"Jake! That bass solo was awesome man!"
"Thanks Kate, and the vocals were pretty hot if I do say so myself. Say, have you been running more 'cause you're looking pretty damn fit?", he said with a cheeky smile.
Idiot. That's the only thing about the guys, they're total flirts! Especially Dustin. I swear, the guys out with another girl every night, and he still, for some reason, thinks he can get to me. The dude is seriously mistaken. Our bands are like gangs. I know, I know, why am I in a gang? Well, my parents died two years ago, when I was 16, and 2 years ago my brother Zach was, um, he was killed and we still haven't cracked the case. These guys are like my family, they accepted me as I was. With ripped jeans, black eyeliner, and an old, beat up guitar.
Don't get me wrong, I can be really nice, but I just don't put up with drama and shit. Especially when someone comes near my friends. Most people don't because they know better. We're called The Rebels. The only other band/gang who'll come near us are The Rivals, because they just haven't learned their lesson. That's no problem though, I plan on teaching it to them real soon.
"Katelyn!" Dani yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Is my bestie gonna help me get ready for my party tonight?"
"Of COARSE! Did you really think I was gonna let you out of this house looking any less then stunning?" I ask acting offended. We both trample upstairs laughing, as Dani pulls a red mini dress and black heels out of the closet. "What are those for?" I ask, "I thought you were wearing the black one?"
"Oh I am," she says with a grin, " you're wearing this!"
"Dani, why red? You know I don't like to stand out! You wear the red and I'll wear the black, you'll look better in it." I protested.
"Nope! You're wearing the red! End of story, final discussion. Plus it will look good with your guitar!" She argued. Wait a minuet! "The band is playing tonight? They didn't tell me." I asked confused.
"Um, yah, about that.......I, um, toldeveryonethatyouwouldbesinging."
"Woah Dani, slow down! What did you say?" I asked. This girl talks so fast, sometimes she never shuts up! "I, um, I-I...." She stutters. Oh no. When she stutters it is never good. "Dani....why are you stuttering?"
"I told everyone you would be singing tonight." She mumbled.
NO SHE DIDN'T! "WHAT! Danielle Paige Morris! I told you I don't like singing alone! Not without the band!" I yell. "Everyone was asking, and everyone loves your voice!" She's arguing again. This girl should be in politics."You know you want to make it to the big leagues and get record deals, but you can't do it if you're too afraid to sing at a party!" She's pissed now. That's never good. "Fine! Fine! Ok! One song and one song only!" I said giving in, "But can I wear the black dress?"
"NO!" Ugh.
We finally get out to my car, with me almost tripping over my heels. When you wear converse and vans everyday, you're not used to walking on sticks. I get in and adjust my seat. I love my car, it's a cherry red Camaro SS with white racing stripes. My parents left me everything in their will, the car, the house, and whatever they had in their bank accounts. It takes about 10 minutes to get to Dani's house and the place is overflowing with people. Dani squeals and jumps out of the car hugging almost everyone who walks by. She's famous for her parties and everyone in the town comes. Well, almost everyone.
I park the car and grab my guitar out of the back, slinging it over my shoulders. I see a bunch of red cups everywhere and assume she got her brother Justin to get some alcohol since he's 23.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank y'all for coming here tonight and I have a surprise for you!" She started. Oh no, not now. "Since everyone's been asking, my friend Katelyn here's gonna sing you a little something to get this party started!" She's grinning at me while motioning me up to the stage. Yes, she has a auditorium in her house. Like mine were, her parents are filthy rich with money to burn. Now the only thing I need to do is make it up the stairs without tripping.
"Hey guys! Since Dani has been practically begging me and apparently some of you guys have mentioned it, I will be singing tonight." I said trying not to throw up. Why Dani? Why? Ugh!
"Well then, this song is called Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, and I hope you like it!" I played the first chord, that luckily came out perfect, and sang:
"Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp,
and she's probably getting frisky...
right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink
'cause she can't shoot whiskey...
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick,
showing her how to shoot a combo...
And he don't know..."
I was really starting to get into this now.
"That I dug my key into the side
of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats."
I started to move around the stage a little ,and for a moment, I completely forgot that there was anyone around me.
After strumming the last chord, everyone started clapping and cheering so loud that I couldn't hear Dani's obnoxious screaming anymore. Well, I guess that's means I didn't completely suck! I walked through the house and back out to the car just to put my guitar away, but when I went to head back in, I was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Well,well,well! I never thought you'd have the guts to actually do that! That was pretty hot, and the dress ain't that bad either." Niall.

Notes

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