"So what's up with this band anyway?" I shout over the heavy metal music blasting in the car that my Uncle was driving.
"I read in the paper they need a guitarist. Thought I might as well give it a try. Who fucking knows, this could be the real deal for us." He shouts over the music, before pulling over. As I look over at the shitty apartment complex that reeked weed, I immediately take notice two guys smoking cigarettes outside.
"Were here." He mutters in a bored tone once he turns off the car, quickly exiting out of the vehicle. I quickly make an exit, immediately making awkward eyes contact with the guys on the second floor of the apartment complex. She would be lying if she said they weren't making her feel intimidated.
As I shy away from their gaze, I quickly walk quickly over to help my uncle hold open the trunk, so he could grab ahold of the large amp, and wouldn't get hit above the head. "I'm really hoping this isn't a set up, and we don't get robbed." She whispers underneath her breath, only causing her Uncle to roll his eyes.
"Woah, guys, you got it?" The tall lanky man exclaims while running over to us to help my uncle and I bring his heavy equipment out of the car. I immediately take the end of the amp, while the tall man grabs ahold of the other side so my Uncle wouldn't have too.
"Here for the audition?" The lanky man asks my uncle. "Yep." My uncle says as the man and I start moving the heavy amp slowly near the stair way.
"Are you both auditioning?"
"Oh no, I'm just hear for moral support."
"Awesome—I forgot, shit, I'm Tommy." The man says introducing himself with a bright smile while they carefully neared the stairway. "Mick Mars, and this is my niece, Kayla." My uncle introduces the both of us.
"I'm the drummer." He states as they near the staircase, making me chuckle a bit. "Scrawny for a drummer." I lightheartedly comment, causing my Uncle to intervene in taking my place with the Amp before they met the stairway.
"I used to be in Suite 19, so..." Tommy begin saying, clearly tooting his own horn, causing Mick to stop in his tracks. "Shitty band." My uncle bluntly comments, clearly insulting the lanky man.
"Hey, man, have you ever seen us play?" Tommy asks clearly butt hurt, while I grabbing ahold of guitar case that he laid onto the cement floor.
"Suite 19?" My uncle asks again.
"Yeah." Tommy says nodding his head before walking again, finally heading upstairs.
"Don't need too. Band with a shitty name, ten times out of ten, shitty band—Hey." My uncle explains, before greeting the other man drinking a bottle of beer, casually watching the two struggle to bring up the amp up the stairway. "Hey, man." The man greets back to Mick with an cocky smirk laying upon his beautiful features, before eyeing me.
"He would know, he's been in a lot of bands with shitty names." I inform the two men with an playful smile, only earning an amused smiles from the two men, while my uncle grumbles to himself.
As my eyes meet the beautiful man, he flashes me a smirk, almost making my knees go weak.
"Hi." I quickly greet before following the two upstairs. I didn't like making conversation with strangers, especially if they were good looking. Because good looking people make me nervous.
While quickly walking up the stairs, I hear a light chuckle from behind me, making my heart do a cartwheel. As I entered the apartment, I immediately distracted my nervous self with setting up my Uncles equipment, while the boys watched in confusion. It was rare to find a girl who understood how to correctly set up music equipment.
"Here." I say passing my Uncle the amp cord to plug into his guitar. As he does so, the amp immediately makes a satisfying buzzing sound, allowing her to begin to set up the volume settings. After looking over everything, she meets eyes with the drummer, who was staring at her in clear awe. As his eyes dart away from her direction, she causing raises her left eyebrow brow in confusion.
"So you think you got it?" I heard the man ask my uncle, after showing him the song a couple of times. "Let's just fucking play it." My uncle mutters irritatedly, causing me to retreat to the couch not to far from them.
As they started, the chunky blonde guy that my uncle was competing against clearly was having a hard time keeping up. It was almost depressing to watch, especially when my Uncle turned it up a notch with a loud complex solo. I couldn't help but smirk at my uncles amazing talent and bump my head to the music a little.
Just when they were getting into the groove of the song, they were interrupted by the chunky blonde man, who looked annoyed. "Whoa! Whoa! Hold up! Hey, you mind turning it down a little bit, old timer? I can't hear myself... Jesus!" The man exclaims, making me smile in amusement. It was clear as day that he was jealous and frightened by his talent.
"That's almost like that's the point." I mutter causing Tommy to stifle a laugh, and the wimpy little fat man to shoot me a glare.
"What did you say?" He asks, squinting his eyes at me, as if that was supposed to frighten me.
"You sure you aren't the old timer?" I ask jokingly causing the man to glare at me once again, and making the drummer to giggle a bit.
"Listen to me. There's only room for one guitar player in this band, and that's me. So why don't you... pack up your toys and go home?" My uncle says to the man awkwardly, causing the man to look frantically at the other two.
"Okay, I was here first, all right? Tommy tell him." He says while turning to the drummer, but he quickly avoids the conversation by diving for his suddenly "fallen" drum stick.
"Nikki? Come on!" The man exclaims, almost in a tone of plead. But unfortunately for him, the man himself just shrugs his shoulders. This made the man to get worked up rather quickly, turning red as a tomato. "Really? You're going to listen to this old dude over me? Then fuck you guys then!" The man shouts, his voice raising so much, that it sounded like a high pitch woman. As the man grabs his belongings, he storms out of the apartment slamming the door. Once they hear him loudly bawls his eyes out, some of them couldn't help but find it slightly amusing.
"So how old are you, Mick?" Tommy asks my uncle, trying to change the topic. "Fuck You, you fucking teenager." My uncle mutters making Tommy become taken a back from his insult. "What did I say?" He asks eyeing me confused, making me smile at the young man.
"Touchy subject." I tell him before leaning my back further into the couch to get comfortable. "Tommy your question should've been for Miss. Mars." Nikki says before eyeing me in ways that made me feel many different emotions, and causing my heart to flutter slightly.
"I just turned eighteen?" I awkwardly inform the two, who both smirk. "And she's off limits." My uncle adds making the two men loose their smirks rather quickly.
"You're god damn right I am old—Old enough to know better than to waste my time fucking around with a bunch of rug-monkeys." My uncle states as Nikki brings out beers for everyone. "I'm paying child support, and sleeping in park benches with my niece. So I need to know you're not pulling dick here. Cause' I'm looking to go the distance, and if that's not you guys, let's not waste the fucking time." Mick explains in irritation, while I take a sip of the beer Nikki just handed me.
"I fucking love this weird little guy." Nikki comments in amusements before high-diving Tommy. "He's real dude." Tommy comments, agreeing along with Nikki, before trying to high-five my uncle. Although, once he realizes that my uncle was going to leave him hanging, Tommy quickly apologizes and retreats back to his seat.
"So you mind telling me who does the singing in this band?" Mick asks.
"What we need is a dude that looks like David Lee Roth, with a vibe like fucking Bowie. And I'm not going to settle for some regular looking, normal sounding asshole." Nikki states while opening another beer bottle and taking a seat besides me on the couch.
"So, we are looking for a skinny blonde, fucker with moves." My uncle states while sipping from his own beer, before everyone in the room pondered in silence.
"I might know a guy." I say causing the three to look over at me in interest.