Fuming I walk into Adrian’s house and slam the door shut and stomp my way into the basement. I didn’t even bother saying hi to his mom.

If I was a serial killer, I would probably kill Alex. And his snobby girlfriend Hannah.

I don’t know why Alex feels like he has to be better than us. Better than me. A girl, may I add. If you’re trying to achieve growing boobs, that’s one thing. But if you’re trying to achieve a vagina, congratulations because that thing you have clearly isn’t balls, that’s for sure.

I let out a strangle scream and turn, banging the wall next to me. although it didn’t let out all my anger, it did give me a bruised fist.

“Well, we’re all here.” I heard Lucas cough awkwardly. I take a deep breath and walk down the stairs, flopping on the couch. I run my hands over my face before sighing.

“We got an issue.” I say. Out of the seven of us, I never conceder any of a leader. Not even Adrian, who formed the band. None of us are a leader.

“What issue?” Ella sighs from the couch. Ella is our super chill best friend. She’s also friends with Alex, but chills with us more. She twirls one of dreads around her finger before letting it fall back towards her shoulders.

“We’re signing up for Battle of the Bands.” I say while setting the paper in the middle of the table. All eyes are to it and everyone leans forward in their seats.

“There’s only six spots,” Irine replies, tucking back a piece of her blue hair. This was the part I was dreading. Letting one of my best friend’s know that he can’t participate in Battle of the Bands.

“We have to cut a member.” Adrian spoke. Then automatically, a voice cuts through the penetrating silence.

“Let’s cut Vicky,”

“Hey!” I glare at Daniel. Little does he know, he’s the one being cut.

“We should cut Emily.”

“No, Adrian. We could use a girl vocalist.”

“No, Vicky.”

“HEY!” I yell again.

“Daniel.

“Emily.”

“Lucas.”

“Hey! I’m the drummer, you need me!” Lucas yells.

“Emily.

“Vicky.”

“Adrian!”

“STOP!” All commotion stops to stare at the alleged yeller. It was Ella. “This form states that, 2014’s Battle of the Bands genre this year is strictly Rock. No screams-”

“So let’s cut Vicky!” I groan and throw my head back on the black colored couch.

“Shut up Daniel.” Ella snaps. “It also says that the limit is six members. It’s a slot for a number of guitars, vocalist, and drummers. There’s no spots for a keyboardist. Unless you want to cut a guitarist out.” She said, not lacing a single word with any trace of sincerity. It went silent as
everyone thought of the only possible answer.

“Daniel,” Adrian trailed off.

“No, it’s okay. I got it.” He replied, angrily.

“You’re not cut off from the band, it’s just-”

“NO! I got it, okay? Fuck off.” And with that, he left through the basement door, slamming it on his way out.

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I lay on my bed at night. I had already filled the form out and after a dramatic band meeting, I just wanted to rest. We had tried to contact Daniel, but either it went to voicemail or he just hung up.

We all left a voicemail explaining the ‘Bright side’ of this mess, but he wouldn’t comply. And now, I just want to sleep off today and forget about it.

But even that was too much to ask for as Alex had his bimbo of his friends over again. Hannah's piercing voice was hearable throughout the music.

I groan and turn over.

“How do you deal with this?” Lucas asks as he turns over and his arm slaps me in the face.

Lucas always sleeps over when my mom and ‘step dad’ are at work. I think out of all of us, Lucas and I are the closest. Mainly because he knows how my mom like to play the game “Let’s forget I have a daughter.”

All of us are close, but Lucas knows more than the other’s do, that and the fact that we used to date, and I think that’s why we click so easily.

“You’ll get used to it after eight years.” I mumble, turning over and burying my head into the crook of his neck. “It’s nothing new.” I sighed.

“Why do you hate him so much?” I groaned.

“Can you just shut up and sleep?” I asked. Instead of getting an answer, I heard a loud explosion and I sat right up. “What was that?” I asked. I jumped over Lucas and ran to the window and cursed myself. “Oh my God.” This is it. This is the breaking point.

“What? What!” Lucas walked over to me, putting on a pair of pants. The ball of orange and yellow seem to crawl up higher and higher, singing the metal down to a pulp.

“My car is on fire.” And standing next to it was the culprit and his girlfriend

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