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I swear there was no way that I could get any more tan.

If I was to get more tan than I was now, I would become black, no doubt.

So if I was to stay out in this screaming hot sun any longer, I was surely going to become black.

Shit, I already listened to rap. I already did rap. All I needed was gangster clothing and I’d be all set.

But I would not let this shitty job make me change ethnicities.

I dragged the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping away salty sweat that was literally leaking from my pores. I hated this job. I really, really hated this job. And still, I ask myself every day why I work here, and why I wanted to work here in the first place.

It was the only place that was actually hiring, or at least the only place that would hire a sixteen-year-old like myself. But I could’ve looked a little longer, at more places. I hate the outdoors. I hate flowers. I hate excessive sun and sweating and all of the other bullshit I had to be put through. Why couldn’t the old ladies working here do this job? Why couldn’t I just stay inside, in the air conditioning, and run the cash register?

Ugh.

Well, at least the sun was setting. And it was almost nine o’ clock. Thank Jesus, I could go home and finally sleep or something. I needed to write more lyrics. Brad had been killing me over my lack of creativity. I guess he didn’t understand that I had this job to pay for our equipment. And I was the only one out of both of us that had a job. So I was the only one paying for mine and his shit. I should make him write lyrics, just to show him how hard it is when you have to juggle trying to manage to write good lyrics, working full time, and band practice all in one. He was such an ass sometimes. But I loved the dude. He was like a brother to me, so there was no getting rid of him anytime soon. I just wish he wasn’t annoying like one.

I hung the last of the flower baskets up where they belonged and made my way back to the store, with the air conditioning. It was about time. I seriously felt like I was about to pass out from heat exhaustion. July in California could do that to you. Agora Hills here in Cali was probably the hottest place on the planet, besides Africa, of course. It was always hot. Even in winter, it’s warm. When it rains, it feels like you’re being scorched by boiling water falling from the sky. It doesn’t even snow here. That’s how bad it is. Sometimes, I really wished I didn’t live here at all.

I opened the door to the building of the florist and instantly exhaled deeply in relief of the cold air hitting my whole body. I wanted to collapse onto the floor and convulse a little bit. But I didn’t. I kept my composure and saved it for when I would get home.

“Mike, did you finish hanging up the petunias?”

I scowled slightly at her voice. That was the manager, Rita. She was an old lady in her seventies with the usual poofy silver hair, black dress slacks and floral button up shirts. She was so annoying. Usually, old ladies like that were really sweet and nice. But she was like the clone of Satan. Every day, she would make me redo everything I completed earlier because “I didn’t do them right”. Shove it up your ass, lady, if you don’t like it, do it yourself.

“Yes, Rita. I’m punching out for the night. It’s nine. I’ll see you on Monday,” I said as I walked straight to the back, punched out on my time slot, and walked straight out the door. I didn’t even wait for her to complain about the job I did. It was Thursday, and I had a whole three day weekend from this hell hole. Hoo-fucking-ray.

When I got out into the parking lot, my dad was waiting there for me. I sighed in relief and quickly opened the door to his car to get in before Satan-spawned Rita came chasing after me.

“Hey dad,” I said, exhausted, slouching back in the seat, buckling myself in and turning on the radio.

“Rough day, huh?” He asked. “It did go up to about one-hundred-and-two today. I can’t imagine what the heat index was.”

“The heat index was probably about three-thousand.” I leaned my head against the head rest and rolled my eyes. I turned my head to look out the window to see all of the orange-painted buildings, cars, trees, and everything else passing by as we drove. The sun was setting behind us, igniting everything in its path on fire to burn until the cool, bright moon came up to put it all out. It would be so much more glorious to see all of these things from different parts of the world on a tour bus, or a plane, with a band to call my own. Brad and I had talked about it before; this is what we really wanted to do.

Music was never just a past time or a hobby for us, it was a passion. I knew the first day that I touched my fingers to a piano that it was what I wanted to do. There’s something about it that’s so moving, so inspiring, and so wondrous. It’s a way of communicating to people, to groups of people. It’s a way to get out your feelings without screaming and yelling your lungs out. Music is something that doesn’t require an explanation; you hear it, and you know what it is. It can be simple, like the tapping of your fingers on a table or the song you hum when you’re bored, or it can be complex, like a whole two-hundred-man orchestra or a band with different players and instruments.

Music is my life, and it’s Brad’s life, too. He and I both agreed that we would be in a band together, no matter what it took.

And that’s what we were working on.




A couple of minutes more was all it took until Dad and I got into the drive way. It was silent except for the few words that were exchanged earlier. We don’t talk much anymore, due to the fact that Brad and I are always busy trying to put stuff together and he’s always working when I’m not occupied. I wanted to talk to him more, and get comfortable with him again, but I just felt too far away from him now. It would be awkward. Eventually I’d get close again, I knew that.

I walked by Mom as I went straight to the staircase to go up to my room. We exchanged hi’s and goodnights, like always, as I jogged up my stairs to get my clothes off and turn in for the night.

My hands turned the knob to my door that was covered in stickers, posters, and pictures of bands, friends, and everything else that I seemed to like. After pushing the door open past the pile of crap that was in front of it, I walked in, and immediately started to take my shirt off, pulling it over my head. I used it to wipe off the sweat that still rested on top of my caramel skin, and then tossed it to the floor with the rest of my dirty clothes.

I then started to undo my belt, but as I did, my phone rang.

Great.

Brad was calling again.

He was getting pretty good at the timing. I guess he knew exactly when I was able to get into my room after work.

The phone beeped when I pressed the talk button to answer.

“Yes, Brad?”

