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Where San Diego, LA and San Francisco are
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Milo Kline [7] The backbone
Skylar Hampton [6] "I consider myself to be an old time rocker, like John Lennon, a working class hero going to the top"
Tansy Luxor [4] "I live for myself, because when it's all said and done I'm the one who has to be happy"
Halen Hayes [3] "I don't need anything except a good song and a bottle of cheap wine."
Cliff Harrison [3] "I mean, give me a guitar, give me a piano, give me a broom and string, I wouldn't get bored anywhere."
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Milo was tired. Milo was always tired. His eyes were constantly plagued by deep bags and he often felt a physical exhaustion in his chest, but he never really had a problem with it. He had coffee, he had energy drinks, and since his birthday in February, he had cigarettes. He of course had them before then too, but now he has them without the difficulty of asking Cliff or someone.
It was 9 am, the earliest Milo had woken up this summer, which he was only a week into. Half of the blankets on his bed had fallen on the floor and his uncomfortably skinny torso was bare, with beams of light hitting his skin. He was pale. He didn't like being pale. He just didn't tan well, it was his English blood. Milo turned from his back onto his stomach and poked his fingers through the blinds of the window at the head of his bed. The light outside was pale and grey, not usual for San Diego in the summer. Through heavy eyes Milo could see his beat-up Skoda. It was a sky blue with ugly patches of rust and white. He loved it more than he could say.
He yawned erratically and shook his arms up and down, his feet kicking off the remaining blankets that were on him. He still had his tight black pants on, with large holes in the knees. The band of his boxer briefs peeked out from the top of his pants, wrinkled underneath a belt. He thrashed around in his bed, a goofy looking smile on his face. "Leaving! Leaving today" he mumbled under his breath, his bed creaking. He laid still for a second, and felt his eyes closing, and jerked up in his bed. "Leaving" he mumbled under his breath again.
Milo leaned over the side of his bed to the small stool to the left, where his beat up old phone was. He picked it up and scrolled through his contacts, and selected four people. "leaving! leaving! ill pick you guys up one at a time, who's first?" he typed out and sent to his band mates. Everyone was equally far from his house, and this day is going to last forever anyways, so what's the matter if he takes a while driving.
He slipped out of his bed and put on a black T-shirt, keeping the same pants on. Milo scrambled for his small bag of clothes, nearly empty backpack and bass. As usual his blue hair was in his eyes. He took a look in the mirror hanging off the back of his door, surrounded by drawings by himself and his friends, plus five large signatures. His stomach was in knots but he was ready to leave.
It was 9 am, the earliest Milo had woken up this summer, which he was only a week into. Half of the blankets on his bed had fallen on the floor and his uncomfortably skinny torso was bare, with beams of light hitting his skin. He was pale. He didn't like being pale. He just didn't tan well, it was his English blood. Milo turned from his back onto his stomach and poked his fingers through the blinds of the window at the head of his bed. The light outside was pale and grey, not usual for San Diego in the summer. Through heavy eyes Milo could see his beat-up Skoda. It was a sky blue with ugly patches of rust and white. He loved it more than he could say.
He yawned erratically and shook his arms up and down, his feet kicking off the remaining blankets that were on him. He still had his tight black pants on, with large holes in the knees. The band of his boxer briefs peeked out from the top of his pants, wrinkled underneath a belt. He thrashed around in his bed, a goofy looking smile on his face. "Leaving! Leaving today" he mumbled under his breath, his bed creaking. He laid still for a second, and felt his eyes closing, and jerked up in his bed. "Leaving" he mumbled under his breath again.
Milo leaned over the side of his bed to the small stool to the left, where his beat up old phone was. He picked it up and scrolled through his contacts, and selected four people. "leaving! leaving! ill pick you guys up one at a time, who's first?" he typed out and sent to his band mates. Everyone was equally far from his house, and this day is going to last forever anyways, so what's the matter if he takes a while driving.
He slipped out of his bed and put on a black T-shirt, keeping the same pants on. Milo scrambled for his small bag of clothes, nearly empty backpack and bass. As usual his blue hair was in his eyes. He took a look in the mirror hanging off the back of his door, surrounded by drawings by himself and his friends, plus five large signatures. His stomach was in knots but he was ready to leave.
