band of loser: the new kid and the misfits (a reddie fanfic)

chapter three...

(song used owned by Tate Mcrae)

I'm walking to the music room to eat lunch. no one is supposed to be there, so i thought it would be a good time to work on a song i've been stuck on for a while. I've never had much trouble writing songs. It flowed naturally to me, so why did I have so much trouble with this one?

I sat down at the piano and pulled out my music sheet book and the lyrics I already have written. I played the first few cords

"I've been keeping things inside." I started, my fingers dancing along the keys. "Taking up space til' I got someone. I could open up my mind too." my hands glide over the keys like a painter painting a picture. "I guess it worked pretty good 'till now. But shits kinda getting serious. I think I'm running out of room."

And then I stop getting stuck in the same spot. I read over the lyrics again. And again. And again. But nothing. I write something down and then play back where I stopped. "Everyones got someone built custom, to give their darkness to." I sang, liking how it's going. "I wish I had someone, could trust 'em." I sang, getting louder than before. "But loyalty, don't come for free."

"Cause all my friends are fake, fake, fake, fake. They just want me for the day, day until they don't." I wrote this song about my friend group from my last school, even my best friend from kindergarten. "I sat up wondering, what if I broke my legs? What if I changed my name? Would you still love me the same? Or are you just as fake? Like all my friends are fake."

I finally finished the song that i've been stuck on since the bullying started, my depression was keeping me from finishing it. I wonder what changed for me to actually finish it.

I turn around when I hear clapping coming from the door to the music room.

"Fuck." I rolled my eyes.

"Holy shit Eds." Richie said, walking over to me. "That was so good. Did you write that yourself?"

"Yes." I said bluntly. "Why aren't you in the cafeteria?"

"I come here sometimes. I didn't know you sang." he said sitting on the piano bench next to me.

"You don't know anything about me." I said starting to pack up my stuff. I got up from the bench and threw my bag over my shoulder.

"Wait," he said, getting up and following me. He grabbed my arm and turned me around. I yanked it away not wanting to feel the heat he gave my skin, I shuddered and turned back around. "Eds you have you join our band, your voice is amazing and that song. God, you could really help us."

"I don't sing." I said turning back around and walking out. "Don't call me that." I rolled my eyes walking out of the door into a sea of students walking to their class as lunch ended.

"Eds please just stop." I stopped walking and turned around to look at him. "Please we need a lead singer or else we'll be out of the running to play at the dance. Please we need you."

"I can't, I don't sing in front of people."

"You sang in front of me."

"I didn't know you were there."

"Please, eds just play with us once and so you can get a feel for it."

"If I agree, will you shut up and leave me alone so I can go to class." I rolled my eyes looking at students passing us as we stood in the middle of the hallway."

"Yes, meet us in the music room after school today."

"Fine whatever." I turned back around leaving, Richie by himself. Why did I do that? I'm so stupid.