Remembering Sunday

Nixxie.

The black is slightly smudged, I reach up and wipe it away. Leaving a perfect black line that frames my eyes and makes them look bluer. I look up from my eyes and gently fix my hair. It's becoming unruly already. This dry air is not agreeing with my hair. I take it out of the ponytail and carefully without messing up the bump, pull it back and tie it once again. I look at myself. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pink lips and fair skin. Big hoop earrings, two studs, a cartiledge piercing, and a nose piercing. All in matching silver. A silver necklace with a heart at the end. From an ex lover. A cut sweatshirt that reveals a whole hell of a lot of my shoulders. You can see the top of the gray, lace tank top and only the black lace straps of my bra. There's a knock on the door and I jump.

"Just a moment." I call. My cheeks turn a brighter pink as I give myself one last glance and walk out of the bathroom. There's a line of drunk women, waiting to use the bathroom; either to throw up or to break the first rule of drinking. The chain rule. Once you start peeing, you won't stop. I smile in spite of myself and walk over to the other band members. They are by the "stage". The "stage" is actually the patio of some kids backyard. He's rich and drunk. Tipped us big time. Yayy for drunk, rich kids!

"Hey Piss Pot!" calls Jeremy, the guitarist. He's waving and smiling emphatically with his arm wrapped around some poor girl who looks extremely drunk and lost.

"J, don't you think that girl's a little far gone-oh wait, that's the only way you could get her!" I look to the other band members and they all start howling. Jeremy is scowling and then joins in on the laughter. We go onstage in 5 minutes yet.

"So, where is Holman tonight?" asks one of the back up vocalists, her nickname is Sandy. She is covered in Freckles and is almost albino. Her real name is Joanna, but she hates it. Holman is our Tech guy. He usually drives the van too. His real name is Carder but everyone calls him Holman. I try to think about where he said he was going tonight.

"I think he had a date, you know how his mother is." We all roll our eyes at the thought of Holman's mom. The lunatic is always trying to set him up on dates with these girls that are absolutely perfect, religious and smart. Always brunnette too. Almost always wearing a pale pink cardigan and not a stray hair out of place.

"Yo, dawgs!" calls the extremely drunk, rich guy. Steve? No. Uhm, Kevin? Hmm, I have no idea. J calls back.

"'sup broseph?" he says coolly.

"Youse guys arrready?!" He is slurring like a looney. I look away as J and Wolf nod and howl with the host.

I grab my guitar, pulling the strap around my head and get myself prepared for our first song. We mainly cover songs from other bands, but occasionally we play a song that one of us writes. Tonight we are only covering. By request, of course. The other members of Remembering Sunday, follow me onto the stage and take their place behind J and I. There are 6 of us all together. I play guitar and do main vocals. J plays bass guitar and does the male vocals. Wolf, aka Will, plays the drums. Sandy is a back up vocalist and plays alot of random instruments, tonight she has her tambourine. Beanie, aka Jack plays the piano and obviously for our purposes the keyboard. And then Holman is our Tech. We count him because without him, there would be no band, or any shows for that matter.

Drunk people are gathering outside as 11 o'clock rolls around. I see a few people I know, milling about the crowd. Red plastic cups in their hands. None of these people here tonight are old enough to drink. But who am I to judge? I look behind me, J gives me a nod. Wolf and Beanie give each other a high five then nod to me. I then look to my left and see Sandy, standing behind her microphone. She smiles at me. I look out into the crowd once more and tap on my microphone 2 times. Grabbing people's attention.

"Hey guys, hope you're having a great time tonight! I know we are!" I shout to the crowd, my microphone is off for this part. I gently turn it back on. I stomp my foot 3 times. Signaling for Wolf, Beanie, J and I to start playing. We start this show off with a song by Paramore; it's called Ignorance. Sandy is backing me up and I can feel the bass kicking. The crowd is really enjoying themselves. Once that song is finished, I yell into the microphone.