Voodoo

Entry #20: Excerpt 1

I get on the stage with the band, while Malorie introduces us.

"All the way from Los Angeles, it's the Colors!" I smile, and the band waves. "We have Mr. Alex Carter, Ms. Rose Fischbach," the boys holler from their seats, while Nate blows me a kiss, "Mr. Jadon Marks, Ms. May Allen, and Mr. Chris Allen!" The crowd goes nuts, Jadon and Alex looking at me. We huddle as a group, and talk.

"How'd you get us to come all the way over here again?"

"Free trip, I'm here for Mark, Seán, Felix, Nate, and Ken, and we get publicity. What more can you ask for?" May gets nervous.

"Uhm, there's a dude at Chris' one o'clock that's just about black out drunk." We subtlety turn, and she's right. He's wasted.

"He'll be a problem. Just remember. Keep going if one of us has to take care of him. And if he doesn't do it willingly, stop the music. Who takes care of him?" We all groan.

"I vote Rose. You've got family and friends to support you. Just saying." Alex gives me a look.

"They'd help any of you as well." I point out.

"You brought us here. I say from now on, Rose gets drunk patrol. Besides, you kick some major ass." Jadon says to me, making me groan.

"What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?" I give him a look.

"You know what we're talking about. You grew up with boys. You know how to make them bend to your will."

"Not really."

"Just do it!" Alex whisper yells, and I groan.

"I guess." We turn around and face the crowd, starting our set.

We get to our last song in our set, when he decides to make a move.

"Hello, it's me
I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet
To go over everything
They say that time's supposed to heal ya
But I ain't done much healing." He gets up, wobbles, and moves towards the table with the boys. I make the sign, and they get on guard.

"Hello, can you hear me
I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be
When we were younger and free
I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet." He punches Nate, when I jump off the stage, onto a table, and punch him back.

"Nate, you okay?" I ask, looking him over.

"Yeah, I'll probably have a black eye on my beautiful face." He 'sobs', and I roll my eyes.

"Okay, Drama King, stand back." I tell him, and face this drunk.

"Damn, princess." For a drunk, he can talk very well. He probably does this on multiple occasions. Just saying. "For a girl, a pretty one at that, you've got a punch."

"You hit my boyfriend. I'm going to get a little mad." I growl, and push him back. "Leave. Now."

"And who's going to make me, princess?" He grins. He grabs my wrist. "I'll leave if you come with me." I unleash my wrist from his gravely hand, and glare at him.

"You're way too drunk. Leave. Or go back to your seat." I order, not in the mood.

"Make me." He offers, opening his arms. I push him again, where he grabs my waist. "Gotcha, princess." I growl, kick his chest, and flip backwards to get out of his grip.

"All you have is your drink. Now leave." I say with authority, meaning business.

"You gonna force me?" He sasses back.

"Nobody asked for that sass, bitch. I'm forcing you out. Before you hurt anyone." He grabs me again, and grins.

"I know where I can force you." I make a face, kick him there, kick his face, and make him let me go.

"That's just nasty." I remark, and he yells. He charges, and makes a dive for me. I jump, kick him in the head, and then land on his back, sending him to the ground. I grab his arm, and twist it around his back, making him cry out. "You done being a bitch?" He nods. "Good. Leave." He nods again, and I let him go, with him running as fast as his fat legs can take him. The crowd cheers, and Malorie comes over to me.

"Nobody has gotten him to leave like that! He usually forces a girl to leave with him, and does some nasty things with her." I make a face.

"Ew. But he needs to be taught a lesson. And he hit my dramatic boyfriend here." Nate wraps his arms around my waist, and picks me up, kissing my cheek.

"My hero!" He puts me down, and I give a look to Malorie.

"See?" We all laugh, and she lets the band go. The boys and May go to the hotel, promising to see me tomorrow, while Nate, Mark, Seán, Ken, and Felix want to go out on the town. I tag along, just for the hell of it.

Which is a mistake.

Because all they can talk about is the battle between me and Drunkie.

And that is the first excerpt my friends! It is about NateWantsToBattle, but you know, I'm going to finish some others before I even start on Nate's. If you want to know who I'm talking about, go to YouTube and go watch a video! He does do music videos, but he has another channel for his let's plays. I believe it's NateWantsToBattle - 2nd Channel.... anyways.... gonna leave on that note.

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