Oooooooooo......we are soooo fucked. No one else could fuck up more than we did right now.
You see, I'm the bass player of Mike Krol's band. The names' (y/n). I just fucked up the set so bad not even a dog can make such a mess.
The amplifier's busted, there's shit everywhere, the microphone got water damage, and there's a giant hole in the wall (thanks to Mike driving drunk not long ago).
The show is gonna start tonight. Mike is in bed from driving drunk and is probably not going to be able to sing because of his future hangover.
While attempting to clean the shit mess, me and the band had a vote on whoever would sing for the show tonight.
And of
Fucking
Course.
I was the one who had the most votes.
"But (y/n) you have such a pretty voice!" whined Jerry, the guitarist. "No way! You guys know that I can't sing so why bother? I'll just ruin the show." You yelled as you had a flashback of your childhood. "Do too!" "Do not!" "Do too!" "Do not!" "Do-"
SLAM
"WILL YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?!? (Y/N) YOU'RE SINGING, OUR VOTES SAID SO NOW GO PRACTICE!!!!!! JERRY COME HELP ME MOP THE FLOOR!!!!"
Furiously yelled Issac, the buff one and percussionist of the group. "Dude you fucking punched a hole in the wall again" I calmly stated before going in the cigarette scented van to go practice on the vocals.
And so I went to go practice the lyrics and we rehearsed 3 times as per usual before the show started.
And hour before the show starts and everything was magically fixed and cleaned.
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-Pearls p.o.v-
Ugh, we finally made it to the stupid show. I can see the house's garage filled with lights and such and a crowd is surrounding it. Then suddenly I hear a voice that's music to my ears.
"Hows it goin' people of Ocean Town?!" The crowd sounds confused even one person yelled " Where's Mike!?!". "I'm sorry but Mike won't be able to make it to the show he's resting 'cuz of a little accident." I go near the voice, curiosity the only thing in my mind as of who this person is. Ignoring Steven and amethyst's protest I make it to the back of the crowd.
As I got near the voice I finally saw who it was. A human who had (h/l) (h/c) hair and beautiful (s/c) skin that shone in the spotlight. They had a few piercings but I'm going to have to ask that other human bout' that. Wait....WAIT... The other human is here?!? She was by the door on her human tech device doing stars know what. A guy approached her and kissed her on the cheek. I didn't wanna interrupt them so I put my focus back on the show. The human was singing a song that involved stars and...burning light so I can follow them home?
Honestly human music is weird...but I've heard weirder.
The human finished the song and they glanced at me so I turned my attention to something else.
-(y/n)'s p.o.v-
So funny story, this really pretty lady was staring at me while I was singing. She had a pretty cool jacket that yells 'I just outran the police'. She was also accompanied with a small child and a small pale haired woman with purple tinted skin?????? Honestly I'm more concerned with the child at a +18 rock show or something. I must've had a mischievous grin on my face when I went to go whisper to the other band members about what the next song should be. So I told Jerry and he told Issac they both gave me a thumbs up when they were ready and so the song started.
We sung 'this is the news' and every time I sung the chorus I always stared at the pretty lady to see her face and she was obviously flustered, and I don't even know her.
~~~time skip after the show~~~
After the show we were gonna put everything away, so I asked Issac to put my stuff away, I explained to him that I needed to talk to someone important so he agreed and put my stuff away. Now that's outta the way ima go talk to that random lady that stared at me during the show.
If I gather up the courage of course.
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