I inwardly groan as the sound of a bass and drums shake my whole apartment. They've been playing downstairs for a full 2 weeks and my patients with them is wearing thin. When i cant even hear myself think i jump up and slip on my converse. I grab a flannel off of the couch and tug it on. I open my door and storm out. I go down the the stairs and stop at the one right below mine. The instruments echo through the hallway. God arent they lucky mrs.Avens is deaf. I bang on the door as hard as i can my dirty blonde hair falling in my face. They cant hear me. I open the door anyways and push my way in. You could literally feel the music. When i walked in there was four boys jumping around as they lost themselves in this deafening music. I walk over to the amp and turn it off. The instruments instantly die down. I turn around to face them. "What was that for?" A guy holding a bass asks in a Australian accent. "Are you aware that you have neighbors? Ive dealt with your out-of-tuned music for two weeks! Im done im sorry! Either turn down the amp or i swear to god ill get you kicked out of this building" i warn. "Well nice to meet you too" a tall blonde says. "Oh are we introducing ourselves? Im Iva." I snap. "Im ashton" a dirty blonde guy says at the drums. "Luke" Blondie says. "Michael" a red haired boy says. "Calum" the asian looking bass player informs me. I don't know why they bother I'm not listening "Nice to meet you, assholes. Now keep it down" i growl walking out slamming the door behind me. I walk down the hallway and back to my apartment.
When my clock above my sink says its almost eight i grab my guitar and head out. I put my hair up into a ballerina bun.
I walk down the steps out of the building. My satchel like bag hangs from my shoulder as i step onto the sidewalk. The cool fall air hits my face in a rush. This is the way i like it the leaves turning all sorts of earth tones and fall from the trees. Im halfway to the little gig i have when the same four boys from earlier come around the corner. Shit. I avert my eyes hoping they wont recognize me with my hair up. "Hey rampage girl." The red head shouts. I look at them and scowl. "Did you tune your instruments yet?" I ask. "They were never out of tune" Blondie yells back. "Ha!" I laugh. Do we look as stupid as i feel? I look around at passing people giving us weird faces. Yes yes we do. "You play?" Asian one asks. "A little" i shrug. We pass each other in the most awkwardest way. Well first of all they spread out so i had to walk on the street. "See ya later, rampage" the drummer mutters. "Bye, auto tune" i say back. I walk down an alley and swing open the door to the backstage entrance. People run by me in a frantic manner. "Oh thank goodness your here! Your on in 5" a guy with things on his ears that look like beats. I almost laugh at what i just referred to them as because they look nothing alike. "Ill be ready" i nod. He turns to leave but stops and turns back around "oh and if you ever think your making it big make sure you get there on time." He smacks and walks off. "Ass" i mutter. I walk to my dressin room and take out my galaxy electric guitar. I tune it real quick and warm-up my vocals. I shrug off my sweater leaving me in white ripped skinny jeans,black and white long sleeve shirt ive rolled up to my elbows, and my converse. I grab my pick and head to the stage. I move the stool they always think i need and fix the mic to my liking. I love this place when the curtains move allowing me to see the crowd. Its not that big but everybody is either drunk or tipsy. All they want to do is dance and hey im into that so I'm going to feed off of their energy. I fix my strap and wait for the go head. The guy who scolded me earlier gives me a nod and the curtains open. Cheers echo through the bar. Holy shit its crowded.
"Hey guys. How are you doing on this chilly evening?" I ask
Various screams answer me. "Um...so im going to play a few songs if you really like them then ill play a few more. Okay this is 'Done'" i announce and start up the upbeat song that i wrote last year after i caught my boyfriend making out with my english teacher. Kinda funny if you ask me. I skip back for a couple of rests then take a deep breath belting out the last few lyrics.
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FanfictionShe saw them as the assholes who played loud out-of-tuned music. They saw her as the opinionated bitch who lived upstairs. She saw them as the guys who loved to harass her. They saw her as the girl that used the word asshole too much.
