The day when everything went wrong was last Saturday. In that day, Me (you can call me Carl Martin, and I’m the bassist of our band) and my bandmates played in our first concert ever. We were a starting up band, so this concert will be the first interest to new listeners. Therefore, Our manager decided to make a routine that’s fit for that concert.
We woke up at 6 am, – that kills me though – do something we want (fire the city and burgling, etc are not included) but the breakfast should be finished before 7. Then, we gonna turn up the amplies and instruments, starting to get on practicing. Practice and practice and practice, that’s what we do until 11.
11 to 16 was the only time we could do anything, so for us, that time was heaven. But then, Mr. Manager would probabaly phone us and force us back to work. Billy – our drummer – and Sally – our singer – always complain with him. Finally, after that “marathon”, we gonna have our supper. That’s the only part I love. Nothing can be as gorgeous as a delicious supper.
That’s our whole practicing day. Really dumb and dull, for sure. So that was the reason why Bill was stressed with it (and Mr. Manager). He were always grumbling about Mr Manager, complain about his routine, his mindset, or even his (stupid) suit, his “elegant” beard or whatsoever you can sqeeze out of your brain. Therefore, Billy couldn’t get on practicing anymore. He always out whenever he wanted with his chaotic head, left the other SC4RECROW’s members alone and the others gonna left a sigh with it.
Kevin – our guitarist – was fed up with that immature actions, so at first, he tried to scold him. The last time I saw him scold, he was trying to kept himself calm was after Billy’s anger. He crippled Kev’s amply by an axe. After that, Kev started to change his mindset in teaching Billy. He started with offered Billy for private meals in supper dupper awesome restaurant, and then, when Billy opened up and úually opening his heart with Kev, he went to other places with Billy. And slowly, Billy shown a sign of a litte change in his action , even he still burnt out in praticing. But, if everything was continuing in that way, our Sunday haven’t been the most extraordinary Sunday…..
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Billy was waking up after a dream. He wondered how exhausted he was after that dream. He tryna get off the bed and go brush his teeth but a sound of someone clearing their throat made him paused immediately. He knew that sound. Nobody can clear their throat as Amadeus. Billy moved his mouth lightly and quicky :
– Who…are..you???- that action added with a little frightening and panicky.
That person smirked gently and quietly. He took a quick look on Billy and said:
-That’s what I want to ask you, William Watkins.
Billy was full of nerve in that moment. But except of run away, Billy was freezed on the way-to-the-bathroom, stood nervously but looking at Amadeus emotionlessly. Amadeus giggled and whispered:
– Just joking, old friend. I’m here because I have an offer.
Billy raised his eyebrows of that words.
– I want you to sing that song .- Amadeus said quizzically
Billy was almost fell off and sweated. He hasn’t prepared for this offer. “Amadeus’ lyrical album” is the song which Amadeus has written since he was alive. That song was mixed by noise, glitch, alt jazz, metal, opera and a little classic. Even the unique of mix that genres toghether was marvelous, the song itself chose it’s listener. Billy shook his head in shock and dreamly said in nerve :
– No way, man.
Amadeus stared at Billy fora moment. That action made him a laughter.
– We’ll go out for a meal first, and then you can decide later, shall we?
Billy tried to say something but the dark covered his eye, and he immediatly jump out of a bed (what???) and realized that what he’s seen was just a dream. But why do evertthing was so realistic?…….
* * *
It’s 5am and I woke up . I’m always the one who wake up the soonest in the band, and it might be the side effect of coffee. Coffee is my favor so I would like to take a deep sip of it whenever. And like the other days, I had a little coffe before practice. But that day was the final day and the day the concert take place so I just had few minutes for the breakfast coffee. After that, I trudged to the studio and turned on the lights. A quick thought came to me that working in this studio might made me panic. In that few second, I sympathized with BIlly. I looked around the studio and realized that Basste (my bass) had disappeared. I ran around the studio pacnickly to find her. While I struggling in finding, Billy happlily slammed the door and came in. He looked at me inquisitively and asked :
– Hi man. What are you doin’?
I quickly glanced at him and answered:
– Findin’ ma’ bass.
He smirked and said :
– I’ll help.
Quickly, he took a glance around the studio and yelled:
– HERE WE GO!!! Carl, can you SEE your BASS on the BENCH??
I took a look at the bench and – magically – my darling’s there, lying down on the bench as resting herself after days and days practicing with me. I stared at Billy and thrilledly told him:
– God, thank you dude. Now let’s prepare for the last practicing.
Unbelieveably, Billy agreed with me in a huge joy. But that would be unbelieveable if Billy hasn’t played the drum as emotionally as that. Sally and Kevin woke up later and saw Billy practicing and after they saw Billy practicing inadvertently, they were full of surprise
(I’m still writing. It haven’t done yet)
