Drummer's Girl

[#2] Pearl Export

"Lance! GET back here you, little imbecile!" Shouted Marie, the female songstress of Undertakers as a somewhat tiny pale male ran away with her lyrics sheet. He wanted attention from the eldest and would have it this way or that. A true brat in all senses.

The boy was 5 feet 5, pretty tiny in comparison to the rest of his band, but his noodle arms sure knew how and when to whack the drums and cymbals. He flicked his wrists quick and powerfully and his headbands somewhat added to the beats he created ever so proudfully. He knew that he was one of the bests and felt that he was perfection. After all, someone who sees flaws and strives to eliminate them is perfection himself. The boy wore only black jeans and trousers on occasions, his tees were mostly solid black and grey, but once a while, you would find him in pastel colours too. He seldom wore flip flops, even in summers.
Only the strong wear black in the heat- was his motto.
A smart student who would fare really good in exams, make it into the top 5, but ask the teachers- he was the biggest truant at school.

It was probably the way he talked to people, the way he gauged them, that made him stand out from the rest of his band-mates. People found him adorable and he was often coddled by the people around him, but all knew that he had his boundaries. Boy would shut you out with a dazzling smile and you won't be able to do anything.

Now, back to the present, Marie was running after him, caught up to the lil midget and was looking into his eyes with a mischevious fury.

"Happy now that you have my attention?" She asked, snatching her sheet and straightening it.

"Certainly. Now. Gimme money. I wanna eat cinnamon buns." Pouted the minthead. Marie wondered why she could never get mad at him for real. But she always knew why. The guy was just too perfect to find flaws in, yet so full of distortions. Oxymoronical but that's how he was.

"Take it from my wallet kept in my bag that jerk is sleeping on. And when you go, get me two blueberry cupcakes too~" said she and trotted back to where Leo was practising his lines. They harmonised well together.

After carefully extorting the prized wallet from underneath the scary guitarist, Bernard, Lance did a tiny dance of joy and left the garage they had been practicing at. On his way, the boy was distracted by a roaring sound that seemed to inch closer by the second. He liked it and something told him he would like the cause as well. Sure as hell he did, for the bike that raced cross him with a woman riding it completely took him by a trance, he knew who she was. He knew the lyrics to his new song because he knew who she was. The song of how cynical teenagers fell in love.
DRUMMERS GIRLFRIEND.