Skylar was awoken from a great dream and a deep sleep by her Beatles ringtone going off.
"Damn it!" Mumbled the girl as she groggily fumbled for her cell phone on her nightstand, but only succeeded in knocking it, and a pack of cigarettes over which frustrated her more and ended up getting up out of bed, throwing back the covers and picking up her phone. Who the heck would text me at nine in the morning during the summer? Then she remembered, today was the day they were leaving, leaving on tour, fresh as the young rag tag Beatles going down to tour Hamburg, with twice as much class. Excitement over came her and she flipped her phone screen reveling the message. It was from Milo, the bands leader in a way: leaving! leaving! ill pick you guys up one at a time who's first?
"Not me" Typed back Skylar before throwing her phone back down. She sure would miss her room for the summer, and sleeping in late, but hopefully it'd all be worth it soon. Skylar sat up and let out a yawn. She was still in her old Rolling Stones tee shirt that she'd fallen to sleep in. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the little turn table and walked across the room to it.
She smiled bending down to her turntable, in the other room, she could hear her little sister Erica's One Direction music blasting, of course the twelve year old had always been an early riser. As if in protest she turned up the Beatles record, "Please Please Me" extra loud. Two could play at this game, Erica wasn't the only on with a boy band. She hoped in the shower and took a record fast shower. She always listened to records while getting ready, it was her favorite way of listening to music.
Looking through her closet for good clothes she hadn't already packed away in her suitcase she chose to wear some simple blue jeans, which she rolled up, then some bobby socks and finally her favorite shoes aside from her converse, a pair of black and white saddle shoes, one's she had to order online to get. She slide them on and threw on a Beatles shirt and put away her record. She took good care of her collection, half of it belonged to her father, and the other half she bought on her own, but she loved each record she owned greatly and hoped to God her family wouldn't mess with them while she was gone.
She didn't have to worry about them messing with her second passion though, because seeing as she was going on tour she was taking her drum set. That was the one thing that kept her sane and her mother insane. At that was what she planned to make a living out of. Her mother disagreed, told her she should get a "real job" and start going to the community college down the street, but she wasn't about to listen to her. Skylar figured her mother wouldn't let her go with the band if she knew about it so Skylar kept it a secret, she supposed it was running away, but she didn't really consider it that.
Taking one last look around, she adjusted her hair a bit and put on her beanie hat before grabbing her suit case and leaving her room.
"Damn it!" Mumbled the girl as she groggily fumbled for her cell phone on her nightstand, but only succeeded in knocking it, and a pack of cigarettes over which frustrated her more and ended up getting up out of bed, throwing back the covers and picking up her phone. Who the heck would text me at nine in the morning during the summer? Then she remembered, today was the day they were leaving, leaving on tour, fresh as the young rag tag Beatles going down to tour Hamburg, with twice as much class. Excitement over came her and she flipped her phone screen reveling the message. It was from Milo, the bands leader in a way: leaving! leaving! ill pick you guys up one at a time who's first?
"Not me" Typed back Skylar before throwing her phone back down. She sure would miss her room for the summer, and sleeping in late, but hopefully it'd all be worth it soon. Skylar sat up and let out a yawn. She was still in her old Rolling Stones tee shirt that she'd fallen to sleep in. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the little turn table and walked across the room to it.
She smiled bending down to her turntable, in the other room, she could hear her little sister Erica's One Direction music blasting, of course the twelve year old had always been an early riser. As if in protest she turned up the Beatles record, "Please Please Me" extra loud. Two could play at this game, Erica wasn't the only on with a boy band. She hoped in the shower and took a record fast shower. She always listened to records while getting ready, it was her favorite way of listening to music.
Looking through her closet for good clothes she hadn't already packed away in her suitcase she chose to wear some simple blue jeans, which she rolled up, then some bobby socks and finally her favorite shoes aside from her converse, a pair of black and white saddle shoes, one's she had to order online to get. She slide them on and threw on a Beatles shirt and put away her record. She took good care of her collection, half of it belonged to her father, and the other half she bought on her own, but she loved each record she owned greatly and hoped to God her family wouldn't mess with them while she was gone.
