The Roots

If you want me to stay

I will not look the other way

If you want me to go

I sure as hell, won't want to show

I don't know what you expect me to say

When you tell me

Get the fuck outta my way

So fuck everything you say

I will just

LOOK THE OTHER WAY

 

I hit the last three notes, and bowed for the crowds, then as the ritual I threw my custom pick into the crowd. I turned and looked back at the rest of the band.

 

Jack, our drummer, and what a punk. He always did everything wrong, just to look cool, but that's what made our live shows intresting. He had that mop hair and that blonde boy attitude.

 

Frank, our bassist, reminded me of Flea from Red Hot Chili Peppers. He had that 'I don't give a fuck attitude', that everyone, of course loved for his "dirty deeds."

 

Jason, our lead guitarist, was that other punk, but much more subtle. He looks tougher then most of us tattoos everywhere, he is a living art show honestly. He shaved his head bald, I don't understand why completely, but he did have a good tone.

 

Then there is me, Jonathan, the rhythm guitarist. I don't know how to describe myself, but I could explain my looks. I have slick dark brown hair, and not much of a tone, to be honest I am a bit overweight. I have muscle, just not noticable, I grew up in a rich snooty town of Irvington, New York. I was the badass at that school of course...that reminds me, I have to make an announcement to the crowd.

 

"Hey all, I have something important to say." I looked around the crowd, they were actually paying attention to me, not normal. "Yeah, Darkness Lover's are going on hiatus. We are spending some time going back to our roots, just so we have more inspiration to continue on." Now the crowd seemed shocked, a bit odd. I ignored that and once again continued my message. "We will be returning to our home towns for awhile and will be recording again soon."

 

I walked from the Microphone stand and looked back at the crowd, as they all left they seemed a bit disapointed. That's all right. I looked at the rest of the crew.

 

Frank walked over to me a bit concerned. "Hey Jon, are we going to actually break up?" I thought he was joking but noticed the stern look in his face.

 

"Frank man! No worries, we are just taking a break and trying to meet some old friends ya' know?" He nodded and walked away. I wasn't really nervous about us breaking up, since none of us wanted too.

 

So I skipped that and thought ahead. I wonder what Irvington looks like right now? I wonder if anyone I used to know is still there? I honestly can't wait to get back to the old hometown and see some old friends. As for now, it's just sleeping for the night, and waiting for tomorrow to begin.

I guess no one reads my stories????

no no people read they just are so amazed that they dont know wat to say

mmhm

 

i like it

no lies

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Chapter 2 - Can't Sleep

 

I lay in my bed and tried to sleep, but the snoring of the rest of the band, and the rattling of the Tour Bus kept me awake. I sat up in my bunk, and started to think of what I am returning to, a snotty rich uptight high maitanance town. Maybe I shouldn't go back, too many memories. My ex-girlfriend, I had to leave her and move to this other place, called Pine Bush, the place was hicksvile. I had missed her, and when I came back to visit, I saw her kissing one of my old best friends, I kicked his ass, and never spoke to her again after.

 

I got up from my bed and went to the driver, he was very tired, I could see it in his eye. "Dude find somewhere to pull over, I don't want the band dead because of a crash." He nodded and I saw him look for a station.

 

I went back in the bus and grabbed my guitar, I closed the door to the soundproof room. I didn't plug in the amp, I just wanted to have a guitar in hand.

 

"Why Should I sing?

What happiness does it bring?

Does it feel a hole

Deep down in my soul?

Am I left alone?

When I don't have a home?"

 

The sudden stop of the bus made me jump. I put down my guitar, and went up front to the bus driver. "What the fuck man?"

 

"These assholes, we are stuck in traffic, fucking dammit." I turned and heard the rest of the band starting to wake. Jack fell out of his top bunk.

 

"Agh dammit, aye, what are we stoppin' for?" He stood up and stretched. Jason and Frank just stayed in bed.

 

"We hit traffic, we are gonna be stuck for awhile." Jack scratched his head and went past me and turned on the Xbox 360.

 

I went back into the soundproof room, but just to be away from the chatter. I saw Jason open up the door. "Is everything all right Jon?" Jason was always there for the rest of the band, he is a great guy to look to when you need to let loose.

 

"Just stressing about going home." I layed back in the chair. I grabbed my guitar and started playing 'Sweet Child O' Mine' I saw Jason smile and he went back into the other room. I kept playing the riff for about five minutes. It kept my mind off what was really going on. Eventually, I stopped and put the guitar back in its case and on the carrier.

 

I went up to the front of the bus to see the traffic, there was way to much, we were only going 2mph...I am going to have no time to pack and get my flight.

 

"'Ey Jon, care to join meh?" I looked at the game, it was Halo 2, that will take this crap off my mind. I walked over sat next to Frank, and began playing along.

its rather good.. ill read it

Chapter 3 - The Officials

 

After playing three straight hours of Halo 2, I got bored and fell asleep, I wake up at the house, and walked in. No one was around except my manager, and my lawyer, this wasn't going to be good.

 

My manager, Mike Harold Benson, was a bit fat, but he was great, I am here thanks too him. Then there was my lawyer, Lewis Houser, always telling me, 'I can't believe you did this...said that...got a phone call' none of that shit mattered to me.

 

"You know, you didn't consult us about this break." Complained Lewis, with this nasty look.

 

I looked at him with disgust "It ain't like your my fucking parents."

 

Mike, didn't even accept my words, "I don't think this is a great choice career wise."

 

"Well I am not in it for the career I just want to go back home, and so does the rest of the band."

 

"Ah yes, but your contract shows otherwise Jon," bitched Lewis, "it says you need to complete 3 Albums under this label before going on Hiatus."

 

"Well fuck the contract, it's all shit, and I could care less." I could tell Lewis was about to rant, his body was completely calm, and that's because his mind is formulating an evil plot to outsmart me.

 

"Ah but Jon..." He began, I cut him off before he could continue.

 

"Shut the fuck up." I just walked up the steps into my bedroom. I could hear the two of them fighting behind me, but I could really care less. I got to my bedroom and went and packed a few things close to me.

 

I got my knife, alot of stories to this thing. I was a rebelious bastard when I was 13. I had shoplifted this knife and brought to school. Soon later I was busted, and suspended. Later on in my life, I stole it back from my dad's grasp. I was doing some clubs with my band, before we were famous, and we got I started fighting with this drunk before the show. After the show, he tried to jump me, I had the upper-hand with my knife, and he backed off.

 

I got my guitar pick. This is an amazing little thing, I got this from my girlfriend from Irvington when I was 14. I was playing a solo show, one man band stuff. I had lost all my picks, and she had one with her initials on it. I never lost it.

 

I grabbed some clothes and other crap. I didn't really know what I needed, but once I was in Irvington, I could buy what's necessary. I closed up my suitcase. I grabbed my guitar and went out to my car. I got in and was ready to roll.

...any comments, i wont write a new chapter until i get a comment, since if i go to fast NO one will read, and apparently no one does already, i should quit writing and be a lyricist instead...oh thats right, no one reads those either

Is this serious? Absolutely no one is reading my story, wow I feel great about myself now.