~Rylan's POV~
We were completely set up now, everything was working fine so far. We haven't played any songs yet, we've just been testing everything.
And we finally found our drummer for the night,
Dave-motherfuckin-Grohl!
I started playing the opening chords for our first song once my nerves had calmed down, the song was In Bloom by Nirvana. When it was time to sing I went up to the microphone and sang, screaming the chorus when it was time. We played the next few songs, a couple Green Day songs, some Metallica songs, stuff like that.
I would say everything was going fine by the halfway point, but that'd be a lie.
Most of what could go wrong, went wrong. I got so frustrated so I just threw my electric guitar down and grabbed my acoustic, angrily moving the second microphone down to my guitar. I leaned to the microphone in front of my face,
"So far this gig has been trash, so we're finishing early with this song, it's called Sappy."
After some silence I started playing.
After some playing I started singing.
((Quick A/N: I'm putting all the lyrics in because idk what to cut out, sorry))
"And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clues that came to you, oh
And if you cut yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clues that came to you, oh
And if you cut yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clues that came to you, oh
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clues that came to you, oh
And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You'll wallow in the shit
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clues that came to you, oh.."
I backed away from the mic, people were clapping hard cheering. It was loud. Too loud. I set my guitar down and ran off stage. The panic was setting in again, I don't know why. I ran towards the back area to go hide in the bathroom, but I bumped into someone. I fell to the ground with a grunt, staring at the floor embarrassed. I heard two people talking, I recognized them.
Kurt Cobain and Krist Novoselic.
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FanfictionRylan is a 18 year old senior in high school, he's in a band with his friend Rowan. During the summer they go to Nirvana concert and their lives are changed forever, they find out stuff about themselves, each other, and their idols In this story, Ku...
