In an attic somewhere in Royal Woods on a very cloudy day, Jay is playing guitar. Right now, he is playing the melody to "The Kids aren't Alright" by the Offspring with a friend.
A/N: One of the best 90's punk bands BTW. Americana is one of my favorite albums.
"Right on, dude. We just need a dude that can sing." the other boy his age said, "And I sure as hell can't sing.".
The boy had long black hair, blue eyes, pale skin and was wearing all black clothes.
"Neither can I." Jay said, "But I know someone who can. Kickass voice. His name is Lincoln Loud.".
"Lincoln Loud. Isn't that Lynn and Luan Loud's little brother?" the boy asked.
"Yeah. He's amazing. I think he'd be perfect for us. Think about it, Danny. That would make us 3 guys in our band." Jay said.
"I want to hear his voice first." Danny said.
"Don't worry, you will." Jay said.
"Jay, what did I say about that devil music?! No playing that in my home!" the voice of a middle-aged man with slight country accent yelled out muffled.
"It's not devil music, dad. You wouldn't know what devil music was if it was in front of you." Jay yelled out. "Fuck off, dad. Fuck you and your over religious bullshit." He said in a normal voice.
"That Lincoln kid is a little nerdy, though. We can't have a goofball in our band, dude. You'd think we look good with some scrawny kid who said he reads comics in his underwear and has no personality as a frontman. He even dresses like a wimp." Danny said.
"Don't worry about it, dude. He's going to be a lot more badass in a few weeks. He'll be a lot cooler and mature by then." Jay said.
Somewhere else in Royal Woods, in the big city urban area, two boys who are Danny's and Jay's ages and height are walking through an alley.
One boy has long light brunette hair, blue eyes, Caucasian skin and is wearing ripped light blue jeans with a black, "Pantera" shirt on and he has a pair of sticks in his hand. The other boy had black short hair with brown eyes and light Olive skin. He was wearing a Black Sabbath t-shirt with ripped off sleeves and had cross earrings. He was also wearing eyeliner. He also had a bass in his hand.
"Well, we're kicked out, Ricky. What now?" the boy with longer hair said.
"We weren't kicked out, Billy. We were rejected." the boy with shorter hair (Rick) said.
"Oh, yeah. Because we were too "sloppy" sounding for the Moon Goats. We don't need them. What a stupid name, anyway. They got rid of us for some girl with short hair and some guy called, "Sully". They didn't even play right." the boy with longer hair (Billy) said, "Even Lars Ulrich can play better than that "Mazzy" girl.".
"Ugh, true. But hey, you're right. We don't need them. They can go fuck themselves. We can form our own band. We're cousins, we got this, dude. I'll go call up Danny and maybe we can work something out. We share a few classes and have a few jam sessions together. I'll tell him this week." Ricky said.
"Danny? Hell yeah! Why the hell didn't we do anything with him in the first place?" Billy asked.
"I don't know but we should've." Ricky said.
Meanwhile at the Loud house...
In Lincoln's room, Lincoln is currently in his room playing guitar. He then hears his phone ring. When he picks it up, it says a random number.
He hesitantly answers.
"Hello? Oh, hey, Jay. Danny? Don't know much about him. Oh, really? Cool! Oh, 1216 Franklin Avenue, why? Tomorrow? OK, then. Later." Lincoln said.
End of chapter 2.
