994. FOURTEEN MONTHS BEFORE.
APRIL CAME AND left, bringing May in a flurry of band practices as the Battle of the Bands approached. When they weren't performing at Sonny's, Sunset Curve spent every second of their spare time in the Montez's garage. They arrived after school and left well after dark almost everyday.
Each of the teens were grateful for their hectic schedule because if their lives calmed down, there was nothing to distract them and the reality of their home lives would seep in to leave a bitter taste in their mouths.
Things at the Mercer household had come to an inevitable climax. After coming out to his friends, Alex grew less tolerant of his parents' blatant homophobia and there was only so much time until he snapped. He was planning to come out to his parents over a nice dinner or in a public area where they couldn't make a scene, but after one argument about his disgraced cousin, Eloise, he shouted that he was gay in the middle of their living room. If it weren't for Kat calming is parents down, he would've been kicked out of the house for sure.
At Bobby's house, Jenny seemed to have taken over more than she already has. Her perfume hung in the air and her belongings were slowly trickling in. She even placed potpourri in their washrooms. What the hell was potpourri? Aside from the sudden take over, his father had been as absent as ever. There was a hole in the chest of the teenage boy, making him feel like a child yearning for his father to come home and pay him attention.
Reggie and Luke's home lives weren't any better. Reggie's parents fought endlessly and he was one argument away from begging them to get a divorce. Gone was the kid who wished they would love each other again. He was tired of the late nights comforting whichever parent didn't walk out and he was tired of being the middleman. Luke, on the other hand, was less concerned about his parents' relationship and more concerned with their relationship with him. The more time he spent with the band, the less him and his parents got along.
There were countless times a member of the band would storm into the studio to distract themselves and Olivia as no exception. After ignoring what seemed like her father's millionth phone call (all gone to voicemail), she marched into the studio and suggested that the band play Story of Another Us for the Battle of the Bands.
They worked on it for weeks, making small changes and perfecting what needed to be perfected. The day before the competition, it seemed that they had finally completed their mission.
"Livy," Alex started once the final note rang out. He stared at her with wide eyes from his spot behind his drum set. "This song is really good. Like the arrangement, the actual lyrics. You've been holding out on us."
