The Keyboardist's Secret

Chapter 20

Zim's P.O.V

I feel the engine of the car go off as the car stops. Two doors ope, then slam shut. Finally I can get out of this fucking car. I wait a few minutes for someone to open the trunk but no one does.

What feels like hours later, doors open and shut again. This time three. I get a whiff of Pogo's familiar scent but I could just be smell-hallutionating. The engine turns back on and I feel the car move along again. Around 15 minutes later it stops again. Finally someone opens the trunk and I hiss like one of those vampires from the movies at the sudden bright sky that fills my periphery. "You motherfucker! I couldn't breathe in there!" I step out of the trunk, feelings a bit dizzy. "By the way do we have any booze?" I ask Marilyn who I just realize is the person -or rather vamp/werewolf- who opened the trunk for me.

I smell everyone's scents. Everyone is here. Stephen's scent stands out the most for an unknown reason. When I walk into the bus I immeaditely go the cupboard and fetch a bottle of Jack. I sit on the couch and drink to forget about the world.

Twiggy's P.O.V

I jump on the bed and sing horribly at the top of my lungs. MayMay, who lays on the left side of the bed, flops around on the bed slightly from movement. I giggle, but a bang on the door from Zim shuts me up. It scared me but I ignore the fear successfully.

MayMay grabs ahold of my waist and pulls me on top of him preventing me from jumping. "MayMay noo, I was flying!" I squeal, tugging on a lock of his dark hair. But I feel much better in his arms anyway. He tells me we need sleep and where we're going next which makes me want to jump up and down again. I push myself against his body more and quickly fall asleep to the sound of his soft heartbeat.

Zim's P.O.V

Marilyn makes us up by lighting a firecracker in the bus. All of us cringe at the high pitched sound which is 10x louder than when I was human, except for Marilyn and Twiggy, they have earplugs in. I groan and pull myself off the couch which I fell asleep on, my hangover hitting me hard. I have a feeling I won't be playing perfectly at the show tonight. "You have an hour, get the fuck up!" Marilyn screams. An hour? I look at the kitchenette clock. It's 6:00pm. How did I sleep for that long? How did all of us? I make my way to the the bathroom just as Pogo does. We reach for the knob at the same time. I glare at him as he rolls his eyes before going back to his bunk. Asshole.

We're in the middle of soundcheck. I hate being in front of Stephen. I can't even stand to begin the same room as him, how will I survive this tour? His scent is overwhelming and I don't know how to control my senses yet.

I play some rifts on my black guitar, Twiggy plays around with his bass, Marilyn douses his hair in water, Ginger touches up his drums, and Pogo sits there glaring at me. "Yes?" I scoff. He doesn't budge. "If you have something to say, say it to me." I don't even bother to try and calm myself. I don't think I would be capable to anyway. "You're such a dick." Pogo sighs angerly. I slide my guitar off my shoulder in a swift motion, storming after Pogo. He leaves his spot behind his keyboard and we start punching each other furiously. For awhile our other bandmates just stop what they're doing and stare, until Marilyn pushes us away from each other. We both fall to the floor from the blow. "Marilyn don't get involved." Pogo says through clenched teeth. "If you're going to act this immature all the time then you might as well leave." Marilyn yells. "Fine by me." I fake laugh. I throw my guitar at Pogo with full force before running off stage, on my way to hell knows where.

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