Seth was lying flat on his back on the couch, flipping through a stack of records that was laying on his hard stomach, stacks of vinyls were also on the ground beside the couch, the pile he’d looked through growing steadily while his left foot tapped rhythmically to the song she was playing. Marco was flipping through a magazine, looking very bored, while he sat forward on one side of the table. And finally Colton was stretched across the other side of the table, doing nothing but staring thoughtfully at the other side of the bus.
She was singing Sheena Is A Punk Rocker easily, playing the chords on her guitar seamlessly as Marco and Seth provided the backup vocals smoothly.
““... But she just couldn’t stay, She had to break away, Well New York City really has it all, Oh yeah oh yeah. Sheena is a punk rocker, Sheena is a punk rocker, Sheena is a punk rocker now. Sheen is a punk rocker-”.”
Yet Keely cut off with a sigh, shifting slightly as the chord died inside the guitar. When she’d begun to play one of the bands that had pioneered punk rock, Keely had been hoping to take out a bit of the anxiety rushing about inside of her that combined with the nerves jumping up into her throat. But it barely soothed the fretfulness, although she was to suspect that had to do with the lack of electric instruments. The Ramones just weren’t the same on acoustic.
Shoving herself clumsily to her feet, Keely propped her guitar against the wall before peeking over Seth to the records in his hands.
“What do you want, rebel?”
Arching an eyebrow, she asked in a quiet voice, “Something loud?”
Making a sound of agreement, his golden eyes sent her a quick look before looking back to his records in his hands. “Well, right now I have two fitting albums here,” Seth said, picking up the last two albums he’d dropped and held them up for her to see, “Paranoid or Never Mind the Bollocks Here’s the Sex Pistols?”
Sighing, she let her eyes flick back and forth between the album covers. “You know you’re making me choose between one of the best heavy metal albums ever and one of the greatest punk rock albums ever recorded?”
He smirked up at her, and answered simply, “Yeah.”
Rolling her eyes at him Keely took another moment, looking at Black Sabbath and then to the Sex Pistols.
It really wasn’t an easy choice.
“Never Mind The Bollocks,” she decided abruptly, snatching it from his hand.
“Kind of fitting, isn’t it?”
Decidedly ignoring him for the time being, Keely just slipped the vinyl from its jacket and placed it carefully upon the record player. A couple states before – or maybe it had been in Canada? – Marco had hooked up Seth’s record player to the bus’s sound system, he being the only one who wasn’t completely hopeless with technology outside of a recording studio (where Seth was still the undisputed ruler) out of the four of them.
As Holidays In The Sun’s boot stomp intro rang through the bus, Keely cranked up the volume loudly before collapsing on the couch, looking up to Seth. “Did you ever notice the obvious influence of this song on Green Day’s Horseshoes And Handgrenades?”
“Billy Joe has said that the Sex Pistols are his favourite band, although he said it in more words,” answered Seth comfortably as he shifted, putting his hands behind his head.
“Kind of obvious again, isn’t it?”
“More obvious than the Bob Dylan influence on the entire Rubber Soul?”
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Just What I Needed
Teen FictionIn life there are things that are said, and then there are those that remain unsaid. For Keely Staub, her life mostly remained in the latter category. She kept the one true love, music, hidden from even her best friends. But when one song changed th...
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