They started tuning their instruments. I ran to get my flute and saxophone. They were one of the few things salvaged from my old life. I had named my flute Ann Maleficum once. Maleficum meant witch doctor in Latin, which showed what kind of person I am. I moved the head joint to get it in tune, then started playing the high part of Jinxx's music on my flute. I played the rest on his violin after. It did come out quite well, despite C.C.'s slightly crazed drumming in the background.
Finally, Ash rose his arms in a sign for us to stop. I sat down on the risers and watched them practice, songs like Love isn't always Fair, or All Your Hate. A few times C.C. not-so-accidentally send a drumstick flying, once at Ash's head, another into Jake's back. He wasn't well-received, to say the least.
When they started playing Fallen Angels, I shoved C.C. off his seat and took over the drums. It was the first song I had heard from them, so I had learned everything well. I changed a few things, but only minor ones, and it made it sound even cooler. Ash laughed and seemed to alter his bass guitar playing a bit.
Suddenly, the doors swung open. A small boy, maybe 5 years old, ran in, eyes wide.
"They came for Epril."
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Singer's City (Original text)
FanfictionEpril moves across the country to stay in an NJ orphanage with her baby brother. But it turns out that the past she was running away from is still on her tail. Rewrite: https://www.wattpad.com/story/64455248-singer%27s-city-rewritten Sequel: Her Rev...