She didn't have to worry about them messing with her second passion though, because seeing as she was going on tour she was taking her drum set. That was the one thing that kept her sane and her mother insane. At that was what she planned to make a living out of. Her mother disagreed, told her she should get a "real job" and start going to the community college down the street, but she wasn't about to listen to her. Skylar figured her mother wouldn't let her go with the band if she knew about it so Skylar kept it a secret, she supposed it was running away, but she didn't really consider it that.
Taking one last look around, she adjusted her hair a bit and put on her beanie hat before grabbing her suit case and leaving her room.
Tansy long hair whipped in the salty early morning San Diego air as she glided down the wharf on her long board. Her neon yellow beats resting around her neck as they blared her favorite Krewella song. She moved her long board to the beat of the music, enjoying the morning. She’d gotten up before the sun, like most mornings to watch the sunrise. For once she wasn’t in a dress, instead she wore torn black shorts, a purple tank top, floral fishnet, her black high-top converse, complete with a purple beanie she had designed herself with the band’s name on it.
“Hey Lux? Today the big day?” a familiar voice asked causing her slow down and come to a stop in front of an older man.
“Yes sir.” She smiled happily, music still blaring from her head phones. After three years straight of her daily watch the sunrise, ride her long board down the wharf, stop for Ice cream at Granny’s Goddies, and head home she had gotten to know a lot of the older locals.
“Well, just don’t forget me when you get all famous. Don’t let those shiny bright lights change you, you hear.” He teased a bit.
“Wouldn’t dream of it Andy.” She said and with that she was off again.
She felt her bright yellow sidekick vibrate in her pocket, pulling it out she read a text from Milo: "leaving! leaving! ill pick you guys up one at a time, who's first?" this made her smile, she loved her band mates and the thought of their first actual tour was completely surreal to her. She began typing a response:
Wow, you’re up early :P I’m ready whenever, I’ve been packed since last weekend.
See you soon, Love ya
Lux
She sent the message, coming to a stop outside her favorite local creamery. She placed her board against the wall outside before heading inside to get her usual, cookie dough ice cream with extra cookie dough.
Skylar walked down stairs and set her heavy suitcase down by the kitchen door. She lit up a 'ciggie' as she called them even though she wasn't allowed to smoke in the house. She only smoked because every one told her not to her whole life. She sat down at the kitchen table with a sigh, sunlight was tearing through the curtains. Skylar hated sun rises and morning, and she wasn't quiet sure why, they just bugged her.
She poured herself some corn flakes and milk and over breakfast worked on the journal she'd been keeping since she joined this band. She wanted to remember all this when she finally settled down. The band was pretty hip and in the grove she thought, as it took a lot to impress her. They needed a drummer so she volunteered herself, usually she acted like it was no bug deal, but to her it was huge deal. It was one of the best things that had happened to her ever. But what Skylar thought and how she actually acted were two different things. She was a confusing person, but wasn't everyone?
She went to her phone and decided to text her friend Lux, who was always up early. Lux was one of her good friends, and like all of the other band members she trusted her dearly. "Exciting eh? Getting ready to go on tour finally. We're going to the toppermost of the poppermost, I know it! Are you ready yet?"
Skylar put down her phone, she never did enjoy texting, she refused to use text slang as she thought it looked sloppy and so it took her forever to get her point across. She finished her simple breakfast and walked outside on her porch, sitting on the porch swing and swinging it softly.
She poured herself some corn flakes and milk and over breakfast worked on the journal she'd been keeping since she joined this band. She wanted to remember all this when she finally settled down. The band was pretty hip and in the grove she thought, as it took a lot to impress her. They needed a drummer so she volunteered herself, usually she acted like it was no bug deal, but to her it was huge deal. It was one of the best things that had happened to her ever. But what Skylar thought and how she actually acted were two different things. She was a confusing person, but wasn't everyone?
She went to her phone and decided to text her friend Lux, who was always up early. Lux was one of her good friends, and like all of the other band members she trusted her dearly. "Exciting eh? Getting ready to go on tour finally. We're going to the toppermost of the poppermost, I know it! Are you ready yet?"
Skylar put down her phone, she never did enjoy texting, she refused to use text slang as she thought it looked sloppy and so it took her forever to get her point across. She finished her simple breakfast and walked outside on her porch, sitting on the porch swing and swinging it softly.
