Radio Peace

Chap. 1/ Part 1

Part One

    Chapter One

       Aspasia Everwood          

               “Jada. Jada. Jada. Jada! JADA! Must we do this every morning?!” I yelled as I shook my best friend Jada from her coffin.

                              “Morning?” Jada moaned, “It’s twelve in the afternoon!”

                              “Same difference. It’s like morning, for us. It is morning for us. Get up!”

                              By saying for us, I meant for Radio Peace. Jada rolled out of her coffin like bunk, and I went to sit in the booth with the guys. The window, for once, was open. Gas and smoke was seeping through, making me feel a bit less clean. The cars rushing by made me smile. It was always so fun to look out the window, and see a kid or two glancing around. When they saw you they were generally surprised, and they would shake their sisters awake so that they could see us. If you didn’t catch on yet, we don’t live in a house. Or a complex. Or a town home. Jada (singer, my best friend of about three years. If you saw us together, you would think we’ve been best friends of life!), Joey (guitarist, is like my best guy friend. I’m not that close to him, like as close to him as I am to Jada, but we can tell each other anything!), Cruise (bassist, it seems like I have known him forever, but I really haven’t. We’re both really hot headed, but that doesn’t mean together we can’t just chill. He knows everything about me, and that REALLY isn’t a good thing.), Castello (rhythm guitar, is like my brother from another mother. There is not much to say about him. He has some trust issues and he’s kind of serious, but that is besides the point), Vince (drummer, is my BEST guy friend. I can tell him anything and he’ll listen. I remember when we were first starting out as a band, and we didn’t have a drummer. He said, “I’ll be your drummer, when I learn to play the drums!” And then he went home and learned. And now he’s a drumming genius!), and I (also a singer, WOOT!) live in a tour bus. Heh, yeah. Betcha didn’t see that coming! We designed it to look exactly like the Paramore bus, our hero bus (you have to see their bus on YouTube. Except we added a room in the back for the manager. We call it the Hippie Machine, and tried to convince our technical manager to let us paint the outside with peace signs and flowers. He didn’t let us.). 

                              “Aspasia, aren’t you hungry?” asked Vince in pure confusion.

                              “Meh, can’t complain,” upon this, I opened our mini fridge and popped a toaster strudel in the toaster (in case you were wondering, it was Boston Crème Pie flavored. If you were wondering), “what are we doing today?”

                              “I don’t know, it hasn’t come through yet,” said Cruise, fiddling with a soda can.

                              “Go fishing beoutch!” shouted Castello, throwing a card into the table between him and Joey.

                              I laughed. Aw. This was the life.

                              “What city are we even in?” asked Jada, popping a raspberry into her mouth and sitting cross legged on the sofa. When Castello saw the raspberries in her lap, he immediately snatched them and popped a few into his mouth.

                              “I don’t know,” we all said at once.

                              This was our morning schedule. In fewer, more, or varied words, we said the same things every morning. I wake up Jada, I eat, we wait for our schedule, and we wonder where we are. Sure, not too glamorous. But, hey, nothing too bad, eh?