At My Worst ( a Nicholas Matthews story)

My Hate Alone Could Rot Your Bones

When I got to our rehearsal warehouse, I was still pissed off. I got out of my car, grabbing all of the stuff I had just boughten. I walked in and saw that everyone was already there. Dan was setting up his drum set. Johnny and Adam were playing riffs. And Lloyd was tuning his bass.

"Hey!" Lloyd greeted. "Do you need help with that?"

"I got it." i answered. I guess I sounded upset.

"What's wrong?" Lloyd asked.

"Nothing" I lied. Everyone got quiet then turned to me. "What?"

"We're not buying that bull shit, talk" Johhny said.

"I'm fine. Everything is ok. There's nothing to talk about. Let's just start, ok?" I snapped.

Johnny sighed, "Fine"

"Ok, So what's our song setlist?" I asked.

"Well we are obviously ending with Sarcasm." Lloyd answered, "That's it. That's all we've got."

"Well what do our fans like the most?" Dan asked.

"Whore" Johnny replied.

"So let's add it." I said. Lloyd rolled his eyes. "What?"

"I'm just tired of having to play that song" he said irritatingly.

"What's wrong with it?" i asked, getting agitated. How do you get tired of your own songs? What's next he's tired of Sarcasm?

"Nothing. We've just played it too many times"

"Ugh Whatever."

"Let's move on shall we?" Johnny suggested, trying to keep the peace, "we all like Mess, don't we?"

"Yeah." we all answered.

After deciding on our songs and their order we started rehearsing them. We're playing Voodoo, Fail, Mess, Whore, Wrong, You Are What You Are, Screaming, Moving, Hate, Lock the Doors, Deepest Cut, and Sarcasm. We've already gone through a run through of Voodoo and Fail.

"I'm the best kind of mess" I sand for the last time in the song. I didn't get enough breathe in to sing the full note, I ended up stopping within a second or two.

"Nick, try holding out the last note a little longer." Lloyd told me.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" i answered back.

"Sorry."

"Whatever let's just move on to Whore" i said.

"You! Do you know that bad girls go to hell?" Johnny said, imitating the intro.

Half way through the song, I could tell Lloyd was starting to hit the wrong notes.

"Lloyd, try hitting the right notes" I mocked. Lloyd flipped me off.

"Ok We're taking a break!" Johnny suggested.

"We haven't even finished the fourth song" I said.

"I don't care. We're taking a break" Johnny insisted. I didn't sit down or even put my microphone down, and Lloyd didn't set his bass down. "You, put the damn mic down!" he demanded as he pointed at me then pointed to Brad, "Put the Bass down."

I grabbed a monster, then sat down next to Johnny, away from Lloyd. Why am I being such a jerk? I know i'm pissed off because of Lexus, but why am I taking it out on my friend?

"Try getting the lyrics right." Lloyd muttered as he got up, probably to get a drink.

"Fuck off! I haven't gone over the lyrics in a year!" i shouted. "What's your excuse to not playing your fucking bass correctly!?!"

"Same as yours"

"Why? cuz you replaced me?!" I yelled.

"I'm not the one who decided to leave for a slut of a girlfriend" he said, coldly. I got up from my chair and pushed him. He pushed me back. We started throwing punches. Lloyd hit me in the face as I hit him in the gut. I grabbed his t shirt, tugging on it as he got a grip of my hair. Johnny Dan and Adam were quick on their feet and tried to separate us. Johnny wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me away, while Adam did the same to Lloyd. Dan stood in the middle to block any punches we would try to throw.

Johnny turned me around so I would face him. "Outside now!" I followed him outside. He's acting like a mom. Then again I'm acting like a child. "Sit the fuck down" I did as told.