Locked (l.h)

Twelve

In turns out that band practice involved very little practice. It was 40% video games, 30% food, 20% listening to music and 10% actually playing music. It was still more fun than school, only I wouldn't describe it as practicing. It was more like playing video games in a house that smelt of burnt toast and Vegemite while All Time Low blasted through the speakers.

"Jane, can you get me some more Vegemite on toast?" Calum asks, continuing to play FIFA one handed while he gave me an empty plate.

"Get it yourself." I reply.

"But I'm beating Luke by 6 goals, I can't risk leaving Luke alone with the game when I'm beating him by that much."

"You'll just have to wait until you've finished then, I'm busy with this." I say, holding up my history essay.

"Jane, that's not due for two weeks." Luke says, still concentrating on the tv screen.

"It's called being organized Luke, I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"Hey! I can be organized, I organized this band rehearsal."

"You've played video games for the past four hours."

"And I made toast!"

"You burnt the toast!" Ashton laughs.

"It was the toasters fault!" Luke exclaims.

"Of course it was, mate."

"Right, just to prove that I can be organized, we're going to start band practice."

"It started hours ago, Luke." Calum says, still focusing on the game.

"No, I mean we're going to get out instruments and actually play them."

"But I haven't even had a banana yet," Ashton complains. "We never practice before I've had a banana."

"Here, eat this." Michael says, chucking a banana across the room towards Ashton's head.

"You eat it." Ashton replies, lobbing the banana back at him.

"Calm down guys, it's a fucking banana." Luke replies.

"Yes!" Calum shouts, jumping up from the sofa. "I win again!"

"Now that you guys have finished your stupid game can we actually play some music?" Michael asks.

I look up from my half-finished essay, "Yeah, I'd love to finally hear you guys play."

"To the garage!" Michael shouts, pointing towards the door.

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"Lights off!" Luke says, signaling to Calum.

"Wait! I'm still tuning my guitar!" Michael says, stopping Calum in his tracks.

I look up from the box I was using as a desk, "Why are you turning the lights off? If you haven't realized I'm still writing this essay."

"Sorry Jane, you'll have to finish it later, 'cause whether you like it or not the lights are going off." Ashton replies.

"How are you even going to play if it's dark?" I ask.

"See that's the point," Luke begins. "If we can play in the dark, then we can play anywhere."

I shake my head, "You guys are weird."

"Not as weird as you." Ashton replies, twirling his drumsticks.

"Are you sure this is a good plan? Calum will probably trip over the drum kit or something."

"Nah, we'll be perfectly fine." Luke assures me, before the room goes black.