Y/N is a very talented girl, she can play almost any instrument that comes to mind. So why can't she join a band? Because she's a chick. She decided to give it one more chance and put her name in the paper, but what will come out of this? Can a chic...
"alright then, fuck you asshole!" and i hung up the phone. Rockandi was over. They wanted to become more 'new-wave'? whatever!
maybe i should've kept the number to Tommy's band.
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i was sat on Lovey's, 'my girlfriends' couch and she was all over me. Playing with my hair, kissing my neck and putting her hands all over me. I started to get annoyed, but soon the phone rang and i took my chance at escaping at jumped up to answer it.
"Hello?" I desperately asked. "Vin? It's me, Tommy." This dude does not give up. "Hey, man." I responded.
"Listen dude, this band has something special. You have to come and jam with us. This is your last shot." He said. Fuck, I needed a band. He caught me at a weak point! "Alright, what about this Wednesday." I sighed. "Perfect, dude! See you then!" Tommy chirped. "Alright yeah see you, I'll be up around 2." I replied than hung up.
"Who was that?" Lovey asked. "Uh, that band that wanted me to sing for them." I replied, taking my seat back in the couch. "And you excepted?" She scoffed. "Well, im kind of in need of a band, so yeah." I sighed. "Baby, you know I'm not a fan of them." She fought. "You haven't even heard them play?" I defended. "So?" She rolled her eyes. "I'll have to go to the audition with you." She added.
im so done with her, Jesus please save me from this evil, rich, spoiled, blonde named 'Lovey'. ** APRIL 1st, 1981
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somehow, Tommy actually convinced Vince to come in. how? I don't know.
We were all currently at Nikki's apartment waiting for Vince to show up, just talking about what our plans were for the night when we heard a loud engine near.
Me and Nikki rushed to the window as Mick and Tommy stayed by their instruments. We saw a red, 280Z pulled in-front of the apartment.
"Tommy! Your boy's here!" Nikki yelled out, in which Tommy just grunted in response.
soon, Mick came over as well and peered between us to see what was going on. We saw two blondes get out of the car, one Vince and one chick.
"Whose the chick?" Nikki wondered, "which one?" Mick jokingly asked.
We all ran away from the window once Vince looked up and saw us creeping on him, and ran to our instruments. we heard a knock on the door and Nikki opened it.
"Hey," Nikki said, as 'the chick' walked in and looked the place up and down, clearly judging it and everybody in it. Nikki ignored her antics and turned back to Vince.
"Hey, man. Nikki." He introduced himself as he quickly shook Vince's hand, but it was almost mixed with a high-five. "What's up, man? Vince." The blonde said. "Come in." Nikki invited, closing the door behind him.
