My Chemical Romance

So this is my first story, please don't be to harsh!  Please comment! :)

As I walked down the hallway with the secretary, I felt the butterfly’s in my stomach start to crawl their way up my chest.  The lady with the clipboard and Blue Tooth was leading me to the meeting room where I would be meeting my new band. I had been waiting for this moment for months. The recording studio finally found a band with an open slot.

When I began to learn guitar, I didn’t plan on becoming famous, or even joining a band. That was until I got into my high school band and was later discovered by one of the recording company’s scouts, but that’s a story for another time. I couldn’t tell if I was more anxious, scared, or about to pass out. I mean what if I got stuck in a band that was doomed to fail….or a band that hated me? What if they were a bunch of pervs or weirdos? If I get stuck with druggies, the deal is off. All I know about this band is that they are in need of a guitarist after their’s bailed for a more popular band and the notes that I have to play. I wouldn’t be too surprised if these guys already hated my guts since I’m the replacement.

Before I had time to chicken out the secretary opened the door at the end of the hallway. Inside the room was a long office table with a bunch of chairs, but only 4 of the seats were filled. I stepped in the room and walked over to where my manager was sitting. I pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.

I really hated my manager. He’s a classic salesman that made your skin crawl with every fake smile. He not too hot for me either since I never buy into any of his garbage deals. Once I’m in a band, he is gone.

I looked across the table where the three boys sat in awe.  The one on the left had longish hair with square glasses, which made him look pretty adorable. His green eyes stared back at me like I had two heads which I didn’t appreciate. The one next to him had dyed red hair that hung around his face like it hadn’t been combed in days. He was giving the manager a stare that said “Seriously? A girl?” The final guy on the right had flat ironed blonde hair that draped over one eye. With one look at me he threw his head back and started laughing as if I had just told the funniest joke in the world. So as you can imagine, he was laughing pretty hard. I gave him a dirty look but before I could muster up a comeback for the blonde he said “We need a guitarist, not a cheerleader.” and the others started to giggle at his sarcastic comment. Anyone can tell that I’m not a cheerleader. Cheerleaders are my mortal enemies. I have almost black hair that spins out in wild curls. I have pale skin with some scattered freckles across my face. I don’t exactly wear prep clothes either. So obviously, I’m not a straightened hair blonde, skirt wearing, cheer chanting, airhead that flirts with every boy I see, cheerleader.

I looked at my manager and said “I asked for a band, not a freak show.” The laughing stopped and my manager smiled at me. It almost looked real, but not quite.

“This is the only band without a guitarist, Eva. And this is the only guitarist who’s able to handle Pete’s part.” A scowl formed on their faces as Pete, the traitor I’m assuming, was mentioned. The boy with red hair ran his fingers threw his hair and sighed loudly.

“Let’s see what she can do.” I smiled because I know I can handle anything they throw at me. I know everyone of their songs, which don’t sound half bad either. I figured that they wouldn’t let me in unless I actually knew what to play. The manager whipped out his phone and was done texting before I could even think twice about it. Moments later, someone busted in the door with a guitar and a small pocket amp in hand. I stood up and took the guitar and amp from him, and he left without a word. I put the guitar strap over my shoulder and plugged the amp in. I adjusted the strings as the boys consulted on what I was to play first. Radish, that’s the name I gave the kid with the unnatural red hair, looked at me with a cocky smile and said