Pretty in Punk

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About an hour later, we were walking down the street, holding a giant chest, full of our clothes. Joan and I were carrying the chest, easily. We didn't live far from the club.

As we reached the bus, which wasn't the nicest, we set the chest down. The drummer of the losers came and picked it up. Joan couldn't help but stare at him, causing me to chuckle.

"Oh be quiet." She said, elbowing me as we got onto the bus. The seats were read leather, and it was giant. In the back were 4 bunk beds. Obviously no one had gone back there. It was all nice and clean, so the girls and I took it.

"Ello, girls." The lead singer came up behind us. "We haven't introduced ourselves properly. I'm Johnnie, over there is Sid," he said, pointing to the brown haired boy. "and that's Jimmy." pointing to the other boy. They all were wedding leather black jackets. Sid and Johnnie had their hair pulled back and Jimmy had his spiked up.

"I'm Annalise, and those are my two sister, Joan and Peg." I said. As soon as I finished, the other two boys started laughing. I looked at them confused.

"You guys need different names. Like stage names." Jimmy said.

"Like what? You pick them." I said, stepping up. He smirked and stepped closer to me. He was obviously way taller than me, as I looked like a child next to him.

"You know what a Cherry Bomb is?" He asked me. I nodded. "I'm going to call you Cherie. Your name reminds me of Cherry Bomb." He stepped over to Joan. "You have a nice name. I like it." Then he stepped over to Peg. "and what should your name be..."

"My real name is Peg."

"Well, now you're...Lita." He said. Peg looked at him, as if he were speaking another language.

"What? Lita? Why the hell would you choose that?" She asked.

"Well, it's either that or Peg." He said, giving her a look. She rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Well, you girls enjoy your time with us. But don't get too comfortable with us." Johnnie told us. He went to the couch that was next to the window and sat down, looking out the window. Joan was looking at Jimmy, like he was a God. And Jimmy was looking at her the same way.

"Come one you love sick puppy." Said Sid, pulling Jimmy back by his collar. Joan snapped out if it and walked to her bunk, along with Peg. They sat down together and read the news paper from our town.

"Cherie, come here." Johnnie called out. He patted a spot next to
him. I had nothing better to do, so
I sat. "Ever hear of Sex Pistols?"

"I've heard of them, but I've never listened to them."

My mom would play music on her record player, but never and rock music. It was 50's music, from when she was a teenager. She said it was her "gold times" I got into it, just by the beat. And the Joan came back from her friends house and told me all about a band called Cheap Trick. She snuck me over there and I remember hearing them play on her record player. I was in love. Mom never liked playing it, but she bought me the record. And I was as happy as could be.

"Here, they're really good." Johnnie slipped the head phones onto my head and over my ears.
I listened to them, and again, as I did with Cheap Trick. I listened for hours and I slowly shut my eyes, as they felt heavy. I leaned my head back onto Johnnie's leather jacket, as he was asleep too. It was a good night.