Katie's P.O.V
"It's perfect..." Dylan looked at me, as the whole table was now listening.
Stevie was still playing.
"Janie's Gun... Holy shit. It's beautiful." Eddie was shook.
"That's also very generous." Brad looked at us.
"Yeah, I know..." I nodded, looking over at Stevie.
"Stevie! Get over here!" Dylan called him out.
"Awww!" Stevie whined, but came over.
Eddie told him what was going on and asked him to do the Maths.
"OhKay... Five of us, 20% each... Say 3% from e'ch of us, goes to Janie's Fund, tha' means... 15% from thah band, goes to Janie's Fund." He worked it out, standing on Eddie's left.
"It's perfect!" Eddie smiled.
"It's brilliant." Dylan looked at me.
"It's beautiful..." Kirk added his input.
"Agreed?" I asked the guys.
"Agreed!" They all smiled.
"Janie's Gun!" Kirk raised his cola glass.
"Janie's Gun!" We all drank to it.
. . .
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I didn't agree to this! The 'magic' has to happen here! Not at your play house!" Todd was mad at us. "We're not using that name. Now, I've had-"
"YAWN, YAWN!" Dylan yelled into his mic, silencing the venue.
We all stood in our places on the stage. We just rehearsed a few songs, when we decided to tell Todd. We probably should of told him before we started, but Stevie and Eddie wrote a song last night.
Stevie's moved into Eddie's room now, only for a while. I'm fine with it.
They were both really excited about the song, so we went over it today. It's called '#1 Bad Boy'.
All together, we have about twelve songs between us all, and Todd hasn't shown us any of his, yet.
"Look, it's a majority vote. We can't help what happens when you're not around." Dylan glared at him. "Now, sing. We'll do our shit."
"Can we play 'Talk Dirty To Me'?" Eddie asked, tuning his bass up.
"Do what shit?" Todd asked us.
"Jus' play a song!" Stevie whined, sat behind his drumkit. "I'm far from home and I wan' tah do this, so do it!"
"Shut up, Stoner! I'll have you know-"
I cut off Todd, going into a killer solo, before going into Talk Dirty To Me.
The guys all joined in and Todd glared at me, before he started to sing.
I started jumping about, playing, before Dylan looked at Eddie, nodding to me.
Eddie spun around and me and Dylan did the rolls. The neck of Eddie's bass flew right over my head, as I came up, it was so beautifully timed.
The venue doors opened and some dudes came in, but we didn't stop.
Dylan and I stepped up to each others mics and sung the backing on the chorus.
These three teenagers stood at the banister and started nodding their heads, watching us.
We passed through verse two and I hit my solo, spinning around and even tripping up over my guitar cord, falling to my knees, which I played off well, rocking my head side to side, then jumping back up, with an air kick, before Todd came back in.
He had no idea what we were doing, but this was the best practice yet!
When the song finished, the three guys cheered for us.
"You guys are awesome!" The one in the middle called out. He was average height, with short dusty blonde hair.
"Thanks! We're Janie's Gun." Eddie said into his mic.
"Oh, nice! Are you guys playing here tonight?!" The one on the right, tall with black hair, asked us.
"No, we're using the space to practice." Eddie replied.
"Do you have any gigs coming up?" The middle one asked us.
"Uh, no. We're just starting out." Eddie smiled, accepting the water bottle I held out for him.
"You guys should really do a show! You're amazing. My dad works at the printers, on the end of main street. Come by. We'll do you guys some flyers!" The black haired one smiled.
"Thanks, man! I know the place!" I smiled back at him.
I turned to the guys. "What do you say? We ready?" I asked them.
Eddie shrugged, but Stevie was nodding wildly.
"How do you feel, doll?" Dylan asked me, coming over to Eddie and I.
"I guess so... We're together, right?" I asked him.
"Always." Dylan smiled at me.
"Draw up a rough poster. I'll pack my shit, get about fifty printed." I looked at Eddie.
"I'll do it! I've been plannin' this day for ages!" Stevie got up and jumped down from the drums, running over to his backpack, which was on stage left.
Stevie grabbed a A4 notepad and sat down on the stage.
"We're not ready for this. We need more time." Todd looked at us.
"We've had time. Two weeks!" Dylan looked at him, getting pissy.
"'Ere!" Stevie waved us over.
Eddie, Dylan, and I walked over, standing around him.
Dylan crouched down and smiled. "It's perfect, you hippie."
"I finished it last night, as we now have a name." Stevie smiled and toothy smile. "Are we playing here?"
"Yeah. Here. We'll take it." I grinned.
"It's too soon!" Todd argued, behind us.
"Take it to the printers. We'll pack up here. Dylan, go with Monroe. Stevie and I will wait here for you guys." Eddie instructed, being the lovely mum friend he is.
We all nodded and we split.
. . .
The poster was A4 sized. It had all our names on it, and positions in the band, so everyone knew our names. It read 'Janie's Gun', with the venue and time on it, one week away, as Eddie text us, when were half way to the shop, saying the owner arrived back and offered us the earliest spot he had.
Everything was so perfect...
We got home an hour earlier then we were expected. Everyday we'd arrive at the venue at 11:00, set up and be ready by 12:00, taking us half an hour to set up, then half an hour for lunch. We'll practice, practice, practice until 04:30, then pack up our gear and be home for just passed 05:00.
Billie smiled, just walking out the kitchen, when she saw us.
"You're back early." She looked at us.
"Katie..." Stevie let me do the honours.
"We got us a gig!" I held my fist into the air.
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