Cliff had removed his lighter and and a pack of smokes from his pocket to light a new one. The old one had been tossed into the street where it would inevitably be crushed by some oncoming vehicle. Cliff took a drag from the cigarette slowly before blowing a stream of smoke out between his lips. The sun began rising more over the tops of the surrounding buildings and Cliff had to squint his eyes to be able to see if any of the cars or trucks driving by were Milo's familiar Skoda. He'd been in the vehicle before but he still had no idea how Milo planned on squishing everyone in. He'd find a way though, thought Cliff.
Around this time, a large car (or maybe a small truck?) sped up by Cliff's spot on the curb. For a moment, he worried the car planned to run into a puddle of something and splash him for kicks and giggles. It wouldn't be the first time that had happened. He squinted against the sunlight and tried to identify the car. It sure looked familiar...but it was almost impossible to tell in the bright light.
"Cliff!" cried a voice. Squinting his eyes further, Cliff was finally able to make out Milo in the front seat of his Skoda, which he stopped abruptly. Grinning in amusement, Cliff slowly stood up and walked over to the truck. He stuck his head in through the window and looked around, taking in the interior.
"It's about time you get here, kid," he teased. "I didn't thin you had it in you to get up this early." He placed the smoke between his lips again and started grabbing his luggage to load in. He placed his duffel bags down and stood the acoustic up nearby. He hoped Skylar wouldn't place her drums on top of his bags but, it wasn't like he had too many things in the bag besides clothes, cigarettes, and some liquor. After hefting the amp in, he stretched his arms above his head and made his way back around to the front, climbing into shotgun. He seemed to think it was a given that the twenty-two year old received the passenger seat. Cliff balanced his electric between his legs, hoping it would free up room in the back by doing so.
"Mornin', Milo," he said, ruffling the blue locks of his band mate in a playfully rough manner. He looked over at the bassist and grinned crookedly. "You sure you should be driving? You look like a bomb about to blow." Milo always looked like that though. Cliff was just insinuating he wanted to drive. He had never bothered to actually invest in a car of his own, even though he wanted to. "Try not to kill us before we get to our first gig." At that moment, he seemed to notice the music playing in the car. Dramatically wincing, Cliff looked at Milo and raised his brow as if to say, "Really, Milo? Really?"
"Damn, I'd rather listen to Bieber before puberty or that Miley Cyrus chick than this," he murmured. "Your taste in music never ceases to amaze, Milo."
It didn't take very long for Halen to realize that it might take longer than expected for Milo to arrive, and in the meantime, he had to find something to do to entertain himself. After giving it some thought, he stood up, then opened up the smaller compartment of his bag and pulled out his ear buds, then sat back down and plugged them into his iPhone. A little music while waiting never hurt anyone, he thought to himself, as he turned his phone horizontally then began scrolling through his albums.
"Hmmm....fuck it, let me pick something at random," he mumbled to himself, then pressed the shuffle button and looked up again while Bullet For My Valentine's Waking The Demon started playing. The song didn't really fit the moment, but nevertheless, it gave him something to concentrate on while he waited on his band mate to show up.
Halen knew that there was probably going to be a little bit of a problem loading everything up, what with Skylar's drum set, but he chose not to concentrate on that fact. And, more than likely, he would be forced to be squished in the back seat. Whatever the case was, he had to have a seat by the window, tight spaces weren't exactly his thing. Who knew, maybe he would have time to work on finishing the latest song he started writing. Of course, none of the other band mates ever knew when he was working on something, for he did not want to reveal it until it was finished. And deep inside, he always had a worry that the song wouldn't be appreciated by the rest of the band, but he always pushed the feeling aside.
"Hmmm....fuck it, let me pick something at random," he mumbled to himself, then pressed the shuffle button and looked up again while Bullet For My Valentine's Waking The Demon started playing. The song didn't really fit the moment, but nevertheless, it gave him something to concentrate on while he waited on his band mate to show up.
Halen knew that there was probably going to be a little bit of a problem loading everything up, what with Skylar's drum set, but he chose not to concentrate on that fact. And, more than likely, he would be forced to be squished in the back seat. Whatever the case was, he had to have a seat by the window, tight spaces weren't exactly his thing. Who knew, maybe he would have time to work on finishing the latest song he started writing. Of course, none of the other band mates ever knew when he was working on something, for he did not want to reveal it until it was finished. And deep inside, he always had a worry that the song wouldn't be appreciated by the rest of the band, but he always pushed the feeling aside.
