A Spontaneous Fate

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

             “Get up, Show,” somebody mumbled to me, I groaned and hid myself under my blanket. I loved this bed, it was so comfy. I slowly began to drift back to sleep. “Show, I am going to count to three and if you don’t get out of this bed you are out of the band." Shit.

              I flew out of bed at the sound of Mason’s threat. I was fully awake then and the first thing I saw was Mason’s face, smirking.

              I growled out, “Wipe that smirk off your face.” I brushed passed him and went downstairs to hunt for some food.  I pulled out some milk and cookies for my breakfast but Mason snatched the milk and cookies before I could eat or drink any of it. “Hey,” I whined, “I was going to eat that.”

             Mason took a bite of the cookie and replied, “To bad, Cookies are not good for a teenager and Milk will curdle your stomach, which will make you sound like shit.”

             I grumbled. “I’m 19 and the last time I checked I was a legal adult.” I turned around to grab orange juice but, again Mason stalked up to me and snatched the orange juice out of my hands. “What the hell Mason?”

            He rolled his eyes at me. “Do you know anything? No orange juice either. It will form flem in the back of your throat."

             I crossed my arms. “Fine. Then what can I eat and drink?” He reached into the fridge and handed me an apple and water. “Are you serious?”

             “Yes, now be a good girl and get ready. We have practice.” Mason once again smirked at me as I left the kitchen complaining. I ate my apple and drank my water because…well, I was hungry. After I threw on a Skater dress and put my hair in a pony tail. I didn’t bother with shoes since we were going to be practicing inside.

              Mason was waiting outside my door and quirked an eyebrow. “Did you even attempt to get ready?”  I stuck my tongue at him and he mumbled what a child I was. He walked down the end of the hallway and I stared around confused.

              “Uh, what are we doing?” I asked. Mason stepped forward and jumped above us, pulling down a ladder. I mouth made an “O” at the awesomeness of the ladder. I’ve never been in an attic. My house had such high ceilings that it was impossible to even have an attic.

               “Are you going to just stand there or what?” Mason called down to me. I hurriedly climbed up the ladder after him.  What I saw was cool; there were no other words to describe it. The attic had a gigantic circular window that let the early-morning sun in. There was an old, well broken in red leather couch, an orange lamp and 60s rug that covered most of the wooden floor. The best part of all was the guy’s instruments just waiting to be played. “If you would stop gawking then maybe we could start,” Mason said sounding irritated.

                Of course, I didn’t want to get the princess mad so we began practice.

                “Amelia, how many times do I have to tell you? You are to stiff,” Mason yelled at me once again. Let’s just say that practice was not going well. Every five minutes Mason was nagging me. You’re flat, you’re to sharp, look alive, you just played the wrong note again (he has began teaching me how to play guitar), and the list went on and on. I rolled my eyes at him.

              It was my turn to yell at him. “Then why don’t you show me what you want. You keep yelling and yelling at me and you are not telling me how to fix anything. I am trying here.” I turned away from him to hide my anger.