The Misfits

•Life without Music•

Life without music is dull,
Life without music is sad,
Life without music is not a life for musicians,
Especially not these three.

Music is a hobbie, a habit and a lifestyle.
And when music is taken away new things are added to staunch the flow of pain.
Drugs, partying, motor cross.
Literature, schooling, the need for knowledge.
Art, love, travel.

But things change and time can do a number on ones soul.
Sometimes things are meant to be but you don't know how to bring them to be.
Sometimes you try and fail; The Misfits.
And sometimes you are given a new chance, a new hope; The Devils Angels.

So one reaches into ones past present and future to fill in the hole with what was missing.
Music.
Because life without music is dull,
And no one wants a dull life.
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Dull. Boring. But hopeful. That was what rehab was like. After the band spilt Laurie got heavily into drugs. Until one day and angel of doom arrived, an angel in the form of her brother. Dusty. If you remember from so long ago you would remember that Dusty had a run in once or twice with drugs. He knew just what it could do to a person. To ones soul mind and family. And he'd rather burn than watch his sister walk that self destructive path.
So he took her to a rehab and offered a solution. Motor cross and bike riding. You see Dusty was a changed man, he had a job as a mechanic, he had a proper house and most important he had a family of his own. A wife, a sun and another baby on the way. After rehab Laurie moved in with them to help around the house and forward her riding career, but than she got a phone call.

Laurie was out on the track just riding to take her mind off of things. Her bike kicked up dirt and she skidded around the bend that leaded up to the house only to see her sister-in-law Sophie waving at her from the back porch. She slowed down and made her way up to the shed to put away her bike.
'Your phones been ringing nonstop for like five minutes.' Sophie laughed as Laurie left her helmet by the door and picked her phone from the counter.
'Yallow.' She said into the phone after answering the unknown number.
'Is this Laurence Todd?' A gruff mans voice almost barked into the phone.
'Yes, may I ask who you are?' Laurie asked jumping onto the counter to sit.
'I am surprised you don't remember me, it's Frank Buffalo!' He croak-laughed.
'Frank! How's it going.' Laurie asked still confused as to why he was ringing her.
'Listen you may or may not have heard but The Devils Angels are retiring and they're looking for new blood!' Frank explained. The Devils Angels were one of The Misfits earlier influences.
'So what? Do you want me to come audition or something!' Laurie joked into the phone.
'Yeah, that's it! And I was hoping you could bring the girls, you girls were my best and you did kinda leave me hanging so in a way you lot owe me to at least try.'
Laurie sighed and rubbed her hand across her face before saying; 'Listen we haven't been close over these years and I don't even know how to find them!'
'Lucky you've got me than!' Frank laughed and Laurie just sighed, she wasn't overjoyed about this task but she was a little interested to see where this would go.
'So where have they been all this time?'
'Kate did exactly what she wanted and is currently attending Saint Anne's college on a philosophy study.' Frank informed Laurie.
'And Julia?'
'Julia is living on Long Isle with her brother John and his husband Paul, and I do believe she is currently attending art college.'
Laurie sighed and they continued to talk for a while before she decided to hang up.
Laurie sighed and headed outside to the shed pulling out here actual motorbike instead of her dirt bike. She grabbed her helmet said her goodbyes and donned her old speedway jacket.
Riding into the horizon it was just her, her bike and a new beginning.
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