little drummer boy : ash : on hold

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"Do you know where my drumsticks are?" I asked my older brother, Johnny, tapping my foot nervously.

Johnny nodded his head at my hands. "They're right there, dumbass."

I sighed and set down the practice sticks I had in my hand. "Johnny, I mean my lucky drumsticks. I can't find them anywhere."

He groaned. "Jade, how are the drumsticks that you lose every day considered lucky?"

I frowned. "You know dad gave me those drumsticks."

The day that Johnny and I moved out of our parents house, my dad had given me the drumsticks and then told me he loved me. He died in a car accident three days later and the drumsticks were the only thing I really had from him, and I used them in every performance. It was like he was standing right next to me, cheering me on.

"Fine. Are they by your set?" Johnny asked.

I shook my head. "You know I don't practice with them."

Johnny shrugged. "I don't know, Jade. I'm sorry."

I groaned and left the room, hoping to find them in the van.

Johnny and I had a band called Destination of the Ordinary. We weren't exactly famous, but we liked it that way. We played in pubs and for charity events and things. I played the drums while Johnny sang and played the guitar. I sang back-up sometimes, but my vocals were not the best and I knew it.

"Ah hah!" I shouted as I noticed the drumsticks hanging out of the cup holder in the car door. I snatched them up and headed back inside.

"Found them?"

I looked up at my dark haired brother. "Yep." I grinned.

I had always been jealous of my brothers features. He had dark, almost black hair, and gorgeous green eyes. He was considered attractive to many of the female gender.

I, on the other hand, was not very pretty. I had dark-ish hair, which was maybe my one redeeming feature. My eyes were a brown color and my nose was too small for my face. I had big cheeks - not quite like a chipmunk, but close - and whenever I smiled, then puffed out.

"Are you ready?" Johnny asked me, slipping his pick between his fingers.

I nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Johnny led the way onto the stage of the small bar we were playing in.

First getting on stage was always a scary experience for me - I wasn’t very good with people. But once I started to play, Johnny always looked at me to make sure I was okay, and I normally was.

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