The Rock Rollercoaster

8. Dreams

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"So he spent years learning to play the drums like an expert, only to decide that drummers sucked!" Freddie said, laughing in his seat on the studio sofa.

"Yeah, so he says, "I give up. This blows.' And then picks up Freddie's guitar and plays some Hendrix almost perfectly.." Chris added.

I laughed. "What, so he's like a prodigy or something?"

"Or something alright." Freddie snorted.

After playing a few more covers, we'd decided to take a break. We were seated on the sofa. and the guys were taking advantage of Nate disappearing somewhere to tell me all about him.

"Why doesn't he like me?" I asked, picking at my nail polish.

Chris frowned. "I don't think it's that he doesn't like you... But this band means everything to him. And because you're new, he's taking a big risk letting you in. He's just not a people person, I suppose."

I raised an eyebrow. "Better than not being serious at all,"

Freddie nodded, before grabbing his guitar and ripping off a series of riffs - random, yet beautiful riffs that bounced around the room. I grinned. "I'm just going to the loo. Be right back." I said, jumping up.

I shut the door behind me, but I could still hear Freddie's guitar and Chris' scornful laughter. I sighed with happiness - this was all I wanted. Both Chris and Freddie were amazing - they hadn't hesitated to make me feel at home within the band.

I headed up the steps and turned right to the bathrooms. When I was finished and coming back down the stairs, I jumped when Nate's face loomed from the darkness.

"Watch it." He said as he passed me.

I scowled at his retreating back. "Wait," I called. It surprised me when he stopped and turned to look back at me, just three steps higher than I was. He raised his eyebrows. "Why are you so against the idea of me joining the band?" I asked.

He stepped down a step. "I'm not." He contradicted me.

I scowled. "Yes you are."

He leaned closer to me, so that I could see every individual one of his eye lashes. "Are you calling me a liar?"

I moved back, feeling dizzy with how close he was. "No. I'm saying that something about me bugs you. And I want to know what it is."

He just looked at me. Then he said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

This time, I leaned in closer. Closer than before. "Oh. So you don't mind that I'm officially a member of Kick the Crown? And that I'll be there at the gigs, as much a part of it as Chris or Freddie?" I said, sweetly.

His jaw clenched. "No. I don't mind." Suddenly, the sound of Should I Stay or Should I Go sounded through the corridor. Nate pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. The song I had sang at the audition was his ring-tone. Now way was that coincidence. "Interesting song choice." I remarked.

Without so much as an 'excuse me', just a scowl in my direction, he walked all the way up the stairs and answered the phone. I rolled my eyes. I hated ignorant people.

I went back into the studio, and found Chris chugging from a can of Sprite and Freddie playing the air guitar. I laughed, about to comment on his skills, when Nate came in from behind me. Quickest phone call in the history of quick phone calls.