Nothing but the band

This is a story written by myself and people at school!

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                                          Sydney
    We’d Finally got together for our first band practice. We were mostly just messing around though somehow we looked and sounded fantastic! Then we decided to record our “Jam Session” .aka our first song.  When we played it back for the first time I knew we were gonna be big! “We need a manager!” I stated nonchalantly. “And Stage names!” Kristy said so we all thought. “Morgan vam’Pire! “ I decided and in order Kristy, Candis, and Rachael made theirs too. “Morana Oxy, Rafiel Ole, and Twisted Prayers.” They determined. “That’s all good but the whole band needs a name!” I said we started shouting out answers, “hell’s angels?” “How bout Brain Stew?” “THE BABY EATING UNICORNS!” and that’s what we went for thanks to Ralfy. We all fell of our chairs/ drum stools (if we had them). After everyone (but Morana) left I decided to go to the store. We looked down every aisle “finally!” I said and grabbed a box of Cherry Red hair dye as Morana grabbed red and black. “Bye, bye Sydney Johnson Hello Morgan vam’Pire!” I said out loud.  We worked on a couple of songs. Our first I called Vampire Streak our first metal hit. My lyrics are the best, the sound was clean, and were ready to kick some a*s! We called everyone up and mew out at my place deciding to call up my best friend Myke our new manager!

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    Stina

    It was 8 pm on a Saturday when we started to set up. I slid my cable into my guitar and did a quick sound check. Nervously I looked over to talk to Myke. “ So how long are we gonna be here?” “Till about 10.” I stared at all the bowling alley and all the old people granny bowling. “Are you sure they’ll like us?” “Not quite but it’s worth a shot.” I climbed up on stage and broke into our first metal song. The next thing I knew the old people were head banging!

    It was a sight to see. An old man began to lift his crutches and fell. I turned to Ralf on bass. She began to laugh and I read her mind, “OLE’! The song ended and half the people were on the floor being carried out in ambulances. “Sorry Granny!” I waved at my grandma as she was being strapped to a stretcher. “So where’s our next gig?” Morgan asked Myke. “Hopefully somewhere with a slightly younger crowed.” He laughed at his own joke. We packed up our stuff into the van and partied with our friends. “Were getting famous!” I said pointing to the number of ambulances.


                                                    


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    Candis

    The party was small but there was beer and “candy” so I couldn’t complain. In fact that’s all I remember about it! I woke up with a major hangover. I feel like s**t! I noticed that I was in a parking lot. “The hell!?” I asked mumbled trying to get up. “Morning sunshine!” Morgan yelled when she saw that I was awake. “ Keep it down!” I whined holding my head while leaning on  a street lamp. “Fine but I’ve got goof news!” WE’VE GOT ANOUTHER GIG!” Morana screamed from the van.  Stumbling to the van I was mumbling death threats to our guitarist.  Once inside I asked “Where at?” “It’s at a bar this time!” Morgan screamed in my ear. “B***h!” I thought. “When did we get the gig?” I asked the question as I simultaneously tried not to hurl. “When you were passed out!” Twisted answered this time. “Wonderful.” I said laying my head down. Once back to (Now our) apartment I found my hangover had disappeared. I assumed they went out for some grub while I fell asleep in the van.  Which was fine.  We were just going to practice for the gig and hopefully write a few new songs.





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Rachael

    Ring, Ring! RING! “The phone” said Rafiel. “Get the phone!” Morgan ran to answer the “Fame Line” as we called it, because it only rings when we have a gig. “Hello?” Morgan answered. “Um hi! This is Mark Hunter is this the residence of Morgan vam’Pire?” “Yeah, I’m Morgan.” “ Well miss vam’Pire, I work at Live it up Recordings” Morgan’s face lit up like a cheap joint. “Mr. Hunter, are you asking us to play at your club?” “Yes I am,” said Mr. Hunter in a shocking tone. “So, how about it?” “Would the Baby Eating Unicorns like to play for a label at my club?” “Hell yes!” the band replied in unison. “Okay girls, I’ll call you tomorrow with the details, goodbye girls”, replied Mr. Hunter. The girls told him goodbye, in perfect harmony. Shortly after, Morgan hung up the phone and the band proceeded to celebrate with coke and rum.” Holy s**t we’ve got to start practicing. Now!” said Twisted. I’ve got to start practicing our new hit. I’m going to nail it! I proceeded to set up my drum kit and crank out some wicked beats. I was so exited I couldn’t sleep so I continued to play all night long.


Sydney             
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    Listening to Twisted gave me inspiration and I came out with our newest song.

                        Vampire kisses
    Descend upon the pretty one and make her one of ours.
Descend upon the lucky one and take away her powers.
Descend upon the wealthy one and take away her gold
Descend on not just any one but one of pure heart told.

    Fly away fly, fly away
Fly away fly, fly away
My little pretty one
Fly away fly, fly away
So we can have some fun
    
    Resurrect your old ways put away the new
Resurrect all your fears; you’re still afraid it’s true
Resurrect your naughty deeds; you’re still a bad, bad girl
Resurrect your old toys the ones that make boys whirl

Fly away fly, fly away
Fly away fly, fly away
My little pretty one
Fly away fly, fly away
So we can have some fun

Myke                                 Page 6

    It seemed like we played all night long but that was just the hang over speaking. Once again the
“Fame line” rang. “Get the effing phone you moron!”  Morgan screamed.
    


    
 

Author's Note

note 5 odd balls wrote this story and i cant get it to not be blue!!!

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Nice! Thats kickass awesomeness! Now people can see how exellent we are at writting and very well i might add. ha ha ha ha ha! We all rock!
-without purpose
(AKA: twisted prayers)