Milo hugged Sky softly. She smelled like cigarettes, a smell he was fond of and used to, but he was more of a stressed or tired smoker, less of a casual one. This, combined with his general jitteriness, usually made him leave little marks from his jagged teeth on his cigarettes. He turned down Sky's pack, then went around to the back of his van.
"Okay, okay, we're good, we're good" he muttered, talking in his usually way of repeating himself once or twice. He opened the back, first the top then the bottom, folding out. "We've got to get the back row out" Milo hollered from behind the van, leaning in and unhooking the latches that connected the row to the floor. The van was set up with two seats in the front, with two rows behind and about the space of one and a half rows behind the two rows for storage. Each of the rows fit three people. Another row could've fit in the storage space, but the Skoda wasn't designed for it, and it would rest right on the back door. Both of the actual long seats came out, but to find an ancient Skoda with both rows in was rare, plus Milo was always dangerously driving people around, so he never thought to take the seats out. He quickly removed what was in the back of the truck, which wasn't much at the time, and passed his and Cliff's duffel bags to the front row, which would have to be moved again when Sky went in. He rocked the seat back and forth, until it swung back and he caught it, dragging it backwards. He picked it up for a second, lugging it over all the stuff that was on the floor, then quickly dropped it again. It landed with a clank "woops" he muttered. "Sky can yeh open up the garage then either of you help me get this in there" He yelled, stretching his arms out.
"Okay, okay, we're good, we're good" he muttered, talking in his usually way of repeating himself once or twice. He opened the back, first the top then the bottom, folding out. "We've got to get the back row out" Milo hollered from behind the van, leaning in and unhooking the latches that connected the row to the floor. The van was set up with two seats in the front, with two rows behind and about the space of one and a half rows behind the two rows for storage. Each of the rows fit three people. Another row could've fit in the storage space, but the Skoda wasn't designed for it, and it would rest right on the back door. Both of the actual long seats came out, but to find an ancient Skoda with both rows in was rare, plus Milo was always dangerously driving people around, so he never thought to take the seats out. He quickly removed what was in the back of the truck, which wasn't much at the time, and passed his and Cliff's duffel bags to the front row, which would have to be moved again when Sky went in. He rocked the seat back and forth, until it swung back and he caught it, dragging it backwards. He picked it up for a second, lugging it over all the stuff that was on the floor, then quickly dropped it again. It landed with a clank "woops" he muttered. "Sky can yeh open up the garage then either of you help me get this in there" He yelled, stretching his arms out.
Milo was hoping for the best for his car's seat. "Nah man, don't even worry. It'd be a lot worse for your drums to break than us losing a bit of space in the van, you guys'll just have to cram a bit in the back. Nothing we haven't done before!" Milo said quickly. As he walked back, his stick-like legs bouncing underneath him, he heard Sky. "Think I should leave a note or just leave?" The garage door closed "I mean does anyone else's folks not know where they're going?". Milo almost chortled.
"Uh. Yeah, yeah my folks know I'm leaving" Milo said, a bit incredulous. He knew Sky's situation with her mom wasn't the best, but he wasn't aware of how bad it really was. He had a healthy relationship with his family, especially since he'd been independent most of his life. His parents were definitely aware of him leaving, and he'd checked everything with them; Graduation in June, tour in early summer (for an undetermined amount of time), a few weeks back home and off to New York for a degree in Music composition and production in the fall. He, like usual, had pushed off some of his problems to the last minute, and hadn't even told his friends he was leaving in the fall. It wasn't like he could just not go now, he had a small studio already ready to be rented starting in September.
Milo picked up the cases full of individual drums, a big one for the bass drum, little toms, a snare, a round flat case with cymbals stacked inside, whatever else Sky had. Once the car was all packed up Milo jumped back into the car's driver seat, waiting for Sky and Cliff. "Uhm, I think we'll head over to Halens, it's closer than Lux's place right?" he said, vaguely to Sky, he knew she and Lux were close. Without looking, Milo pulled into the road.
