I suppose it's not that big a deal, to have everything you've ever dreamed of, everything you've ever hoped for, everything you've worked so hard you're whole life for flushed down the proverbial toilet. I mean, it happens to everyone, right? At some point during your life, you can all but guarantee that someone, somewhere, is going to come along and piss on your chips.
OK, now let me take a step back and explain myself. I'm not talking about myself, nor am I talking about anyone that I know. This story is yet to happen. It has no happy ending, because they don't exist, not in real life. Not for most people anyway, and certainly, not in this case.
"No," The voice was that of a female, high-pitched and whiney. "No, look stop it! You're not doing it right." All the time she was raising her voice, trying to get herself heard over the noise the amplifiers made. "Jimi, STOP!" Jimi did stop, and looked into the heavily mascara'd face of Demi, lead vocalist of amateur thrash metallers 'Spongeface'.
"Sorry Demi, got a bit carried away there." Jimi smiled a half smile, and Demi melted. He didn't know it, but Demi couldn't love Jimi any more if she tried. To her, he was perfect, and his fingers moved up the frets of his Strat faster than a Formula One lap.
"Yeah, whatever."Demi turned to Sparks, the bands drummer. "Hit it, Sparks!" Sparks casually flicked his dreadlocks out of his face, took another toke on his joint, and began to play.
Four hours later, once the buzz of amplifiers, the rattling of the snare drum, and the last drop of lager was drying into the carpet, Demi was sat alone in her parents basement where the band rehersed. She had been in bands before, but she was only seventeen, and therefore a little naive. She knew that Spongeface were good, it felt incredible when they were rehersing. They had, however only been playing together for a couple of weeks, and Demi knew in her heart of hearts that there was no way that they could sound as good as she thought they did.
Her mind drifted, and before she knew it she was thinking about Jimi. Jimi was twenty-four in body, but in mind he was about seven. Despite his immaturity, he could do incredible things with a guitar, hence the nickname, Jimi. As it has already been mentioned, Demi was deeply in love with Jimi, despite the fact that she was pretty sure he was gay. She had dreams of converting him, but she knew that these were just dreams.
There was a contest, Battle of The Bands. It was being held at the local village hall the following weekend. Demi had checked that all the band could make it, and had then booked them in. She wasn't sure how well they'd do, but they were reasonably high on the bill, so by rights a fair sized crowd should be in attendance. Spongeface rehersed at every available oppurtunity, five maybe six times before the big day, trying to perfect a twenty minute set.
The day of Battle of The Bands came. There were nine bands entered in total. Spongeface were to play sixth. The first two bands came and went. They weren't really that good, no stage prescence, and their instrumentation was poor. The next two bands were very much in the same vein. Then the fifth band played. They were excellent. Demi knew a couple of the band from school, and she'd had no idea how good they were.
Halfway through their fifth song, an amp exploded, starting a fire which in turn caused the rest of the amps to explode, and the village hall to burn down within minutes.
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