Dreams Never Come True
The Try-Out
It turns out the guy is Chris and the girl with the blonde hair is May. We all love the same music and have the same interests. I cant tell them about the guys though....it would ruin it! I have first period with December and Cassie and we sit together and start talking.
"So, do you have any good talents?" Cassie asks.
"Well, i can sing? Thats about it." i reply.
"Hey! We need vocals! We are creating a band. I am bass, Cassie is rhythem guitar, Chris is lead guitar and May is the drummer!" December exclaims.
First i have new friends and now they want me in a band! This is happening so fast! And Gerard and the guys dont have to search the ends of the earth for a band for me!
"Sure!"
"Well, we have to try you out first though. To see if your REALLY good." Cassie puts in.
My heart starts to sink. I wont get it. Im just another girl with a pretty voice. Maybe Gerard was wrong about me.
"When are the try-outs?" I ask.
"After school actually. Can you make it on short notice? I know your new and everything so maybe we can drive you there. Your one of us even if you dont make it, so dont worry."
I gulp. I dont have time to prepare. But i need this. I need a band.
"Okay."
The teacher, Mr.Walts, walks in and the class hushes down. When he starts talking giberish, i drown him out and take out my notebook. I start to doodle a rose with a sword coming down into it. I stare at the drawing and think of how it contributes to life. The rose symbolizes me and the sword is pain. The pain of the life i have endured.
The bell yanks me out of my thoughts and i scramble my things together and head for the door.
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The rest of the day goes by quickly and i meet May in the parking lot.
"Hey, ill be bringing you to the try-outs."
"Okay, give me a minute."
I dial up Gerard and he picks up on the third ring.
"Hey Jazz, where are you?"
"Im going to a band try out for vocals."
"Did you tell them about us and that if you make it you will make them.......you know."
I shake my head and say, "No, i want to make it fair and square. Wish me luck!"
He tells me good luck and hangs up. I walk back over to May and we climb into her black camero. The drive there is silent and when we arrive, music is blaring. We walk in and Chris grabs my hand.
"Come on! You have to try out now!"
He drags me up to the stage and i can barely stay on my feet. When i get to the stage, Cassie, December and May are already in their seats and Chris is climbing in his seat.
I stand up there for a few seconds before i start singing You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison.
In the middle of a gunfight
In the center of a resturaunt
They say come with you arms raised high
Well they're never gonna get me
like a bullet through a flock of doves
To rage this war against you faith in me
Throughout the whole song, their faces are blank. when it is over, they tell me thank you and i get off the stage, hoping, praying that i get it.
"So, do you have any good talents?" Cassie asks.
"Well, i can sing? Thats about it." i reply.
"Hey! We need vocals! We are creating a band. I am bass, Cassie is rhythem guitar, Chris is lead guitar and May is the drummer!" December exclaims.
First i have new friends and now they want me in a band! This is happening so fast! And Gerard and the guys dont have to search the ends of the earth for a band for me!
"Sure!"
"Well, we have to try you out first though. To see if your REALLY good." Cassie puts in.
My heart starts to sink. I wont get it. Im just another girl with a pretty voice. Maybe Gerard was wrong about me.
"When are the try-outs?" I ask.
"After school actually. Can you make it on short notice? I know your new and everything so maybe we can drive you there. Your one of us even if you dont make it, so dont worry."
I gulp. I dont have time to prepare. But i need this. I need a band.
"Okay."
The teacher, Mr.Walts, walks in and the class hushes down. When he starts talking giberish, i drown him out and take out my notebook. I start to doodle a rose with a sword coming down into it. I stare at the drawing and think of how it contributes to life. The rose symbolizes me and the sword is pain. The pain of the life i have endured.
The bell yanks me out of my thoughts and i scramble my things together and head for the door.
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The rest of the day goes by quickly and i meet May in the parking lot.
"Hey, ill be bringing you to the try-outs."
"Okay, give me a minute."
I dial up Gerard and he picks up on the third ring.
"Hey Jazz, where are you?"
"Im going to a band try out for vocals."
"Did you tell them about us and that if you make it you will make them.......you know."
I shake my head and say, "No, i want to make it fair and square. Wish me luck!"
He tells me good luck and hangs up. I walk back over to May and we climb into her black camero. The drive there is silent and when we arrive, music is blaring. We walk in and Chris grabs my hand.
"Come on! You have to try out now!"
He drags me up to the stage and i can barely stay on my feet. When i get to the stage, Cassie, December and May are already in their seats and Chris is climbing in his seat.
I stand up there for a few seconds before i start singing You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison.
In the middle of a gunfight
In the center of a resturaunt
They say come with you arms raised high
Well they're never gonna get me
like a bullet through a flock of doves
To rage this war against you faith in me
Throughout the whole song, their faces are blank. when it is over, they tell me thank you and i get off the stage, hoping, praying that i get it.
I apologize for not updating........i cant think of anything and i feel this story is going too slow. If you have any cool ideas, please message me. I need inspiration
~Cyanide
4/9/13