Grabbing his ipod, he considered putting on Miley Cyrus again, but put on one of his favorite Velvet Underground songs instead. Venus in Furs was perverse, but in a psychedelic 60's kind of way, written by a band who was a pet project of Andy Warhol. Milo knew there was an important connection between what you see and what you hear, and definitely respected Warhol, even was a fan of his art, but believed he had a lot less to do with the band than he wanted people to believe. Lou Reed, the Velvet Underground's frontman, was one of Milo's personal heroes, with his ability to write the opening tune of The Velvet Underground & Nico "Sunday Morning", a song that made Milo tear up at the pure genuine heartfelt message, and then have track four of the album be about BDSM.
He drove quickly to Halen's house, with the rest of The Velvet Underground & Nico playing on shuffle as he drove. Swerving through traffic he heard some of the cases move around in the back, and was thankful all of them had sprung the extra cash on hardshells. They arrived at Halen's house with in a few minutes. "I'll just go down if you want" he muttered, probably a bit too quiet. It was Milo's problem, he was always either too loud or too quiet. He quickly slipped out of the car, leaving the driver's side door open.
"My Darling! My Love!" Milo hollered, while pounding on Milo's door.
"Uh. Yeah, yeah my folks know I'm leaving" Milo said, a bit incredulous. He knew Sky's situation with her mom wasn't the best, but he wasn't aware of how bad it really was. He had a healthy relationship with his family, especially since he'd been independent most of his life. His parents were definitely aware of him leaving, and he'd checked everything with them; Graduation in June, tour in early summer (for an undetermined amount of time), a few weeks back home and off to New York for a degree in Music composition and production in the fall. He, like usual, had pushed off some of his problems to the last minute, and hadn't even told his friends he was leaving in the fall. It wasn't like he could just not go now, he had a small studio already ready to be rented starting in September.
Milo picked up the cases full of individual drums, a big one for the bass drum, little toms, a snare, a round flat case with cymbals stacked inside, whatever else Sky had. Once the car was all packed up Milo jumped back into the car's driver seat, waiting for Sky and Cliff. "Uhm, I think we'll head over to Halens, it's closer than Lux's place right?" he said, vaguely to Sky, he knew she and Lux were close. Without looking, Milo pulled into the road.
Grabbing his ipod, he considered putting on Miley Cyrus again, but put on one of his favorite Velvet Underground songs instead. Venus in Furs was perverse, but in a psychedelic 60's kind of way, written by a band who was a pet project of Andy Warhol. Milo knew there was an important connection between what you see and what you hear, and definitely respected Warhol, even was a fan of his art, but believed he had a lot less to do with the band than he wanted people to believe. Lou Reed, the Velvet Underground's frontman, was one of Milo's personal heroes, with his ability to write the opening tune of The Velvet Underground & Nico "Sunday Morning", a song that made Milo tear up at the pure genuine heartfelt message, and then have track four of the album be about BDSM.
He drove quickly to Halen's house, with the rest of The Velvet Underground & Nico playing on shuffle as he drove. Swerving through traffic he heard some of the cases move around in the back, and was thankful all of them had sprung the extra cash on hardshells. They arrived at Halen's house with in a few minutes. "I'll just go down if you want" he muttered, probably a bit too quiet. It was Milo's problem, he was always either too loud or too quiet. He quickly slipped out of the car, leaving the driver's side door open.
"My Darling! My Love!" Milo hollered, while pounding on Milo's door.
Just as the song Halen was listening to had ended, a message came in to his phone from Tansy. It took him a minute to realize that he had listened to at least four songs since he started waiting, so that meant Milo was most likely running a little behind schedule.
"Nothing new about that," Halen mumbled to himself in a joking way, then unlocked his screen and looked down at the message.
“Hey Babe, they pick you up yet?”
He smiled, then began typing, shaking his head a little at Tansy's term of endearment. What would seem like flirting to anyone else, Halen knew that she referred to everyone as that, but nevertheless, he didn't pass up an opportunity to be a little flirtatious in return. His messages always ended up turning out like that, either way, whether he wanted them to or not.
'No, they didn't, but they'll be here soon...at least let us hope, hah. ;]'
With that, he took his ear buds out, then jumped when he realized that someone was pounding at the door. Finally they arrived, and Halen stood up, practically skipping to the door. He was excited to get out of here, to say the least.
