It Started With A Dream

Chapter 5 - Uninformed Band Forming

{Sammy's POV}

The four of them went home, and I stayed until the end of the whole competition. Eventually, Fortress Hill won again.

While I was walking to the exit of the venue, a man tapped me on my shoulder. He looked old, but yummy. *wink wink*

He looked at me as he said, "Hey, boy." I looked up at him, and saw that he was getting something from his coat's pocket. "Do me a favour, and give this to your friends." He handed me a calling card. I took it from his hands, then he walked away.

"Uh, excuse me." I called him from behind. "Is this your number? Can I call you here?" I tried so hard to show him that I was interested. But he seemed to ignore what I said and just kept going forward.

I looked at the card and it said,

Bradford Cobb Management

Contact Number : 347-***-****

New York, New York.

Ooh. A business man. Even yummier. I kept it in my pocket, and went straight back home.

{Paige's POV}

It's sunday. I went to the living room, and saw that it was trashed. Pizza box on the floor, sofa sheet's ditached to the sofa itself and empty bottles of water on the dining table. My friends are seriously so ughygenic. Or maybe it's just all Tracie. Possibly.

I really found it discusting. Like, really, who wouldn't? Ew.

I started cleaning up the living room first, then did the dining room and the kitchen. Right after I finished cleaning my messy apartment, I heard the doorbell rang.

I opened it, and Tracie yelled, "We're starting a band!" I got startled and almost jumped back. I saw Tracie holding a bass guitar, and behind her was Peyton and Nathalie holding electric guitars.

"Where did you all get those instruments?" I asked curiously. "From my mom's ass." Replied Nathalie. I raised an eyebrow at her, "Sorry. Having a bad day. Time of the month" She frowned. I nodded, and led them all inside. "Who's idea was this?" I asked as I took off my yellow cleaning gloves. "Ours. Don't you remember?" Peyton said, pointing at the four of us. "She was too tired and slept the earliest, moron." Nathalie jockingly slapped Peyton's shoulder.

"So where do we start?" Tracie smiled excitedly. She seemed really happy about this. "Well, my drums are in the basement, so let's go there." I said calmly, leading them down to the basement. "Welcome, my fellow gorillas." I said, spreading my arms. "I told you she had amplifiers." Nathalie said to Tracie and Peyton. "Yea. My sister kept giving me those as presents, although I've never really held a guitar in my whole life." The three of them scrunched their face in confusion. "Don't even ask." I said as a reply.

"Ooh, can we do a cover?" Tracie suggested. "Sure. But which song though.." Nathalie asked. "I've got an idea." I claimed. "Let's speak out the first band or artist that'll come up in our minds." "Okay." They all agreed.

"Okay, 3,2,1.."

"Maroon 5!"

"Green Day!"

"Green Day!"

"Iggy!"

"Okay, two Green Days it's sett.. Iggy? Really?" I asked, "What? Well, I freaked out!" Tracie exclaimed. "Green Day it is." Peyton said while she claps her hands.

"Do you guys know any Green Songs that you like?" I asked Nathalie and Tracie since they're the ones who didn't shouted Green Day's name. "Well, all I know is American Idiot." Tracie said as she practice something on the bass. "I know a couple of their songs, but I find American Idiot very catchy." Said Nathalie. "American Idiot it is!" Peyton once again sxclaimed while she clapped her hands.

End of Chapter 5

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