Post by k8ethegothgirl on Feb 27, 2009 7:55:29 GMT -5
[So, my creative writing teacher is making us write a story a certain way, and I'm not used to it, so now not only does my story suck, I can't think of an ending. Some input would be nice please.]
Allen stretched out in the back of Dave’s van with their equipment on their way to Peabody’s Down Under for their first major show in the area. He wondered if this would be any different than the other places that they have played in while they were in Cincinnati or Columbus. All of the clubs there had been the same: dirty and smoke filled with the most popular music blaring (whether it was good or not), equipped with bad lighting and foul language from everyone.
The van abruptly stopped, sending Allen and a few things that weren’t packed in together, skidding across the back of the van.
“We’re here!” Dave cried out in a sing-song voice, turning around to grin stupidly at Allen and Mike who was sitting, squished between two amps. Ian and Jared slid out of the front seat after Dave. Dave looked excited when he opened up the back of the van letting out Allen and Mike. Allen rolled stiffly out of the van making a mental note to call dibs on the front seat before they left. As they unpacked the van, his head throbbed bringing back the scenes from yesterday.
When he walked out of the room, headed straight for the kitchen, knowing what he would find there. Stale coffee, cold and mysterious things floating in was sitting on the counter. He remembered when he searched through the cupboards looking for his bottle of Jack Daniels. He opened the cupboard he kept it in, only to find it gone. He raged through the kitchen, throwing open all of the cupboards. Allen felt the bruise on his knee throb once remembering how he tripped over wires as he ran through the house. He found his bag sitting in the living room, and ransacked it. Finally, after a few moments of searching, he found what he was looking for. His best friend and his worst enemy: Jack Daniels. He poured a generous amount into the disgusting coffee on the counter, hoping to drown out whatever the floating things would taste like. When the mug almost over flowed, he took one long drink.
Allen grabbed his coffee mug and drank, hoping it would stop the throbbing. After the painful event of getting set up, the sat off to the side waiting anxiously. Allen poured more Jack Daniels into his coffee mug while they waited.
He wasn’t really sure how long they waited around, but it seemed like forever. He was so nervous when he heard their introduction.
“Bright Lights and Busy Signals is a hardcore band. Their songs are full of catchy melodic riffs, along with heart pounding breakdowns and rediculoso guitar solos. Songs with extremely fast drums and monstrous screams will get you moving in the craziest pit you've ever seen.” He heard from what seemed like miles away. He took one more long gulp, and got on stage with his friends. He saw a few familiar faces in the crowd, and this didn’t exactly help his nerves. Things were already starting to get blurry around the edges.
He knew Dave wanted to start out with “I’ll make you lick places…..in Europe” and he started with the familiar chord he helped create. Allen played along to Ian’s lyrics knowing them all by heart.
“You've made up your mind and now I've made up mine ./ I can not and will not let you control my life./ I can dream of a day where I can not hide./ Alone in the depths of the darkness and the night./I try to scream but the sound does not come out. / Oppressed by the darkness of the moon behind the clouds.” Ian and Dave rocked the vocals. Jared’s drumming was never so perfect. Mike and Dave were in exact harmony. Allen sang along with them in his head as he played. The feedback they got from the crowd was somewhat overwhelming and they knew they had it. They started with “My friend Dixson” next.
“With your lies, deceit, and despair you can't cry so I'll cut you tears of blood. I'll drain you dry until you f**king die. I won't let you feel like you've won. You don't deserve to have that satisfaction. What you say comes out of your mouth like the tongue of a snake drenched in poison”
Allen stretched out in the back of Dave’s van with their equipment on their way to Peabody’s Down Under for their first major show in the area. He wondered if this would be any different than the other places that they have played in while they were in Cincinnati or Columbus. All of the clubs there had been the same: dirty and smoke filled with the most popular music blaring (whether it was good or not), equipped with bad lighting and foul language from everyone.
The van abruptly stopped, sending Allen and a few things that weren’t packed in together, skidding across the back of the van.
“We’re here!” Dave cried out in a sing-song voice, turning around to grin stupidly at Allen and Mike who was sitting, squished between two amps. Ian and Jared slid out of the front seat after Dave. Dave looked excited when he opened up the back of the van letting out Allen and Mike. Allen rolled stiffly out of the van making a mental note to call dibs on the front seat before they left. As they unpacked the van, his head throbbed bringing back the scenes from yesterday.
When he walked out of the room, headed straight for the kitchen, knowing what he would find there. Stale coffee, cold and mysterious things floating in was sitting on the counter. He remembered when he searched through the cupboards looking for his bottle of Jack Daniels. He opened the cupboard he kept it in, only to find it gone. He raged through the kitchen, throwing open all of the cupboards. Allen felt the bruise on his knee throb once remembering how he tripped over wires as he ran through the house. He found his bag sitting in the living room, and ransacked it. Finally, after a few moments of searching, he found what he was looking for. His best friend and his worst enemy: Jack Daniels. He poured a generous amount into the disgusting coffee on the counter, hoping to drown out whatever the floating things would taste like. When the mug almost over flowed, he took one long drink.
Allen grabbed his coffee mug and drank, hoping it would stop the throbbing. After the painful event of getting set up, the sat off to the side waiting anxiously. Allen poured more Jack Daniels into his coffee mug while they waited.
He wasn’t really sure how long they waited around, but it seemed like forever. He was so nervous when he heard their introduction.
“Bright Lights and Busy Signals is a hardcore band. Their songs are full of catchy melodic riffs, along with heart pounding breakdowns and rediculoso guitar solos. Songs with extremely fast drums and monstrous screams will get you moving in the craziest pit you've ever seen.” He heard from what seemed like miles away. He took one more long gulp, and got on stage with his friends. He saw a few familiar faces in the crowd, and this didn’t exactly help his nerves. Things were already starting to get blurry around the edges.
He knew Dave wanted to start out with “I’ll make you lick places…..in Europe” and he started with the familiar chord he helped create. Allen played along to Ian’s lyrics knowing them all by heart.
“You've made up your mind and now I've made up mine ./ I can not and will not let you control my life./ I can dream of a day where I can not hide./ Alone in the depths of the darkness and the night./I try to scream but the sound does not come out. / Oppressed by the darkness of the moon behind the clouds.” Ian and Dave rocked the vocals. Jared’s drumming was never so perfect. Mike and Dave were in exact harmony. Allen sang along with them in his head as he played. The feedback they got from the crowd was somewhat overwhelming and they knew they had it. They started with “My friend Dixson” next.
“With your lies, deceit, and despair you can't cry so I'll cut you tears of blood. I'll drain you dry until you f**king die. I won't let you feel like you've won. You don't deserve to have that satisfaction. What you say comes out of your mouth like the tongue of a snake drenched in poison”
