Closet Rocker

Closet Rocker Chapter 9

Chapter Nine:

Okay guys, if you missed it, I will repeat it. THERE IS NO LEX, AND KITTY’S MOM IS IN THE PICTURE. Yup. I have no idea what I was thinking with having three guitarists. I mean, they’re not Radiohead or anything. So, here is an update! Yay! I get kind of, well, thought-y, in this one. I blame in on Explosions In the Sky, mostly. Thanks for reading! Vote, Comment, Fan, whatever the hell you want to do. Have a good one, my Groupies.

There is this theory I have; I’ve actually had it for a long time. It may not make sense if you don’t understand, if you haven’t felt it. But I know deep, deep down it’s true. Everyone’s soul, well, thrums. Yes, thrums. We all thrum on different levels and frequencies, and some things out there can match that, and that makes the world beautiful. I mean, have you ever read a really good book, and a certain lines hits you, makes your chest tight, and you stop reading for a second to just sit there and soak in it? That’s you soul, thrumming with the frequency of your book.

Or have you ever seen a painting, or a drawing, whatever, and your breath just leaves you, and your fingers itch to run along the strokes. Yup, you got it, it’s your thrum. The thrum that I’m more in tuned with is that of music.

The vibrations, the sound, and the way my body turns to liquid with each strong strum and beat. How you can feel the emotions, the power that flows through you, grounding the bottoms of your feet to the ground. Yes, my soul is thrumming right now, keeping time with me as I caress my four strings, the thrumming of the rest of the band on the same level as mine. We were all feeling it, the life that we were creating with the music making it dance between us.

If my parents were to hear me now, they would think me mad. Which they would probably be correct in their assumptions, but that is neither here nor there. Well, they wouldn’t believe I’m doing anything I’m doing right now. They wouldn’t understand. But, just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so, right? I’m sure they have felt it before, I’m sure everyone has, but not anymore. Not like I do. Not with this song.

Mace and I started it off, him keeping up a steady beat on the snare, and I was really and truly shredding it. It took me a while to feel confident enough to sing and keep up the rhythm, but once I felt I could do both, I started to sing.

“Wind yourself, wind yourself tightly to me! Drag yourself, nostalgia, we’re ready to leave!” Proud that I managed to hold it together, I grinned at Sloan, who hadn’t started playing yet.

“We’ll ride this; we’ll ride this, easily. We’ll ride this, we’ll ride this, surely,” we sang together as he gathered himself up, and I launched into the next part of the lyrics.

“Pedal me closer, I promise you’ll never look, back, down,” Hends and Sloan eased themselves into it, and then suddenly, with Mace, they exploded into action, causing shivers to go up my spine with the raw power that was held behind the music.

“Taken time, two ends are starting to tie! We drained it all, it’s friction, it’s skinning us hard!” Sloan and I sang the beginning of the chorus together, smiling as we all realized that this is what it’s all about, this adrenaline and the flutter of your heart beneath your ribcage that wants to be free so it would be closer to the music.