[M] High School Demolition Music IC

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Addison donned her signature Cat-That-Swallowed-The-Canary smile as Wade retreated, and she leaned away from the back of Wade's seat, ceased bouncing him as she was passed her food. Her feet still up on the seat, she slumped and used the flat of her stomach as something of a table, rolling down the sides of her BK bag, fishing out her burger and dumping her fries into the empty bag.

With some skill, she held her drink with her thighs and unwrapped her burger, taking a bite then stealing one of the slices of bacon off the top and munching on it. She continued to eat on the way to her house, taking a drink of her iced tea every now and then, sometimes trading her burger for a few fries. Addi wasn't exactly a dainty eater, but she wasn't a slob and seemed to have some kind of method. She finished her burger before her fries and then adjusted, no longer needing her tummy-table, slumping less and continuing to eat the fries out of the bag.

As she finished, she tossed the original wrapper of her fries into the bag, then the wrapper of her burger into the little sack she'd made, and placed it on the seat where almost everyone could reach it. "Trash bag, right here," she announced, pointing, then taking another sip of her iced tea. They weren't far from her house now.

[Damonique]

As Jasin handed around food, he noticed the exchange between Addi and Wade. It was tense...then it just stopped, and wade went back to tapping away on his Gameboy. Jasin handed his friend his milkshake and the burgers he had bought him without a word, not even a snicker. It was difficult to not let out a single one-liner.

"It's okay, dude, we don't need a Yoko in the band anyway. Drama fucks shit up." He remarked quietly while the two in the back were busy chowing down. Wade had had a thing for Addi from day one, and not just the thing he had for anything with breasts.

Not that Jasin hadn't been tempted, hell, he couldn't say he wasn't tempted, there were a few night she had been willing to drive him back home drunk where he did little more than try to get into her pants. But she never brought it up afterwards, and Jasin wondered if it was because she didn't think he remembered or not. For that he thanked her. He had just gotten back into best friend status with Wade and that would fuck the whole thing up.

They pulled into Addi's driveway in Eerie silence, but things quickly got louder as they cleared out of the van and grabbed their instruments. It was time to rock, and it would be righteous indeed. Jasin popped opened Boris' back doors and retrieved his Schecter Bass and Ibanez Electric Guitar, not knowing wheather he would be relegated to bassist of backup guitar. Maybe he should invest in one of those double-necked Bass/Guitar combo's like Geddy Lee used to play in the Rush hayday.

That was one musical secret he would never be willing to admit and still show his face in public. Jasin was a huge Rush fan, he even had an R30 ticket stub signed by Geddy and Pert. But saying you like technotronic Prog-Rock was committing musical suicide in the age of metal and grunge.

[Awean8]

As soon as they entered the Addi's garage, he picked up his beaten up electric guitar which he had left leaning on her musty couch. This guitar has had quite a history. It first belonged to a blues musician from back in the 50's who openly claimed that he quote unquote, "sold his soul to the devil". It than changed hands to a 60's tree hugger with a knack for LCD, and than in the 70's it was used to make heavy metal back when everyone was either Led Zeppelin or Black Sabbath. The 80's punk movement left the guitar scarred from the energy of each show, and the 90's grunge movement made this guitar experienced. Wade named it "Jude", and because of it's history he believes it has the perfect tone.

Setting up things for practice mostly consisted of plugging things in. You had to plug the mics into their amps, you had to plug in your guitar to the amp, and than you had to plug in your amp. It was quite exhausting.

Their show of their lives was tonight starting at 7:00 PM. It was 4:54 PM, so they had about an hour before they had to pack up and head downtown.

[Ushima]

"Hey Addi hold the bag open." Ken rolled his trash up into a ball and tossed it. "Two points!" He cheered, making the shot. Ken was good at basket ball. When he wasn't playing guitar, working, pwning online or asleep he was outside. Ken was the athletic one. But they finally pulled up to Addi's house. First thing he grabbed her drums and helped set it up, like always. Next he jumped back in the van to grab his bag, amp, pedals and cords. But the most important thinig was Sasha. The Ninja guitar. After doing it for so long he quickly set up his equipment. Plucking a few strings he adjusted his gear to make it sound perfect. "Shit yeah!" He was ready to rip, well not entirely. Setting 'Sasha' down he unzipped his hoodie and tossed it on the couch. Quickly followed was his t-shirt. Now he was ready to play. Reaching into his pocket Ken grabbed a pick.

Strumming a few cords, the loud electric guitar came out. It filled him with excitement. "What we doing first?" Ken asked, adjusting the tuning nobs on his guitar. Ken was down for practically any song they decide to play, though he did have his favorites. Any song he could 'play the shit' out of his guitar was alright and anytime he had to sing. He prefers screaming of course. Ken was bouncing on his feet, itching to get started. The red pick in his right hand needed to dance across the strings. "Let's start this shit!"

[TheBaron]

Mercy grinned to herself as she saw the van pull up to Addi's garage. She was standing in her own garage with pain and paintbrushes all around her. She had paint on her face and J-Rock was playing in the back ground. She looked at her current painting and smiled at it. It was a picture of a big red bleeding broken heart sitting in a puddle. She added the final touch and turned away from it. The heart was now bleeding into the puddle and her name was jaggedly signed into the bottom of the canvas. She waved happily at the people in the garage and smiled a big smile.

[Damonique]

Jasin shook his head solemnly at Ken and his minor demonstration of slight athletic skill. "Yeah, Yeah, you can dunk a ball into a hoop. Shuddup about it" he grumbled to himself as he removed his plugged his Schecter Diamond Bass into its amplifier and tuned the instrument.

