In The End

4: This Isn't a Telenovela!

Before I say anything, a girl with dark auburn hair struts up to the stage, a man with wild hair an a scraggly beard in tow. Others follow too, but these to stand out the most.
"Hey there, I'm Juliet, and this is my brother Tommy. We were in a band called Automatic Loveletter, and this is some of our songs. Hope you all enjoy." The girl pushes her hair away with a long manicure and tattooed finger, before reaching over and grabbing a guitar, handing it to the man with the scraggly beard. Suddenly, a beautiful melody rings out, and her raspy voice starts the song:

"Here I lay in my bed
Wondering how you are and where you've been.
I've got scratches on my hand from the guy begging for attention
Your memory on my lips from the other night when you kissed them
Play me subtle and crass.
Broken heart lending a cast of fire.
And you see the clash.
I wasn't prepared for this.
You took a ten second count, count on a New Years kiss"
Everybody sits, completely captivated by the song. It's harmony seems to be its lifeline, it's reason for being, and the guitar is the pulse. My spell is broken when Andrew fluffing Biersack--in case you don't understand how big of a deal this is that he's even breathing in my direction--- tightens his hold on me. I blush. What do I do in a situation like this? Knee him? Well that's kind of hard in this situation. Plus, I'm kind of in love with him. But you know how it is, only a little bit. It's not like I know his birthday, height, age, and the name of his first band....I'm going to venture down the path of a different idea now.
     Lean into his embrace? Okay that just sounds like those soap operas, like the one Jensen Ackles from Supernatural was in. Wow, that man might be he only person who could one up this moment. The point is, this isn't a telenovela, Blade, God! And stop talking to yourself!
I shake my head, and continue to just sit here, on my idol's lap, like an awkward plucked chicken. Yes, that's how bad this is. Well not bad, since I've been dreaming about this since I was fourteen and he was
Seventeen. But---
Okay, I'm pretty sure he's playing with my hair.
I'm freaking out I'm freaking out I'm freaking out I'm---
"Blade! Why're you sittin' around?! I'm not paying you ten bucks an hour for you to sit on your bum!"
"Chill, Mick, I'm on it!" I respond immediately, earning a grunt from my boss. I quickly scramble out of Andy's hold and run towards the kitchen, his laughter following me.

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I sigh, bringing out the two cups of water for the girl and her brother. They took their first break, and I figure they're tired. When I get out there, I see Juliet having a heated discussion with Andy. As I get closer, I hear her exclaim, "--m not here for your backhanded compliments, so you can take your rockstar butt off your high horse!" Before she storms over the her "stage."
I sigh, and trot towards her, hesitantly clearing my throat. Tommy's eyes snap from his guitar to me, and smiles when he sees the water. He sighs in relief, plopping the guitar in its case before graciously taking the extended water.
Walking over to Juliet, who seems to be trying to calm down, I tap her on the shoulder and say, "I-I thought you might be thirsty." She slowly turns to me, and gently takes the cup from me. "Thanks," she says, a smile gracing her lips. I notice her lips ring, and say, "that looks pretty fresh. I'd say, maybe three weeks? I got mine done a few years back. Two, maybe?"
  She gasps. "Really? Oh my god! Can you give me tips? I feel like a bull dog and it hurts like a bi-!"
    "Witch," I correct. She gives me a weird look, as does her brother, who decided to tune in when Juliet cheered up a bit.
    "Huh?"
    "Witch. Why say that word, when witch sounds so much cleaner and nicer...well, nice-ish?" With that she busts out laughing and says, "I have a feeling I'm going to like you," while her brother starts out with saying, "what the fu--"
   "Fluff!" I sing-say loudly, making both of them laugh.
   "You're pretty cool. What's your name?" Tommy asks.
   "I'm Blade," I say, a toothy grin of triumph and a happy mood that originates from no potty mouths surrounds me. "Oh, and about the Lip ring, I could write a few tips down if you'd like,"
   "I'd love you forever," she exclaims, and I giggle, rolling my eyes.
    "So what'd you think so far of our stuff?" He asks, and I smile.
    "I like that it's mostly acoustic, but still has that grungy, rocker feeling. It's chill. I actually love it."
    "Well, Ju Ju here has an audition with the new show, you know? The voice." Her brother says this with proudness dripping from his voice, and slings an arm around Juliet's shoulder. She rolls her eyes and blushes.
   "Stop, Tommy. It's not a big deal."
   "Of course it is! It's your chance to make it big! Bigger if you're already big!" I hearten, and she smiles.
   "Thanks," she tells me. 
    "No problem! Now I've got to go now, duty calls, but here's my number if you guys need anything," I say, scribbling it down, along with my name and a few lip ring tips, and placing it in Tommy's guitar case.
   "We'll definitely be in touch! Bye, Blade!" Juliet calls, and I walk back towards the kitchen.

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I'm finally able to clean up the Mac N' Cheese that I'd slipped on, and start to when a man comes over and quickly does it for me. I choke down my annoyance. Like, for real, dude? I was literally about to do that. I got to the mess first, OKEH?! Besides, in the one who made the mess worse by nearly planting my face in the stuff and smearing it all over the floor.
"I'm so sorry you slipped on my daughter's food. Ski can be and angel, but it's quite obvious that she could also be a little devil." Oooooohhhh. That's why he did my job. Hmp. I was still going to get that, thank you very much.
    "It's oka---" I glance up at the man, and freeze. dropping the dusting pan I was holding, I sputter out, "you--- y-you--Culp---Flyleaf---bang bang pshhhhhh----GAH!!!"
I fly up and point down at the man, who is still squatting and has an amused expression painted onto his face. "James Culpepper!"
    After a few seconds of silence, he throws his head back and laughs. "B-bang bang p-pssssssSssssHhhhh?" He lets out, almost falling in the goo that the Cheesy pasta left over while laughing. I groan and hide my face in my hands.
Why am I such a nut?

For those of you who didn't read the newest publish on Rebel Love Song, I hit 1k on that story! Thank you all for reading it, and I hope you enjoy this story as much as you did that, if not more!

Byes!!!