A tall, lanky figure walks down the street.
Hair sticking out in random directions, arms hanging limp and feet stumbling along. A car passes, shining its headlights in the persons face. The driver stares at the person open-mouthed. Another car going in the other direction honks loudly. The driver slams on the breaks and the figure looks up.
Well, he looks up.
He has blonde hair. Real blonde hair. They cover half of his face. His clothing is plain. A white faded hoodie, dark blue jeans. But his eyes is what shocked the driver. They are a strange glowing red.
A grin comes on his handsome features.
"Well, what do we have here?" A girl asks. She is leaning against a nearby lightpost. Her pink hair floats around her. Static.
Another girl stands beside her. This one is queit.
The pink-haired girl stands up and begins walking toward him. "Thought you could run from us?"
The driver from earlier looks up. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Looking in her rear-view mirror, she realizes who they are. Quickly, she reaches into her purse. The three of them are 'hoodlums'.
Earlier on the news, a trio of reckless teenagers were seen vandilizing the statue in the middle of town. The statue had been there for years, a momument to the founder of the tiny town. The driver calls the police.
The boys eyes widen as he rememebers who these girls are. The two girls from earlier. "What do you want?"
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Day and Night Inc.
RandomI am trying to tell the story of a band. How it got formed. What it had to go through. And all its torn and frayed pages, and the beauty of it all. Cheesy description, but just roll with it.
