Silently I Wait

Battle of the Bands

I just finished band practice with my little brother, Mike, and now I'm pacing back and forth in the kitchen, worrying about the battle of the bands tomorrow. My vocals weren't quite there during the entire practice, and my rhythm to Mike's beat was off by a lot. I just know I'm gonna blow it. No one's gonna see the full potential of our little two-guy band if I can't hit my goddamn notes the right way.

"Dude, are you alright?" I heard Mike ask as the door opened.

"Yeah. Yeah? Yeah. I'm just thinkin'" I said back, shaking my head a little bit.

"Dude, you look like you're gonna have a seizure. Chill the fuck down and have a beer."

He walked to the fridge and retrieved a beer for him and a beer for me, then sat in front of me and slid my beer across the table towards me.

"Tell me what's up dude. You've been stressing a lot lately. Are you really okay?" Mike asked, flipping the can tab backwards to open his beer.

I stared down at one spot on the table for a little amount of time, then gathered my thoughts, "It's just...." I paused.

"It's just what?!" Mike said, raising his tone slightly.

"It's just. We need to make it, Mike. We need to win B-O-T-B for a chance of getting somewhere...If we don't, where are we going to go? All I want to do is travel the world and play shows in front of thousands of fans at once. That's all I want. Thousands of kids yelling my lyrics back at me...It will be paradise. Well, it would be paradise, but I can't get a control of my fucking notes." I said, then looked back at the spot on the table

"So. Let me get this straight. You're upset because you can't hit your notes, and you think that will cost us winning Battle of the Bands?  Listen, Vic. Even if we don't win, people will see us preform. Even if we don't get the majority vote, some people in the crowd will like us, and tell their friends about us, their family members, their boyfriend/girlfriend...Vic, you just have to be more positive. "Losing" Battle of the Bands isn't a big deal. Trust me, man. We got this." Mike said with a smile on his face.

"Why can't I be as positive as you?" I asked.

"I don't know... Wanna smoke a blunt?" Mike said, laughing now.

"I don't see why not."

"Ahh, so this is how I need to cheer you up from now on.." He said with a smirk.

"You just shut the fuck up." I said back, having a laughing undertone as I spoke.

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"Okay, so, do you think that ant's have like wives and children and shit? Like, you know what I'm saying?" Mike asked.

"I mean, their just ant's, dude. Like. Don't they kinda just fuck, and make babies, then go die? Well, now that I think about it....shit. They do live in those mound things. Is it like a monarchy in there?"

"Bees are the one's with a fucking monarchy. Dude, the queen bee finds a bee, fucks it, and then it dies. That's some hardcore shit, man." He blabbered on.

"That did not explain how bees have a monarchy."

"I thought I said Queen Bee" He asked.

"Oh! I thought you meant Beyonce" I laughed.

"You thought I said that Beyonce fucks a bee and it dies because she fucked it?" He asked amazed

"Oh...yeah...I see your point now." I cowered.

"What were we talking about?"

I laughed and sat back in my chair, looking at the stars. Mike did the same, and our surroundings became silent.