"Milo," he smiled, then shoved his phone in his back pocket and looked around. "My bag's out here, I don't have a lot of shit, just this and my guitar--" he began saying, but was quickly interrupted by Skylar's sudden screaming. "Oh, God," he simply sighed, then grabbed his guitar case and his bag and made his way over to Milo's Skoda, then set them both down. "Yo Milo, help me put this stuff away in a way that won't take up too much space," he called over, then cracked his knuckles lazily.
"Nothing new about that," Halen mumbled to himself in a joking way, then unlocked his screen and looked down at the message.
“Hey Babe, they pick you up yet?”
He smiled, then began typing, shaking his head a little at Tansy's term of endearment. What would seem like flirting to anyone else, Halen knew that she referred to everyone as that, but nevertheless, he didn't pass up an opportunity to be a little flirtatious in return. His messages always ended up turning out like that, either way, whether he wanted them to or not.
'No, they didn't, but they'll be here soon...at least let us hope, hah. ;]'
With that, he took his ear buds out, then jumped when he realized that someone was pounding at the door. Finally they arrived, and Halen stood up, practically skipping to the door. He was excited to get out of here, to say the least.
"Milo," he smiled, then shoved his phone in his back pocket and looked around. "My bag's out here, I don't have a lot of shit, just this and my guitar--" he began saying, but was quickly interrupted by Skylar's sudden screaming. "Oh, God," he simply sighed, then grabbed his guitar case and his bag and made his way over to Milo's Skoda, then set them both down. "Yo Milo, help me put this stuff away in a way that won't take up too much space," he called over, then cracked his knuckles lazily.
Cliff hummed a guitar riff softly under his breath, trying to distract himself from how awkward he felt on Halen's porch. He never was fond of waiting in front of people's homes. He always felt the neighbors were staring him down and watching each and every move he made. He adjusted his hat on his head and, as the sun began to rise further in the sky, he rolled up his hoodie's sleeves.
"Oh fuck!" he heard Skylar cry. Cliff looked over quickly at her, grinning crookedly.
"For a girl, you sure do swear like a sailor," he teased. It was always amusing teasing the other members of the band. They were like the little siblings he'd never had, thanks to his parents' lack of love for each other and divorce. Cliff gave her a subtle nudge, too. But, after a few moments of laughing lightly, he seemed to grow concerned. "You alright though, Sky? That was pretty loud, even for you."
At around that time, though, he looked away to see Halen just about skipping to the door. He smirked and rolled his eyes at Halen in a teasing manner. "You're obviously the most masculine one in the band," he jeered. "G'morning, Halen." Cliff had always been fond of the lead singer. Halen had one of the most similar personalities to his own and he was one of the first band members he felt he could speak freely to. Milo had the tendency to get distracted and he felt a bit awkward telling the girls about his personal life. Milo grabbed Halen's only bag and started toward the car with Halen and his guitar following close behind. Cliff followed, pulling his jacket off completely as he got back into shotgun in the Skoda.
He heard Milo speaking about the guitars in the back and he grinned to himself before yelling. "We should have acoustic songs!" he teased. Acoustic songs weren't even his forte, but he still did appreciate playing a nice medley on the acoustic guitar to ease his nerves. It did just about the same thing a cigarette did for him or a bottle of beer. "I have my standards, Milo!" he cried, responding to the "rockstar" comment. "It could be worse, in hindsight. Some of the requests of today's 'rockstars' are insane. Madonna has a set of furniture she takes with her on tour, I think. I'll text Lux," he offered. "Uno momento, por favor." He whipped out his phone and pulled up Lux's contact information to send her a message.
"Hey Lux," he began the message. "We just picked up Halen at his place. We're on our way to come kidnap you :) Milo wants to stop for lunch on the way (yay, food)." The smiley face was unusual for Cliff, but he felt it lightened the mood of his texts, which usually seems monotonous and a bit threatening from the habit he'd picked up of using proper grammar each time he texted." Milo jumped out of the car to run up to Tansy's house, but Cliff simply yawned and settled back in his seat. Lux knew he cared about her, he didn't need to run up to her door to prove it.
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