We Don't Have To Dance

Chapter Fourteen

"Ow!" I shriek during our performance, anxiety washes me and our whole set stops, I reach out to my mic and say "Yo my fucking guitar string just snapped" everyone laughs including me "So sadly we can't play the rest of our songs in Drop D, which are Beautiful Creation, and hideous beast" everyone boos "Alright guys, how about we do a cover?" I look back "Paramore, still into you" everyone cheers "Alright"

I get over the anxiety, then me and Grim run and switch out our guitars, "ALRIGHT!" I starts strumming, then over it Grim does lead, and right away every element is added. I sing out the intro, thinking before every line I sing to make sure I remember the lyrics, then I sing "I need the other one to hold you, make you feel, make you feel better, SORRY I'M NOT AS GOOD AS HAYLEY! It's not a walk in the park to love, each other" everyone laughs when I scream that out between lyrics "cause after all this time... I'm still... into you"

I sing the rest of the song, then at the end, I scream out, "HOW BOUT WE DO HOLD ON TILL MAY?"

"Brandon doesn't know that one!" Grim shouts into the backup mic and everyone laughs "How bout I hate Everything About You?"

"ALRIGHT GUYS!" I smile, then we sing a song that requires a lot of grunge. I can't really do it at most parts, and I don't want to sound gross so I sing most of it. Then after the set when we run off the stage, o decide that it's something I want to get better at.

We go back stage, and while everyone has a couple beers, and smokes, I do my online school work that i desperately need to catch up on. After we get back I need to take the final, so when I finish my homework I also study.

"Stop being lame" Lee sits by me and closes my laptop

"Yo!"

"Have a drink" she smiles, so I laugh a bit

"Alright"

That was just my photography homework, then at night, I easily do finance, and a little less easily do music. Yeah, I'm a musician, but sheet music is ass, I always just read tabs.

At around two in the morning, I quite, then find myself doing homework and studying again the next night, but not nearly till as late. When I close my laptop again though, I can't sleep. So I go back in the back room with a blanket and smoke. Falling asleep high is the absolute best, and it does make me feel kind of tired... but it also opens my mind.

I run back to my bed, blanket around me, and turn on my reading light. I get out my journal and start righting down thoughts and turning them into lyrics. Rhyme schemes, and word plays all coming together to form a song about my mom; not so odiously about her, but in my mind clear.

I only wanna be here, as much as you want me to be
Your the only reason I've stayed, as long as I have

In my head, the sounds of drums and guitars come together, I can hear my voice singing in my head. The next few days I spend writing, every idea that comes to my head.

"Seriously" Lyric sits down, and I hold my note book to my chest "What are you writing"

I laugh a bit, "I've had so many ideas lately... for songs and-"

"You work too much" she shakes her head, shoving a beer into my hand "Just relax! Have some fun"

I sigh as I set down the book, I guess they're right.

We get fucked up, then go back to the bus, but in the morning I realized what I have done. I forgot my book back at the venue. I panic, but eventually realize it's gone, so I get out my laptop, and write down each and every one of our songs, as well place together lyrics from the book in a better order. I'd love to look back at the original, but I bet it's not as good as what I have now.