Girl Drummer Meets Boy Drummer(A7X/Jimmy FanFic)

Chapter 1~The Strange Guy At The Bar

"Damn it, Megan, let's go already!!" One of my band mates and best friend, Michael, calls out to me from as I finish the touches to my make up. My band, Forever Falling, were getting ready for a gig at a bar here in Huntington Beach. It's a pretty popular bar, and we're hoping to get some popularity while being here. We're hoping so badly to get a record label, but we need to be locally known first. I joined the band with my best friends, me being the only girl besides my best friend since middle school Kristina. Henry, the bassist, and I have been friends since my sophomore year in high school. He's a year older than me, and helped me once when a senior asshole knocked my book out of my hand and ripped up my homework, labeling it as an 'accident'. Accident my ass. But anyway, Henry was there to pick up my books and helped me get them into my locker. Then he carefully pieced my homework back together perfectly, and I was able to turn it in. It was in pieces, but as long as it was done, who the fuck cared right? Michael has known me for forever, we were next door neighbors and Michael quickly became a brother to me, the brother I never had. I do have a younger sister, named Amanda but I call her Mandy all the time. She helps the band set up for a gig and she's sort of like our manager, and the cool part is is that she does it for free and enjoys doing it for us. We've always been close like that, where we'd do anything for each other if it meant helping one another out.

"I'm coming, Mike, cool your fucking jets!!" I yelled as I came down the stairs and out to the front door. Our band's van was waiting outside, and I could see Kristina and Henry throwing wadded up paper at each other, arguing about something again. I ran out the door and to my spot in the van, Mike was driving this time and they'd come to pick me up. My house isn't real big, but it has two stories and a basement so it's good enough for me, I live alone anyway and don't need some big fancy ass house.

Mike used his amazing reckless driver skills to get us there with enough time to set up and quickly go over our songs. He blamed being three minutes late on me, and I shoved him in the shoulder playfully. As we pulled up and drove around the back to where the band parking is, I read the sign on the front of the building before it was out of sight. 'Johnny's Saloon' was what the sign read.

I stepped out of the van and started to help carrying in some stuff to make up for being three minutes late, that made Mike happy enough. Once everything was set up, I sat at my drumset and picked up my pair of drumsticks, turning them over in my palms as I stared at them, remembering how it felt to pound out the beat to songs we had written or covered. Adrenaline would flow through my veins, making me feel like I could do just about anything with these smooth wooden sticks held tightly in my hands.

I began playing the verse to our first song we would play, going over it effortlessly. I didn't really need to practice it before playing, but I always like playing just before we go on, to get my heart racing before we even actually start, already pumped for the night before people arrive. As the bar was about to open it's doors, Kristina walked up to me before taking her place on the stage, her guitar in hand with the strap resting lightly on her shoulder.

"Hey bitch! You ready for tonight?" She asked me, obviously already pumped. She was the type to be easily excited by just about anything. Including hot guys, or what she thought to be hot guys.

"Hell yeah! Let's fuck this place up for the night!" I exclaimed and she laughed, and I put down one of my drumsticks long enough to fist pound her.

"Screw that, how about for the whole week?" Henry yelled out from somewhere to my right, tuning his bass.

"You know it, H!" I called to him and he chuckled and shook his head. Michael adjusted the microphone stand and then looked back at us once he had the mic securely placed in the stand.

"You guys ready? People are here, they'll give us the signal to start." We nodded and yelled out our agreements. He smirked and then we waited for a little while before Michael pointed at Kristina to play the opening riff. Pretty soon you heard Henry's bass join in, and then I started pounding on the drums. Michael's smooth but rapsy voice rang out clearly, and the crowd that had gathered at the bar in record time seemed to be enjoying it.