"I was walking through the trees, sailboats wish that they were stars,
And I was swimming through the sea, cause they don't know who they are."
Dylan and Brielle helped Louis and I carry the keyboards and guitars to our garage to stat rehearsing on Sailboats. If you're wondering why we had Sailboats prepared, it's because of our band name, 'Pilgrimage of Paperplanes'. Yes, we are aware that it sounds really sophisticated and stuff like that when we're the totally the opposite.
The meaning behind the band name is of significant meaning. Paperplanes. Think of them literally. A neatly folded, complex piece of paper that works in both potential and kinetic energy. We're all paperplanes, we're the same old boring white A4 papers like everyone else but we stand out because of our mindset and the way we look at things.
Now think of pilgrimage - a pilgrimage is a journey that searches for sentimental reasons. I'd like to think that this band thing that we are doing will have a sentimental value at the end of it and that's why keeps me inspired. Thinking that there's always a rainbow after a heavy storm. Thinking that there may be a chance of winning before even practising.
"Need any help over there, Brielle?" I asked. She was carrying two electric guitars in her hands. Those things are heavy, I swear and for a person like Brielle, two electric guitars on one Brielle is very risky.
"Nah, I'm fine," Brielle said, "Just grab the amps from the store room and we'll be done. Louis and Dylan's probably in the grage already, setting up the keyboards."
I ran up the stairs where Brielle was, "Let me take the guitars and you get the amps. I'm not risking my baby's life."
"Here we go with the 'my guitar is my baby' talk," Brielle said, handing me the guitars and jogging to get the amps. She rolled her eyes and I laughed at her chlidish behaviour.
"Well, when you love something so dearly for all your life, you'll know what I mean. It's like all you ever cared about was that one thing and you'd do anything to protect it whatsoever-"
"Like Dylan to you? Okay." Brielle smirked, carrying the amps.
I stopped walking and sent her a playful death glare which she responded by sticking out her tongue. She giggled a little and I hit her lightly in the arm with my elbow.
"That hurt!" She laughed.
"It was meant to, dear." I ruffled her hair.
-
We're all halfway through practise ad we're already tired. Louis suggested we start on another piece rather than Sailboats and so we did, it didn't end well.
"The whole tune just songs weird. It doesn't sound like Umbrella Beach anymore," I stated, pacing around the garage, "Let's just stick to Sailboats alright?"
"No," Louis protested, "Not a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Sailboats is from Sky Sailing. The judges wouldn't know the song well so I'm afraid that it might risk our chances on getting through the auditions."
"You're worried about that new band of sophomores, aren't you?" Dylan asked, getting up from the amp.
"Dylan, amplifiers are not made to be sat on." I clarified.
"I live the life of a rebel, Georgia." He smirked.
-
After band practise, Dylan and Brielle had to leave. Louis offered to drive them back and I tagged along.
"So, Sailboats it is?" Dylan asked, "And you still have not answered my question, Louis."
"I guess we are doing Sailboats then. I really hope we can nail it though," he paused and thought for awhile, "And what question are you talking about?"
"Are you worried that we'll not get through the auditions because of that new band of sophomores?" Dylan asked, watching Louis' reactions really closely.
"Proper nervous, mate." Louis sighed. There was nothing but silence that filled the car. We all knew that the sophomores were better than us. And WE were supposed to be their seniors.
"Look," Brielle said, breaking the silence, "Alright fine. We have competition. And we hella know that this band is way better than us so why not we prove ourselves wrong? There's no harm in trying right? Yes, we might not be able to get through the audio goons but honestly, I doubt that. We stand out. We're unique. Alright?"
"I guess Brielle's right," Louis said, his voice trailing off. He pulled over at an unfamiliar place and sighed. "Well, c'mon now. We don't have all day."
"Where are we?" I asked, "I thought we had to fetch Dylan and Brielle home?"
"Eager to get rid of me now, yeah?" Dylan joked as he lazily slung his arm around my neck.
"We're at my... Quiet place, I would say. I built a small treehouse somewhere here before. I'm just not sure where - Ah, there we go!" He then proceeded to climb up the well built tree house. "What are you waiting for?! C'mon."
"Dude, after what you did in the workshop yesterday, I don't think it's a good idea to go up on your architectural sites." Dylan yelled.
"Seriously?! Just. Just get up." Louis said, trying to hold back laughter.
One by one, we all made up the tree house. I was surprised I didn't know about the tree house. I scanned the surroundings. He had Owl City posters all over the wall and sheet music scattered all over the floorboards. I picked some of them up, unable of reading them because they were all in squiggly writing.
"Welcome to my crib." Louis smiled.
"How did I not know about this?" I smiled.
"I was supposed to keep it away from you because I knew that if if let you know sooner, you'd drag Brielle up here as well and you know how clumsy that girl is." Louis explained.
"The girl has the ability to smack you in the head too, ya know?" Brielle smiled.
"Why are we here?" I blurted out.
"To practise. Despite the location of this place, it has perfect sound absorption."
"But how are we gonna practise without instruments?"
"Got that covered." He said, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "I recorded us just now."
-
After some solid hours of hard work, it was starting to get dark. We finally decided to head back home. Louis dropped off Dylan and Brielle at their houses and made out way home.
"Hey honey, where were you guys?" Mom asked when we she heard us enter the house.
"Practise. Band thing." I answered, "I'll be in my room. Have to get ready tomorrow's intruments."
"Gonna help her," Louis said, trailing behind me as I walked up the stairs into my room.
"Dylan? Seriously? What did I tell you about crushing in my friends?!" Louis asked when we got to my room.
"Louis, you're overreacting. I don't like Dylan. I just see him as a brotherly figure. Nothing more." That's what I tell myself.
"You sure about that?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Positive." I reassured him.
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