I take deep breaths in and out like I'm going through labor and shake out my arms and legs anxiously, it's right before the party and everyone who is playing in the party is getting here and meeting me and Retz in the music room. Where the party is being hosted (the music room is huge). Folding tables and chairs are set up in the basement with snacks and drinks on them, there's even cake and cookies! Slowly people start to arrive, the first people being Khai and Gon.
"You ready for tonight!" Gon yells, his voice echoes through the large quiet basement.
"No..." I mumble quietly under my breath. Even if it's people I know, I still get incredibly nervous when preforming in front of anyone.
"Not really." Khai says truthfully, she gets me, she gets overly nervous too. She just doesn't show it. Flash back to her last piano recital around five years ago where she cried while she played Dancing Queen. It was painful to watch, she hasn't had a piano recital since then.
"Why not?" Gon asks with a confused expression, of course he's confused about having stage-fright.
"Because, I'm hella nervous. I have three different anxiety disorders mind you!"
"Understandable." Retz says taking a sip from a red solo cup with his name written on it in black permanent marker setting it down on the table.
"Hey!" Gon yells at Retz. "We're not supposed to eat or drink until everyone is here!"
"Gon's right." I say siding with Gon.
"I'm the host, I can do what I want."
"...Touché."
"That's what I thought."
After awhile of talking everyone who is playing at the party arrives and we all get our designated instruments, I sit down at the drums and twiddle with the drumsticks between my fingers.
"Are we ready to get this party started!!" Retz yells at all of us.
They all roar and cheer, all of them except for me and Khai, we side glance at each other from across the room and I gulp.
"Good! We're starting off with Holding Out For A Hero." Retz yells at us. "Ready your instruments 'cause-a here we go! A-Five, six, seven, eight-"
"Wait!" Khai yells at Retz. "Who's singing it?"
"You are."
"But I'm already singing Let's Hear It For The Boy."
"Okay...Then I'll have Alex sing it. You can be part of the chorus."
"So, I'm singing it?" Alex asks.
"Yes, you can sing and do the sound effects."
"Okie dokie!" Alex says making an 'okay' sign with her fingers.
"Alright, let's start this again. A-five, six, seven, eight!"
The song starts on the count of eight.
"Do, do, do, doo. Do, do, do, doo, do, do, do, doo. Ah, ah." All the girls sing (including Khai).
"Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white Knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need. I need a hero! I'm holdin' out for a hero 'till the end of the night."
The song goes smoothly (as always) and it suddenly occurs to me that I'm the only one here who cannot sing! But, I am the only one who can play the drums, so I got a one up on that.
"Hey, Khai. Is it hard playing the piano?" I ask, genuinely curious. The piano seemed hard in Holding Out For A Hero, especially with the glissandos.
"Depends on the song, and difficulty of the sheet music and song. The original version of Holding Out For A Hero, which is what I played, isn't too hard but isn't too easy either."
"It sounds hard." Retz says taking another sip from his drink.
Suddenly Retz starts choking and coughing (assuming he swallowed down the wrong tube).
"Oh god, I'm choking." Retz says through coughs pounding in his chest with his fist.
"Choking on what?" Gon asks innocently.
"DEEZ NUTS!" Khai yells.
I start to laugh like the immature child I am and so does Retz and Khai. Retz and Khai high five each other as Retz coughs and laughs at the same time. Our laughter echoes as Khai heaves over laughing with her hands on her knees as I slap mine.
A couple of other people laugh with us, the rest of them stay quiet, clearly not getting the joke. After a couple minutes of laughing it dies down.
"Oh, that was good!" I say wiping a tear from my eye.
"A good deez nuts or your mom joke here and there is deeply appreciated."
"Anyway, back to practice shall we?"
"Sure."
After practicing all of our songs it's time for the party. All of the musicians are hoarded upstairs so we don't mess around with our instruments as people slowly trickle into the house and down the stairs into the music room. Retz goes into the music room and comes back upstairs after a couple minutes.
"Okay, everyone is here! Let's go!" He says with enthusiasm.
We all go downstairs and I see familiar faces in the crowd, a couple of them smile and wave at me. I go up to my drums and sit down, picking up my drumsticks, I take a deep breath in and out.
"Are we all ready?"
"Yeah."
"Alright. We're playing Footloose!" Retz says to us. I hover my drumsticks over the drums, my hands shaking. "One, two, three!"
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The Drummer And The Actor Book 1
FanfictionKillua Zoldyck has been a drummer since the day he was born, tapping into things, always picking up a beat. He's a drummer in the music club and they're practicing with the theatrics club for a play they're doing. There he meets Gon, and one look...
