You'll See! || SBI

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Song: Rock N Roll by Led Zeppelin

TW// underage drinking, drinking, drug use

He did it.

He somehow convinced his parents that a group rehearsal for his school's choir was happening. By 6 pm, he was sitting in Ranboo's bedroom with his piercing back in place and proper clothes on his body. Proper for him meant; a white shirt with a red flannel, a dog tag necklace, ruffled hair, eyeliner, black jeans and, of course, platformed boots. Ranboo liked to mess with eyeliner since he used to do it with his sister, Niki when he was younger. Their friends happily let them use them as canvas' for their new designs.

Actually, Ranboo was good at all make-up but didn't like people knowing. He feared they would make rude comments towards him and he already struggled with confidence as it was.

Tubbo sat with his back to the bed frame and Ranboo basically in his lap as the boy concentrated on getting the perfect outline. The blonde had never felt more comfortable or at home than with his two best friends. He laid on the older teen's messy bed, watching the pair in the mirror– actually, he was watching Tubbo. He could already see Ranboo's face.

When the lighter brunette sat up and observed his work, the darker brunette noticed Tommy and stuck his tongue out; revealing a silver ball. He let out a laugh in retaliation as Ranboo scooted off his friend's legs and stood up.

Tubbo moved his head to look up at the ceiling but really it was an attempt to look at Tommy. The blonde decided to help him out and shifted closer, moving into a sitting position and hovering his face just above his friend. The brunette frowned.

"God, I wanna pierce your ears so bad dude" he pouted, his own lip piercing– which was one less than Ranboo– poking out more.

"I know you do, I want you to as well." Tommy groaned. "My dad would murder me if he even knew I have a septum and then double murder me when he finds out you did it"

"I'm born to be a tattoo artist and piercer" Tubbo quipped with a smirk.

It was true. Tubbo was an amazing artist and even, somehow, made piercings feel like a tickle. He even did Dream's tattoos with a kit that he had found in a shop one day. They turned out really well and looked like they were done by a professional. His dream was to open his own shop and continue doing what he loves.

"That you were" Ranboo agreed as he fixed the plug in his left earlobe. It wasn't a big one but you could definitely see it, and they both looked killer on him. The teenager had a few other piercings in his ears but they weren't as noticeable.

–

By 7 pm, the trio of teenagers was sitting at the bar as they waited for the bands to take the stage. There were always open nights, they weren't hard to find when you looked in the right places. Now, why couldn't the teens miss this performance? Well, there's a certain band which the trio had grown to love and always made sure to be there.

Antarctic.

No one knew what it stood for or if it actually did stand for anything but, nevertheless, they loved the music the group of four created. Wilbur Soot (stage name) was the lead singer and led the group into position. Phil Watson, the bassist and said to be a cool-headed man who was basically the father of the group. Technoblade (people say it's a stage name but it's actually his first and last name blended together), the electric guitarist and a scary dude that no one wants to mess with. Pete Voice, the drummer and said to be a mischievous guy who brings the group together without fail.

A perfect bunch in Tommy's opinion.

A drink was shoved into the blonde's hands by Tubbo, looking over to see he had his own and Ranboo with a bottle of raspberry drink– he wasn't a big drinker. They smiled down at the brunette, bringing the beer to his lips and taking a swig. Tommy was no stranger to drinking, he had been doing it since he was twelve– sneaking into his father's alcohol cabinet– and it help teach him how to be sneaky, quiet and lie.

It wasn't long before four adults made their way up onto the small raised stage, girls screaming for the men. A brunette with a beanie began making gestures, directing his friends as they nodded and got into place. The drummer– Pete tapped his sticks three times.

"Let's get ready, shall we?" the singer– Wilbur said seductively into the mic. Girls began to scream even louder. Tommy leaned back slightly onto Ranboo and brought the bottle to his lips, a smile on his face as he allowed the music to take him away.

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He pushed the doors to the back open, ignoring all the people who were making out in the hallway. The cool, crisp night air mixed with cigarette smoke hit his face, a smile on his face. Tubbo and Ranboo were back inside– the latter having to take care of the drunk friend. His black platform boots tapped against the concrete. His shoes weren't too high off the ground, only by an inch or two while Ranboo's were three– he was already 6'7 without them– and Tubbo's were about two– if he remembers correctly.

The chains on his belt loop swung and hit his leg multiple times. Tommy wrung his hands together as he nervously approached a faint red van, different voices coming out of it. He sucked in a breath and made a direct pathway to it, the people stopping and looking at the teenager.

"Hi! I just wanted to tell you guys you did really well. My friends and I are like big fans... heh" God, he was making an idiot out of himself. The one with a ragged yellow shirt and brown coat– Wilbur sucked in a deep breath from his cigarette, smiling as he blew it out and towards the teenager.

"Thanks, we can appreciate a fan. Means a lot"

"Hope you enjoyed it though" The pinkette with multiple piercings and teased hair– Techno said glumly before bringing his own bottle to his lips but pausing, looking up at Tommy. "Our drummer just quit"

"What?!" He said all too quickly, though the other three didn't bat an eye and only took another swig of their beer– or in Wilbur's case, another drag of his ciggie. "You'll need a new one then"

"Yeah," the oldest of the bunch– Phil with a slight grimace hidden behind a fake smile. "Happen to know one, mate?"

Then, an idea struck.

Technically, it was an impossible idea but he was Tommy fucking Avia and he loved impossible ideas.

With a small bit of hope, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his flannel. "I play drums..."

"Everyone plays drums, kid." Wilbur snorted.

No one shoots down Tommy. With a newfound ounce of determination, he takes a few steps closer, the three men watching him as he starts to bang his hands against the door of the van. To any sane person, it would just be a random drunk seventeen-year-old kid but, to the others, he was a mildly tipsy seventeen-year-old beating along the starting drum melody to Led Zepplin's Rock and Roll.

Phil was quick to grab his bass and start strumming along. Wilbur and Techno take the chance to sing the lyrics at the same time. It sounded a bit weird without the electric guitar and a proper drum but to Tommy, it sounded like his entrance into the big dogs.—————————————————

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For those who didn't watch SMPEarth— Pete (VoiceoverPete) was a member of the server and one of the first in Antarctic Empire beside Phil, Techno, Wisp and Calvin (cxlvxn). Nice little Easter egg :P

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