A/N: ok so sorry this isn't too long. It's my first fic so sorry if it's formatted horribly. The rest of the chapters will be a lot longer ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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It was raining. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem. However, Lance's band was supposed to have practice today.
Okay, so it wasn't really Lance's band, but he liked to think he carried the team. Really, their whole group just gathered at Shiro's house one day and decided to start a band.
Lance mindlessly scrolled through his phone for a minute before he decided to check the weather. He let out a sigh as he read that the storm was supposed to last another couple days.
His feet dragged as he stood up and made his way over to his band equipment. He clicked open the sleek black case that held his instrument, and gingerly lifted out his bass guitar.
He ran his finger along the neck, and lightly poked at the dots while he debated whether or not to actually plug the thing in and play. As he was lazily dragging his fingers up and down the fingerboard, his thoughts were interrupted by a soft vibration next to him.
His phone displayed a message from Pidge, one of his long-time friends and fellow band member.
FROM: Pidge-on
hey Bruh me and the Bro are heading to Shit-Show's house for a rainy day movie night
U in???
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answer me or I'll throw your guitar in a river
Lance quickly shot a text back, hoping she wouldn't stick to that promise; much like the week prior, where she drowned all of his sheet music in a bathtub.
TO: Pidge-on
fuck off gremlin >:((((
And yea I'll be there but tell Shiro I'm driving slow
Don't wanna get into another wreck
FROM: Pidge-on
what a shame
TO: Pidge-on
shut your quiznak
FROM: Pidge-on
lol wtf does that even mean
whatever
catch u later B)
Lance let out a huff and laid his phone next to him. Pidge and her brother Matt were quite the pair. The Holts were some of the strangest, yet most intelligent people Lance knew. Pidge was only 15, yet she was far more learned in the science of technology than Lance was.
He put his bass away, and laid the instrument back where it originally sat. The plywood case hit the concrete basement floor with a soft thud.
Lance grabbed his phone, and trudged up the carpeted basement stairs.
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Voltron the Band: The Musical
FanfictionI was dared to write this Klance band au fic. "Lance fucking tries to have phone sex with Keith but he's a fucking idiot and calls Shiro instead what a loser lmao" -the idiot who told me to write this
