kenopsia [h.s]

★08☆

Loud Love > Soundgarden
Baby Got Back > Sir Mix-A-Lot
Teenage Whore > Hole

A/N THIS IS A DOUBLE UPDATE, remember to check out chapter 07 first

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An hour later, the guys are preparing themselves to finally do their performance. The house is packed, more people arrived in the course of that hour, and even Sam and I are surprised. He's standing next to me, on my other side is Gabbie with Sandy, and Suki is beside my brother. The band is putting the instruments on and plugging in the cables, the wasted people at the party clearly excited and intriguing about what they are going to witness and listen to. Everyone loves garage bands and live music, so a house party with it it's the cherry on top. I noticed that some of them recognized The Astrophiles and also heard a few girls behind me whispering (loudly) how hot and fuckeable Harry and Luke are.

My video camera is ready in my hands, I've been filming the party for the last hour and I've got an amount of good, wild and crazy clips that look straight out of a movie. Now my baby is waiting to record the guys' performances. It's becoming a thing for me to capture their shows on videos. The draft work for my class is almost done and I'm excited to show it to my professor and the band.

Although something is missing, I would like to add a recorded song of their own to the video so it'd look like an actual homemade music video, because the edit not only contains the very first performance I recorded of them in Kenopsia but also other footages I have been filming when we hang out together and adding it to my project. I need to ask them if they have a demo of their song Fences that I can use for the clip.

Harry is wearing his usual frown, but he doesn't seem angry like he was when we all were smoking and Sadie threw that comment that somehow offended him. Something I've noticed about him is that whenever he's on stage he becomes another person, maybe his true self. Having his guitar hanging on his shoulders, a microphone in front of him, his three best friends sharing the same space and people enjoying their music makes him feel noticeably comfortable.

Home, and not necessarily four walls with a ceiling, are those places, feelings and people that make us feel at peace, safe and happy.

"I didn't know you were friends with them." Sam speaks up in my ear, watching the guys almost ready to play "I saw them playing a few more than a year ago at some bar, but the drummer was another dude, not him." He slightly lifts his chin pointing towards TJ.

"What, really?" I tilt my head to the side looking at my brother with curiosity, I didn't know they had another drummer before TJ.

"Yeah, I don't know his name, but I remember he used to go to our s-"

"Hey, how's everyone feeling?" Sam was cut off when Harry's deep and delicate voice speaks up through the microphone, catching the attention of everyone as the wasted kids make noises, some girls gasping at hearing the thickened of his accent.