{A Chase Atlantic Love Story} (Soon to be tv show!)
"We were just uhm...you know talking." he stammered.
"Yeah" Clint said venom lacing his voice. "talking."
"Talking about what exactly?" Chris asked with the same amount of venom.
They were qu...
(Play the song when you get to the part and listen while you read)
Okay, okay, dirty habits well you
Don't say, you don't say
I got dirty in my own veins, Cobain Tryna' stop me, I'm like no way, no way All I know is okay, okay Tryna' fuck me I'm like okay, okay Pop another I'm like okay, okay Psychopathic but it's okay, okay I can feel it in my brain Hit the tongue, watch it dissolve, just take a taste, yeah She gonna make decisions either way I swear ever since I hit it I ain't ever been the same, yeah
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"Everyone welcome Chase Atlantic"
I stood there stunned, everyone stood still waiting, but no one came out, I started to think Ang was messing with us, but I felt bad Rich looks so let down, I patted his shoulder.
I was about to say something until I heard someone yell, "Look, someone's coming!"
I turn my head to see the person was right, three guys were walking onto the stage, my mouth dropped, Richie looked like he was going to burst, everyone was silent.
I looked to Ang and she winked at me, I have a feeling this wasn't just for Richie, grabbing the mic she spoke. "Give them a round of a applause!"
Clapping erupted around the room, I was still to stunned to even blink, Chase Atlantic is really here, on stage, in my presence.
One of the guys walked up to the mic, he had long hair pulled into a bun on top his head with loose braids on both sides of his face.
Taking the mic he put it to his mouth. "Hello Seattle, for those who don't know us we're Chase Atlanti-"
A scream from the crowd cut him off. "WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE,I LOVE YOU!"
He chuckled in the mic. "Well, good to know" his Australian accent getting thick.
My heart fluttered at the sight of his smile.
He kept talking, introducing himself as Mitchel, pointing to his brother Clinton and their friend Christian, they all had long hair, dark grunge street style, and a vibe that reeked kings.
Taking their places Mitchel at the mic , Clinton on the saxophone, Christian on the guitar, the crowd went silent you can hear someone else's heartbeat.
They began to play and I immediately knew the song, the song I played when that day happened, the song I would never forget.
