𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Chapter 6

Once I read on one of my granny's books, that luck is said to help the bold, but, even though I was one of those darings, luck had never assisted me in any way. Or, at least, this is what I thought just so long as my first band, the "Smile", broke up. As you know, one single and silly misunderstanding ruined everything. Brian and I were fully down in the dumps; music made us grew closer to each other, and we couldn't think of a life without playing together (Sounds more kind of a two lover thing but it's ok; I was slightly falling for that sexy guitarist. I was falling for him, but we were becoming more likely best friends, nothing else, then Brian and I were straight. Well, I was straight...). I mean, Brian was like the best guitarist I had ever met and the idea of forming two new different bands made me sad. We were hoping Tim was kidding us in the worst way he could, but, after two weeks, we understood he was definitely serious. We had to move on.

"I think this is the end, isn't it?"

It had been weeks since Brian began to complain, and he was getting on my nerves: I was fed up with his stupid behaviour.

"I'm done."

we were sitting on the staircase, facing each other

"I'm done with your complaints. Tim was your best friend, but we're not over yet! My goodness, stop being so irritating!"

He looked at me and then he just sighed.

"I won't be the same without Tim..."

"Yes, because it will be better! If a door is locked shut others will open up, isn't it true? Let's search for a bassist and a singer and stop bothering me."

His reply was a tiny and shy smile filled with despair; he was helpless... I didn't really like his expression: it wasn't nearly like to the genuine smile he showed while playing his Red Special.

"That's right."

He took out his pocket his cellphone.

"What shall I write?"

I smirked.

"Finally! Write that "Smile" is searching for a bunch of amazing musicians: a bassist and a singer."

He didn't answer, he just nodded typing on his phone.

"We have the announcement. I'm going to upload it on the digital notice board."

"That's it!"

Our hopes were up once again.

We had to wait not that long for a singer; in a week, a bunch of students showed up during rehearsals: I didn't like any one of them. I wanted "Smile" to become great, so I wanted a great singer, wasn't it right?

"At this rate, we'll never find a singer, Roger!"

I snorted

"Shut up and keep playing."

It took a month to finally find who we needed. We had just arrived at school and got to the practice room. During that week, a few students came to jam with us, and Brian was starting to lose his few beliefs. While we were discussing a new song, a long, black-haired guy entered the room; he looked confident.

"You're the "Smile", aren't you?"

I looked at Brian, who nodded.

"You're a singer, then."

The guy took some steps more in the room, his hands on his hips.

"Shall I try?"

I burst out laughing: his appearance looked amusing, not to talk about his teeth... I was the son of a dentist, and, oh my goodness, his looked just so horrible.

"Not with those teeth, dude."

Brian hit me with his elbow.

"Stop it."

He whispered, disapproval printed on his face. The guy in front of us shook his head, cleared his throat, and began to sing.

"Yesterday, my life was in ruin, now today, I know what I'm doing, gotta feeling, I should be doing alright..."

Brian and I were astonished.

"Doing alright."

We sang together.

"I don't really like your vibrato."

"Oh, shut up you 10th grader! I think he was great!"

I pouted, then I got nearer the guy in front of us.

"You sounded great, but I'm not that sure, come here tomorrow as well."

I was trying to hide a grin: I wanted to challenge him, but, deep down, I knew he was perfect.

"Good, see you tomorrow, then."

The guy swished his hair while turning to get out.

"He flatters himself too much..."

I muttered.

"You're now the one who's bothering me. Don't judge a book by its cover, you idiot. He was amazing..."

"He sang the first few lyrics..."

"Don't be so fucking ridiculous."

"Brian, I know he is great! I just want to have some fun; let's see how long he can stand me."

I told him smirking.

"You're such a child."

He replied sighing.

Well, I don't really have to tell you how everything ended up; Freddie, the name of that guy, became the singer. He WAS simply unbelievable; his voice was like, the hell, too good. A point against him was his behaviour: he was a 12th graded, childish, perfectionist, someone you would really love punching when he starts complaining about that single little note which was slightly off (He always looked for dead man's shoes! And then, he could find details that no one would see! Bothersome, but, on the other hand, Brian and I got used to him, since he was also amusing and outgoing. A popular guy with a lot of friends in the end.) Things began to run again for the "Smile", but we still required a bassist. Well, actually, we found it... It was my dearest friend Deaky: as soon as I found out he could play the bass guitar, I made everything to let him enter the band.

So, now the group was complete, but Freddie, as usual, found something to complain about. It was the first few months of school (I was in the 11th grade, John in the 9th and both Freddie and Brian in the last year), we were in the practice room to jam together.

"We can't refer at ourselves like the "Smile". We are not the "Smile" anymore: we need something outrageous and captivating!"

I rolled my eyes.

"So? Your majesty, shall we change the name then?"

I had a lot of fun kidding him.

"Stop it blondie."

As usual, we would have started like this our discussions.

"Sorry for bothering you, my hysterical queen."

"I'm not hysterical, but Queen sounds pretty good."

Deaky and I looked at each other from across the room; Brian clapped his hand.

"That's it!"

He said.

"You're the only one with half a brain in this room, Brian."

I burst out laughing.

"So we're now "Queen"?"

Freddie nodded.

"Yeah, sounds good enough."