“DUDE!” Oh no. An excited Brad. That’s possibly one of the worst things ever.
“Yes, Brad?” I repeated, but with more annoyance in my tone. I undid the rest of my belt and pulled it out of my belt loops with one hand, then rested the phone on my shoulder to unbutton my jeans.

“I think I may have found us a lead singer here in Phoenix.”

I froze.

A lead singer. In Phoenix?

I knew that there was something good behind him leaving with his cousins for two weeks. Luckily, it was his last week there before he was coming home.

“Seriously?” I asked, now holding the phone in my hand again, giving up on unzipping my pants. This was seriously good news.

“Seriously, bro. His name’s Chester, I guess he used to be in a band before, and then they kicked him out. He was just up here at this karaoke thing, at this little bar down here. He sang some STP, and he sounded really freakin’ good. So, afterwards, I introduced myself and talked to him for a while, and then asked him if he was interested in trying us out.” I was dazing off into his words, imagining the life of a real, touring musician. I fell back onto my bed and stared up at my ceiling. “He said all we had to do was send him a demo to sing over, dude! Aw man, I’m so super excited, you have no idea! Do you know-“

“Brad.” I interrupted, stopping him from his crazy rant of joy.

“What?”

“You had me at ‘I found a lead singer’”.
Yay! :boogie:

I finally finished it! After all of my laziness, writers block and procrastination, Chapter one to :iconfaily-o-mcfailson:, :icondrummerladybourdon: and I's Linkin Park fiction is finished!

Unfortunately, :icondrummerladybourdon: is currently busy moving into her own place (congrats again, dearest :]), so she won't be able to get a chapter up for a little bit. Which is fine, because that gives Faily and I more time to think out the rest of this and plan it all out. :]

So, I hope you like it, and please, if you see any typos, ALERT ME IMMEDIATELY!

I won't be able to live with myself if there are any typos in there. :XD:

Please comment! :lol:

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sleazeroxx Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2009
ROFL BLACK MIKE. I don't know why, but that's still amazing.

Also, Mike convulsing on the floor is funny as hell too xDDD

And you make Brad sound like he's really annoying or something. Which is hilarious :rofl:

But either way, very nice! I really liked it. I like the part when he's talking about music, I thought that was pretty cool. Mr. Palmer would be proud!

Now you need to write MOAR! (moarjoehahnplzkthxbai)
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Sum41luvr224 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2009
I will write :iconmoarplz: once we figure everything out and Faily finishes Prologue and CJ can get started on her chapter. :]

I don't know how long it will be but we'll get there. :D

Thankies! :hug:
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sleazeroxx Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2009
Yaaaaay! I'm excited :D :iconmoarplz: is always good!

At least you guys CAN write, I'm kind of stuck again. But on the other hand, I have been drawing more stuff recently, so I guess that makes up for it :shrug:

AND SPEAKING OF WHICH, YOU NEED :iconmoarplz: ARTZ.

And you're welcome! :glomp:
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Sum41luvr224 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2009
:iconmoarplz: is good. :XD:

Haha yeah, I suppose that does make up for it.

Like that one guy's face. :XD: (I don't know how to spell his first name so I'm not gonna :iconyoufailplz: ) haha.

I do.
I'm drawing something right now, actually. 'Tis in the works. It's a little different from what I usually do, but I'm happy to be going somewhere different. :]

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I love that emoticon. :XD:
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sleazeroxx Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2009
Indeed it is!

:iconmoarplz::iconmoarplz::iconmoarplz:

Oh you mean JOE LYNN TURNER?! xDDDD

Well that's epic! You need to scan that shit in when you're done :D May I ask what it is? Or do I have to just see?

LOL that thing's amazing!! :rofl:
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Sum41luvr224 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2009
Yeah, I didn't know if it was that or like Jolyn or whatever. Lmao. :XD:

Tis.
Well, you probably don't want to know. lol. I just felt like doing it. In the mood I guess you could say. Trying to mature my artz. I guess.

And I'll just have to see how it turns out. Lol.

It is, isnt it?
I love it. :XD:

:la:
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sleazeroxx Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2009
LOL Jolyn would be hilarious. But it's not sadly :XD:

Oh? Is it Joe Hahn naked?

But seriously, what is it? You can't say "You don't wanna know" and then not tell me. That's like saying, "I have a delicious piece of cake that you CAN'T have!"

LOL don't know where that came from. But it's true!
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Sum41luvr224 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2009
Lmao.

Idk. It's a chick. Naked. Laying in bed, and she's sleeping, dreaming about someone or something, and she's gripping the sheets, like she's trying to hold on to something like she thinks it's there, but obviously, it's just a sheet. Nothing's really there.

I thought the concept was cool. And I've been wanting to draw a nude female for a while, really. I just never did in the fear that
a. My parents would find it and get pissed.
b. You would think it's totally weird.
or
c. That I really wouldn't do anything right and it would look like a pile of shit.

But because I'm really non caring about what people think about what I do, I can explain to my parents what it is and why, and I think I've seen enough naked women in my life (naturally. My sister, the nudes on here that are beautiful) that I think I might actually be able to pull it off.

So. Yeah. :]
It's ok so far. I just began it a few nights ago. I haven't really worked on it since. So I need to do that. It's just pencil drawing, I'm not gonna color it at all.

I feel like more a mature artist now that I could do it. I'm not doing it because "I think it's HOT" or anything. I just think it's a good idea, I like the concept. And the fact that she's nude give it more of a natural, beautiful look to it (in my opinion and if I can do it right lol).

:]

Answer your phoneeeeee I need to talk to jooo! :[
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faily-o-mcfailson Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2009  Professional General Artist
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Sum41luvr224 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2009
:excited:

:heart:

:love:

:icondurrhurrplz:
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