Kennedy [[All For You, My Daisy]] Brock: 01

1/2 Chapter 11
-A Storm-


"Let's roll," Garrett yelled walking out the door. Everyone piled into the gigantic white van, which we kindly nicknamed The Thief. Basically, you can lose anything in between the seats. "Okay, Danny, where do you live," John asked. "Two streets over, I'll show you where." Jared popped in Four Letter Lie's album, What A Terrible Thing to Say. Great choice, because everyone was jumping out of their seats.

"I'll see you later Danny," I leaned over and hugged him as we pulled up to his house. "Bye! See ya Janelle!" "Bye bumper buddy," she waved ecstatically. "Bumper buddy," Pat questioned. "We both have to use the bumper things when we go bowling." "Or else they fail miserably," I explained. "Shut up!" "Make me!" "Is that a challenge?" "No Janelle, it's a bet." "Five dollars," everyone else chimed. "Wouldn't you like to see-" Janelle cut me off by shoving a ripped out page of a magazine in my mouth. "I canf still make noishe," I tried to yell. "DAMNIT!" "Thats how I do, baby boo," I said, and threw the paper ball at her. "Jooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohn?" "Yes, Tira. Hurry," he said turning into the parking lot of Starbucks. "SWEET! Do you guys want anything," I asked. "The usual," chimed everyone but Kennedy. "Kennedy? Are you alive back there? What do you want," I asked. "Just get me whatever you get," he said. "Alright. Garrett, help Janelle and I," I lightly demanded.

We walked inside, and they'd already started making the drinks. "Hey, could you get me me another Grande Skinny Vanilla Bean Frapp. instead of Kennedy's usual," I asked one of the three making drinks. "Sure!" This was our routine before shows. We always went to the same Starbucks, and since we did it so much, they pretty much new what to do when they saw the van outside. I handed Sarah, the usual cashier when we came in, my debit card. "Where areyou playing tonight," she asked Garrett. "Java Warehouse." "Oh, gross! That place smells so rank," she said handing me the card back. "That's what I said." "Apparently hobo's and piss are their scene though," Janelle said. "Okay, it was either that or we could play at the Shack," he defended. It wasn't really named The Shack, but it was the crappiest venue in town, had the crappiest service, and the worst acoustics. "Oh, well Java is like paradise compared to that place," Sarah said. "Hence our decision." "Drinks are done," one of the girls behind the counter said. "Thank you! Bye Sarah!" We each grabbedtwo drinks (except for Garrett, who took three), and headed to the car.

When we got to the venue, Jared pulled out the Sharpie. "Mark it up," he said after drawing an X on his hand. This place still used the old fashioned approach with not serving drinks to minors. "You'd think they'd be able to tell," I said drawing an X on my left hand. After that, we all hopped out of the van and grabbed equipment. Amps, cords, guitars, mic stands, mics, drum pieces, pics, whatever there was, we all grabbed something. The guys were the third of five bands to go on, and the rules were to be there at the beginning of the set before yours, which we did. We sat and watched the band from the side. "Dude, they're awesome," John exclaimed. "I know, who are they," I asked. "I think that's Metro Station," Garrett informed us. When their set ended, we helped the guys in Metro Station disassemble their things and take it backstage, and they helped all of us set up. "You guys were amazing," I told one of the singers. "Thanks! I'm Mason," he replied. "I'm Atira, and this is Janelle," I introduced smiling. "So who are you guys here with?" "The Maine. Her brother is the vocals," Janelle said. "OH! Thats awesome, I've heard them play before. They're greatlive," he said kindly. "Tira! Water?" "One second." I walked to the cooler the venue supplied and pulled out five bottles. "Here guys," I said passing them out. "Thank youuu!"

"Hey guys! We're The Maine, and this song is called 'Count 'Em One, Two, Three!"

During the set, the guys of Metro Station, Janelle and I watched from the side. "JOHHHHHH," I ran and jumped on my sweaty brother when they finished their set, "GUYS! You were freakin' fantastic!" "Don't you kind of have to say that," Jared pointed out. "No, I could say that you guys sucked more than a black hole filled with balls, but that would be a lie," I said smiling. "She's right, you guys were flat out amazing," Trace chimed in. "Thanks guys, you were really good too," Pat said.

All of the guys waited around talking after we dismantled their set and loaded it. All except for Kennedy and Garrett. That's odd. They're always making connections with bands. "I'm so tired," Janelle said. "Me too." We were sitting at the bar drinking water listening to the last band play."Okay, for a crap venue, they definitely get great bands playing here," she said. "I know! Too bad half of these kids look like they're just here to be cool," I laughed. I turned my head to survey the crowd and that's howI saw it.