The Voice of An Angel, the Voice of the Devil || DNF

404; it won't hurt

Quackity scowled as he turned the key and opened the door. "I told you guys I wouldn't get us killed."

Wilbur hummed and Tommy rolled his eyes. George only gave a light laugh as they all stepped out of the car and were hit with the refreshing breeze.

The band walked through the doors of their studio and the smell of home rushed to George's nose. Blue and purple LED lights were hung along the walls and disappeared into the hallways. A 'living room' area was on one side of the lobby, filled with pristine white couches and a fluffy rug to go with it.

On the opposite side, shelves and shelves of fanmail and gifts sat. They were quite creative when it came to presents.

A man around George's age walked into the lobby with a lopsided smile on his face. He was tall, around six feet and had black hair the was curly, locks curling at the base of his neck and around his ears.

Evander.

"Boys!" He exclaimed. "Hello! How're you guys doing."

"Tired," Tommy muttered, giving in to the hug Evander gave him.

Their manager gave him a sweet smile. "Yeah, I apologize for bringing you guys in at this time, it's much later than usual."

George smiled back. "No worries."

They began heading to their rehearsal room, walking lazily down the hallways filled with pictures, selfies, and awards. These hallways also had blue and purple LEDs along the walls; it had been George's suggestion all those years ago and he did not regret it.

As they entered the room, Evander said, "I just wanted to call you guys in to rehearse a couple of songs. It doesn't have to be what we're playing this weekend, just songs we haven't played in a while."

George thought for a moment from where he stood in front of the microphone. "What about... Out The Roof? It's been a while since we've preformed that anywhere."

Quackity tilted his head. "Are we playing that?"

George shook his own head and said, "No, but I want to get a feel for it again."

He looked at Evander.

Their manager shrugged. "You guys are the band members, you decide."

So George looked at the others and they agreed.

Evander smiled. "Great! Take it away, and impress me."

George rolled his eyes mockingly at his smirk as he counted them in.

"Yeah..."

"Ay, I just popped three in a row,
Gasolinie what I smoke."

Wait...

"Gas on "E" we slide the door,
slide the door,
please don't try this shit at home."

George looked over at Evander and stuck out his tongue as their manager slumped back in his chair. Evander stuck his tongue back at him.

"We send souls up to the sky,
When we don't wanna talk it through,
See us then we take your life,
What the he--fuck you gonna--

--fuck I messed that up, rewind." George said.

Laugher broke out softly and Wilbur snorted. "This is why Evander called us in, Gogy."

George rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay."

Evander snapped his fingers. "Okay, no need to argue children. Start at 'we send souls up to the sky'."

With a count in, it continued.

"We send souls up to the sky,
When we don't wanna talk it through,
See us then we take your life,
What the fuck you gonna do?"

Adding a rasp at the base of his throat, George continued.

"I got fifty rackies on me hanging out my pants.
and I'm hanging out the roof, yeah."

"I'ma put the burner on his ass, make him dance,
Micheal Jack, yeah."

George didn't notice he had closed his eyes until he did open them to see Evander smiling proudly and bobbing his head to the music.

"I'ma scorch every motherfucker in the game.
'cause there's nothing left to do, yeah."

"Plus I got this vest on my body,
so you know I'm feeling bulletproof."

Down...

"Yeah, we stay lit,
We fuck bitches, pop on pillies, that is it, yeah,
Holy moly, holy shit, yeah,
Me and all my people heaven sent, yeah, yup."

"She just got her titties tucked, mhm, yup, yup
Fillin' up a double cup with mud, mm, mhm,,
Yeah, mix it up, save that money,
If you don't got none, you're stuck, what the fuck? Yeah."

"I'm at the top of my game, yeah,
Percies been killin' my pain, yeah,
I like to hide in my braids, shit."

Chopper beam blow off your brain, yeah,
I go insane, I go insane, I go insane, yeah,
Look at my flamethrower, I'm throwin' flames, yeah."

Pause...

"Yeah, fifty rackies on me hangin' out the back of my pants,
While I'm hangin' out the roof."

"I'ma put the burner on his ass, make him dance
Michael Jack, bust a move, yeah."

"I'ma scorch every motherfucker in the game,
'Cause there's nothing left to do, yeah."

"Plus I got this vest on my body,
So you know I'm feelin' bulletproof, yeah."

George pointed his finger down, aiming it at Quackity without looking over the shoulder, signaling to the younger boy to slow down slightly.

"Why waste time when you get high on the weekend?
Why waste time when you get high when you can?"

"I'ma hit you again... wait."

"I got fifty rackies hangin' out of the back of my pants,
While I'm hangin' out the roof."

"I'ma put the burner on his ass,
Get to choppin' if he don't know what to do, yeah."

"I'ma scorch every opposition in the game
'Cause there's nothing left to do, yeah."

"Plus I got this vest on me, motherfucker,
Bitch, I'm feelin' bulletproof."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Bitch, I'm bulletproof,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah."

When all the intruments vanished, Evander clapped. "Hell yeah, fucking amazing you guys."

"'Cause we're fucking amazing," Tommy said, he stood up from his seat in front of the keyboard. "But I really am tired as fuck."

Evander gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, dude."

Their manager treated him like his own very son, even if he was only a couple years older than the keyboardist. George didn't entirely complain though, they had gotten very lucky with their manager, he acted like their father and brother all at once.

When George checked his phone, he saw the time. 10:21 pm.

"Holy shit," he said. "I didn't realize the time."

Evander checked his own phone. "Y'know you guys have rooms here, right?"

George nodded. "I know, and I would stay, but I want to check on Queenie."

Their cat was absolutely pampered, treated like what she was named.

He looked at the other three. "You guys can stay here if you'd like. I'll pick you guys up tomorrow morning."

Wilbur shrugged, agreeing, and the others followed suit.

George smiled. "Great, I'll see you guys tomorrow then."