Illicit is a rock band that has gone from earning their pocket money in bars to selling arenas. From five friends with nothing to rock gods, Illicit makes headlines again. With millions of adoring female fans desperate to be taken backstage, the Ill...
My eyes moved between the written words in my notebook, trying to remember where I was going with those lyrics. Well, calling them lyrics needed some heavy courage. I have been going back and forth, trying to choose the theme I wanted to write my assignment around. This was my fourth attempt at One-sided Love, and unfortunately, it didn't seem like the last. I had to write a complete song in two days and present it to Mr. Elsher if I wanted to pass my lyricism course.
Looking up with a sigh from my notebook, I waited for my best friend to finish chatting with her customers. It wasn't the busiest night in the Plea, although the evening was still young. Somehow, I always found myself here when I had work I didn't want to finish. Most of the time, when it wasn't buzzing with people, I would go on the makeshift stage and perform a song or two. And the rest of the time, I would drink the night away as Destiny would gossip about this and that.
"What rhymes with lips?" I asked, tapping my pen against my head.
Destiny pouted, thinking of the first thing that had a similar sound. "Bricks," she said, tying her curly hair into a ponytail. Raising my brows at her, I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. She walked closer to me, a devilish smile spreading on her face. "How about dicks?" her voice was all innocent as she leaned closer to me, pretending to be scared that someone heard her say an inappropriate thing.
"How about a no?" I said back, chuckling at her indecent ideas.
She frowned, "You didn't even give it a try. This could be, like, the next hit or something." After rolling her eyes, she threw the hand towel above her shoulder. "And then I'd play it in the bar when you get on MTV," sarcasm was reeking from her voice.
Everyone knew I wasn't good with lyrics. Everyone but Mr. Elsher.
Destiny reached for my notebook, but before I could pull it away from her, she snatched it from me, "I'm in the middle of your lips. Just a whisper in between," she read out loud before adding her own twist to it, "Wishing for them dicks and kicks."
I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped my lips. My eyes widened as I opened my mouth in shock, "Wow! What an awesome rap ballad. Have you thought of writing lyrics?"
Trying to swallow down her laugh, Destiny leaned forward as if to give me a secret. I moved closer to her as she used her hand to whisper in my ear, "I'm a ghost- What do you even call it, lyricist? Whatever the fuck you call a ghostwriter for music for this really famous boyband Illicit."
