Collide (Book 1)

Drinks and Bands

I stared at the abandoned construction building in front of me, my eyes went back to my phone and it said I have arrived at my destination but I could hardly believe the sight. I was invited to a party earlier today, something about a new band spicing up the streets of North Isle, a small city Im currently residing in. Being a music fanatic, I didnt miss the chance when Ava Montel, my long time best friend, invited me to the said party, but only to find myself in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of town.

I heaved an annoyed sigh as I fished out my phone from my pocket to dial a number, I put the phone to my ears as the other line went on.

Ava speaking! her voice boomed like a sudden thunderclap before the rain.

Where the hell are you? I frowned as I realized, she was already at the party of the unknown location.

At the party! she blasted through the music.

No duh Sherlock, where exactly? as she finally realized what I meant, she laughed and gave me the instructions to the secret hiding place. Ten minutes later, I found myself in an overcrowded room located under the building.

There was glow paint everywhere, a DJ at the far end of the room playing sick beats and my best friend wrapped around a shirtless guy covered in various neon colours. I strode my way towards her, my combat boots thudding on the cold concrete while my face plastered with irritation. If Ava has noticed it, she pretended not to because instead, she gave me a big bright smile.

Ava dont tell me this is one of your schemes to get me out of my house again. I gestured the room filled with college students that I was familiar with, Ava had a confused look before she finally understood what I meant. Its not the first she tricked me into going to one of those colleges sorority parties that I personally hate going to.

Of course not, theres a band going up the stage soon. Trust me theyre good. Ava pointed at a make-shift stage with a drum set, guitar, bass, a piano, and amplifiers, left unattended.

How did you even know of this party? when I decided she was telling the truth, my face turned from irritated to amused within a second.

Im friends with one of the singers! Youll like them very much. Ava winked at me.

Well see about that. I smiled secretly before grabbing a drink at the drink table.

It has been about half an hour since I arrived but there was no band to be found and only neon pink and green paint on my off white vintage muscle tee, so I decided to go to the toilet to get the stuff off me. I whisked through the dancing bodies, avoiding any more paint on me but the moment I turned around from the menacing crowd, I crushed onto a human wall, making me stumbled two steps back with a short yelp.

I was prepared to apologize to the person for my recklessness, but instead, I was stunned by the grey-blue eyes staring back at me, his eyebrows met in the middle and he had a frown displayed on his face. He towered over my small 54 frame, so I felt intimidated by him immediately.

Sorry. I noticed the beat of my heart quickened when I heard his raspy sexy voice, but he looked nothing close to sorry, he was unfocused with his head scanning the room, seemingly looking for something.

My mouth opened and shut as I tried to find my words and when I was about to say something, he had taken a step to my right and walked without another word. I was left there gaping like a fish out of water, trying to comprehend what just happened, suddenly remembering the pool of grey eyes the boy held, I was lost in thoughts once again, not realizing the band has already arrived.

Hey everyone were the BandKicks!, like a snap of a finger, my attention turned to the stage, I chortled at the poorly-thought name as a girl with red raspberry hair continued, in courtesy of our dear friend and birthday girl, Ravi Glenn, this song is dedicated to you! the redhead pointed at a girl just metres away from me who dressed in a silver halter dress, hugging her body like a second skin.

So its her party? I thought to myself, feeling a little guilty coming to a party of a stranger. However my train of thoughts were quickly cut off by the pianist sliding in a melody, it was a steady eight counts that were building up to a momentum, suddenly the cymbals of the drums came booming along with the rest of the instruments, a sudden flash of light zoomed out exposing all the members. The redhead girl held the bass, a boy with sleek black hair on the piano, a brunette boy with a guitar and a mic stand, all of them simultaneously rocking their body to the music.

I gasped in surprise when I saw the same boy I bumped into merely a few minutes ago, slamming the drumsticks to the rhythm of the song, Superheroes by the Script. He had a smile that meant passion, as his hands danced over each tom-tom, he had his eyes closed, giving his full attention to his music.

A memory popped into my head as I remembered a certain person who had the same fire for the drums, but my attention was diverted to the brunette boy singing his heart out while strumming the guitar passionately, his voice was merely identical to the original singer but with the way they were playing the melody, his voice soothed the style perfectly.

As he sang to the crowd, his eyes met mine and without hesitation, he winked at me, the girls in front of him screamed in excitement while I remained in shock, unable to process what just happened. Surely he didn't wink at me, right? I convinced myself. Putting my thoughts aside, I took a swig of my beer and continued to enjoy the music, making sure not to make any more eye contact with a certain singer.