Marilyn's POV:
I didn't sleep a second last night.
I don't know why, as nothing was on my mind, nothing I'm sure of.
I guess I ended up just listening to everyone breathe away while I drummed my fingertips over my other arm.
10am and I should probably get ready. Twiggy was already up in the kitchen nibbling away at something. Either he couldn't sleep or he was shit scared of me throwing a tantrum if he wasn't up by ten.
The rest of the boys were just waking up, so I wasn't too concerned about them.
We have another show tomorrow. Very similar to the one we played last night, same set list, same set up. But I guess that's something else we have to discuss.
"Alright boys, grab a beer and sit down, we need to talk" I yelled clearly.
I pulled out the box of beers we had bought yesterday from the fridge and placed it onto the countertop, ripping apart the top and grabbing a bottle.
I sat down on one of the stools by the small table and cracked open the beer with my ring.
It wasn't long until I was joined by the rest of the band, all pressing their lips to the the rim of the bottles.
"Alright men.." I spoke. Looking at each and every one of them. Their attention was all on me.
"I do realise we've only recently come into the music industry, and we've only just been signed onto the Nothing records.."
What I was saying was of serious matter. What I wanted to say will definitely seem somewhat queer to their ears, but they'll eventually understand.
"..and Smells Like Children will be out in a few days. But this is something I've wanted since the Spooky Kids" I smiled.
"We're lacking a few things gentlemen" I lifted my beer up and touched it to my lips, taking a small mouthful.
Everybody had their own ideas about what we may be lacking, but none of them spoke up. Either too eager to hear what else I have to say, or shit scared of what I might do if they interrupt me.
Their eyes were wide and hungry for more, and so I spoke again.
"We need to draw more."
I looked at all of them once more.
"..more fear"
Daisy sighed.
"Aren't we already drawing enough attention to ourselves? Let alone fear? I mean, we're already getting die hard Christians and Brethrens protesting on the media, hell we even had some last night-"
I put up my index finger and he shut his mouth with a click.
"We need more than to just stand against society and to project anarchy through our lyrics"
"Then how?" Twiggy asked and I glanced at him briefly. His head cocked to the side in a questionable manner.
"We need to put in whatever it is that'll get our message across. I don't think I need to explain what it is"
They all nodded. I then began to speak what I really came to talk about.
"You all know Zim" I said firstly, watching every one of them.
The mention of Timothy's name made them all look up attentively
"He will be joining the band" I spoke, my tone becoming a little more harsh and assertive.
They all beamed. Smiles and little whispers of joy, Ginger even threw his head back and whispered a 'yes' quietly.
"Unfortunately that means one of you is leaving" I smiled at their faces that just dropped. Especially Twiggy's. The poor thing just looked down at his feet, shuffling them every now and then.
With that I got up and left.
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