Once again, Ken insisted on playing with his shirt off, exposing to the rest of the world his pale, white, hairless torso. Not a good image. The bass came out crisp and twangy, Perfect. Jasin slammed out a few heavy riffs to compliment Ken's fast'n'furious metal-shredding.

It was almost showtime, and Jasin was in the zone, they just needed their singer and drummer to get prepped. Across the street, he saw Addi's neighbors and one of their crews common friends, Mercy, painting away in her garage.

"Hey, Mer, care to listen in on the preshow jam session and give some critique? And don't mind Ken's eerily bald chest, thats just the way he was born." Jasin chuckled, pressing his palm against the strings of ken's guitar to quiet it so she could hear them.

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Aided by Ken, she adjusted her kit before sitting down behind it and drawing out a fresh pair of drumsticks, twirling one between her fingers skillfully. She placed her foot on the bass drum pedal and pounded out a little bit of a beat, grinning.

Looking up at her bandmates, she clasped her sticks and set them on top of her floor tom, rising from her stool. "Be right back," she told them, disappearing through the garage's door into her house.

"Dad! The guys are over! Don't forget we've got our show tonight. We're leaving in an hour or so, but don't go on til seven, ok? May be home late!"

"All right, booger! Just be safe!" He hollered at her in return from his office upstairs, and she blushed as she closed the refrigerator door, arms full of water bottles. It was almost a mixture of love and frustration whenever he called her "booger," but she was such a Daddy's Girl that she'd never, ever tell him to stop. She and her father had a good relationship, trusting and as long as he knew where and who young Addison was with, he was almost always all right with it.

"Love you!" They called to each other at about the same time and she left out the door to the garage again, kicking up the lid of the cooler they kept next to the couch and dumping the water bottles into it before closing it again. Her gaze caught Ken and she grinned.

"Dude, you really need to get your ass down to my swim practices or something. Get some color on that skin!" Addi herself had a nice color to her skin due to a mix of swim and track practices, though she rarely went out without sun block on. Sitting down behind her drums again, she plucked up her sticks and spun them again, one in each hand.

For the life of her, Addison could not write with both hands, but she could spin a drumstick in each at the same time. The air in the garage was buzzing now, from a mix of microphones, amps and their gang's excitement, which was bright even in Addi's eyes. She pounded out another rhythm and tossed her hair as she did, feeling the beat in her chest, warming her muscles.

"Mmm," Addi murred, giving herself a little shake before purring her drumsticks on her snare, a drumroll.

"What to play~?" She teased, then blinked. "That is a good question, what is the set list tonight, Wade?"

[Awean8]

Wade spoke into the mic, "Well we're playing like an five song setlist."

He sort of danced barefoot in order to get a rhythm as he thought about the songs. "The first song on the list will be 'Phase One', it starts off slow but than hits hard and steady. It's the perfect first impression"

On Jude's fretboard he fingered a C chord, practicing in his head. "The second song will be 'A Sucker for a Sweet Talker".

"The third song will be, 'Potty Mouthed Gutter Head', it's a shit-kicker song. Ken here will enjoy it." Wade remembered that he had to scream in this song. Ouch. Its a good thing, he's going to be bringing some herbal tea, to mend his throat afterward.

"Number four......will be 'Williamsburg Fraud', and number five will be 'Diction Canary'. I think that will do."

[Ushima]

Ken looked down at his body. "Are we looking at the same thing? Or is the light really shitty?" His skin was tan, not as tan as Addi though. Ken's body was lanky, he had a decent amount of muscle on him. Hell his job was lifting packages all day, some of those were heavy. "Whatever you say though Addi. I'll join you. Could be fun." Ken waved at Addi's neighbor Mercy. After waving he looked at his right hand. The black ink of the word RAGE on his fingers. He had gotten it when he was sixteen. "Remeber when I got this Addi? You came with me, I kept bitching that I wouldn't be able to play for awhile. Getting tattooed didn't hurt that badly, though he was sad he couldn't convice Addi to get one at the time. He'd try every now and then. "Alright Wade lets hear that set list."

Ken's fingers twitched as Wade listed the songs. "Awwww we ain't playing 'Crazy Ex With A Shotgun?'" Ken had no problems with the list, number three had his name written all over it. "I'm down with those. Good choices." His fingers slid up the neck to the appropriate frets, tightened his fingers around his pick. He was ready to start. "Time to crank it!" All of the dials on Ken's gear goes up to eleven, and thats where they were set.

[Damonique]

"Sure, Bro, I can do it all. Then again, I'm bass, so its really up to the vocalists, I just got over laryngitis, so I won't be singing for most of the list." Jasin replied, and began tuning and testing his base for the first set. "Phase One" was a really Bass-Heavy song, from beginning to end he had to alternate between slamming out bass riffs and slowly dialing up his amp until it flooded the whole building.

Jasin's Musical style could best be described as "White Noise", without a whole lot of real tone and pitch, but a distinguishable beat that was always there. The Schecter Diamond was a beaut for that job, being a top-of-the line Amp Bass, meant to be played long and loud.

The few times he wasn't creating an all-consuming background he played Twangy cut of notes and wild riffs, almost playing the Bass as a guitar at times. It was a little Effect trick he had learned from his secret Inspiration, Geddy Lee. The only bassist to be bigger than his whole band put together.

Ken's Black Metal thing meant they played a lot of that, so he took quite a bit of inspiration from Ronnie J. Dio, with flat, loud, all encompassing notes hitting you in waves. He was also the only one in the band with a voice deep enough to sing backup, which meant for one song at least on this setlist he would have to sacrifice his ailing throat for.