"Artemis come on! Hurry up or Zeus will kick our butts!" A female yelled at the blonde as he put on his shirt, if you could even call it that. The fabric was ripped to show the outline of bones, or where they would be, on his body and showed off his skin. His spiked collar was a bit loose on his neck, but the same couldn't be said for his brown skinny jeans that went just below his curvy and skinny hips.
"Zeus wouldn't kick our asses." He rolled his eyes, ruffling his hair up a bit more with gloved hands, making his green highlighted tips stand as if spiked.
"This is our first performance at a competition, yes he will. Now let's go!"
"I'm coming Athena, God." He sighed and opened the bedroom door, walking out and towards the van where their instruments were packed.
Arthur "Artemis" Kirkland smiled as if he was the luckiest man in the world. The punk and his band were in a battle of the bands, the first one they've been in. They usually performed in other places like cafes or bars-even if some of them weren't the legal age to get in-and even at a local high school.
His band consisted of five people: himself, Omega "Athena" Di Angelo, Christian "Zeus" Lopez, Walter "Ares" Goodman, and Joy "Aphrodite" White. Why the Greek aliases? They all love the mythology. They formed a friendship over a single project about Greece and it's myths when they performed one of them for their class. Which one? The myth of Eros and Psyche, though more PG.
Arthur, despite not being named after the King God but instead one of his daughters of all people, was the lead. He played lead guitar and sang lead. Omega was back up guitar and minimal vocals. Joy did bass and sang sometimes. Christian played the drums, and only sang sometimes. Walter was a bass too, and never sang.
They made a perfect group in their eyes.
Arthur snapped out of his thoughts when Omega poked him.
"You nervous? I heard you invited your boyfriend." She snickered.
Arthur glared. "He's not my boyfriend." Yet, he thought to himself.
Alfred F. Jones, the source of his misery. He's written a lot of songs about that handsome, blue eyed, idiotic, pain in the neck, wanker.
But he couldn't perform them at the concert, they had to do covers at these events.
"Is he going?"
"He said he would."
"Cool."
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"Everyone please give it up for 'Greek Anthem'!" The announcer yelled into his mic as the group stepped on stage.
Arthur had his guitar in his hands ready. He looked out into the crowd briefly before he started.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, your bad romance"
Arthur couldn't help the sensual vocals and looks he gave the crowd, giving an almost erotic feel to what they played. His band used to him turning their performances sexy, so they just continued without fail.
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RANDOM DRAFTS OF BOOKS I'LL NEVER MAKE
DiversosSo I have these drafts of books I'm probably not even going to write(if any of you do want to write them then you can, I dunno, ask ig), so like, enjoy I guess...and some are connected too
