Lyra! Lyra!! The stupid voice cut through the darkness, ruining my sleep. I knew that voice - Goldie's annoyingly sweet tone that got on my nerves. I could guess why she was calling me... today was band-in day, and I guess she was freaking out. But I didn't get why the helI had to wake up at this crazy hour.
Goldie stopped calling for a bit, but then started again. Her voice was relentless, and I was getting annoyed. I couldn't take it anymore, so I burst out of my sleep, my voice rough: "Why the fuck are you calling me, it's 5:30 in the midnight!!!!!!!!".
Oh, I prolly need to fill you guys in. I really don't wanna have two freaked out niggas on my plate. Anyways, sorry bout the slip up. So just a quick recap bef..."Lyra! What the fuck are you doing there!?"
"Shut up Goldie, who'd you think you're talking to?!, Yo mama??"
"Oh, you wanna go down that lane, L?? You get your flat ass down here and help me-"
"Shut the fuck up, goldie!"
Well guys, that's me. Now where were we? Oh, I'm black by the way...if that's important. Ohhhh, the recap!! I'm so sorry guys.
So, let me recap.
After I gave my parents a piece of my mind with that crazy Disney ass speech and cried my eyes out... yeah, I too thought I'd be better at this storytelling thing. Anyway, I know you're thinking, "What happened to the formal, elegant vibe from the first chapter?" Yeah that's 001, and I'm 002 and I'm just a chill guy, and all that formal bullcrap isn't really my style. 001's the formal dork.
Anyway, after all that bullshit emotional drama, some good Samaritans took me in, who knows such people even exist??)Crazy world init? Turns out, my family wasn't the only one with a dark past. And the fact that I was completely ignorant (I know a few words too) to this is all thanks to my fuckin crazy parents. Our house was in the middle of a fucking forest, a forest!! Oh fam! You shady ass bastards. Who knows if they even attented the school I'm bout to tell you about. Well, they're still my parents and I still gotta love em.
Well on the bright side, they did teach me about our family's history, so that's something, I think? The good Samaritans sent me to a school for curses – humans created by demons. That's where I met Goldie, and we... well, let's just say we "hit it off". I've also got two other roommates, but they're prolly off with their cheap ass boyfriends for the night. I mean, I've got a girlfriend too!! Why don't you see me going to her every damn day! Ughh! Perverts! Oh! I forgot to tell ya, I'm gay... was that relevant though? Whatever
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I walked into the hall with Goldie, my guitar case swinging from my hand. I wasn't exactly thrilled about Band-in Day. Let's just get it over with.
Spencer's booming voice caught my attention. "Hey, Lyra! Ready to shred? Or, you know, just stand there and look pretty with your guitar?"
I rolled my eyes. "Shut the fuck up, Spencer."
Levi sauntered over, eyeing my guitar. "Hey, Lyra, what's with the Echomaker? Trying to make a statement?"
"It's just a fuckin guitar, Levi." I said angrily
*Levi smiled calmly*
Camille spoke up from behind her book. "Actually, the Echomaker is a cursed--"
But Michelle cut her off, flipping her hair. "Ugh, no one cares about the stupid guitar, Camille? What's important is how you look while playing it."
Goldie snorted. "Please, Michelle, you're just mad 'cause Lyra's guitar is way cooler than your violin."
"Shut the fuck up guys, I'm tryna hear what the bald old guy's saying" I said playfully.
Camille spoke again from behind her book. "Actually, he's the one---"
"Shut the fuck up, Camille!" The whole group chimed in, shutting down Camille's attempt to share more info. I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous we all sounded.
The bald old guy on stage looked up, slightly startled, and cleared his throat before continuing his speech. Goldie leaned over and whispered, "I think we might've just become the main attraction." "All the more reason we've gotta SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I whispered
"Music is all about freedom... a reflection of who we are, how free we can be. No limits, no rules, just you." The old dude wrapped up his speech.
I was actually kinda impressed. Who knew the old dude had some wisdom to share? I turned to Goldie, grinning. "Wow, I didn't think I'd say this, but... that was actually kinda cool." I chuckled. "I mean, the old guy's pretty interesting. Who knew?"
"Now, let's get you all sorted into your categories," he said, crushing the vibe.
"Now that's what a bald old dude sounds like" I said, feeling disappointed.
Goldie totally lost it, freaking out like only she can. "Guys! Guys!!! What if we all get separated into different categories? What if we're all too busy and never see each other again?!" She was on the verge of a panic attack, classic Goldie.
Spencer chimed in with his usual cheesiness, "Nothing will ever keep me from my loves." Levi rolled his eyes and shot back, "Shut up, perv."
Camille, still hiding behind her book (seriously, where the fuck does she even find those things?), spoke up, "Let's be real, we're all pretty different. It's likely we'll end up in separate categories."
But Michelle, ever the diva, just shrugged it off. "Honestly, as long as I'm in Classical, I'm golden. That's my turf, after all, simple and elegant." She said it with her signature sass, flipping her hair for good measure.
I threw some shade Goldie's way, "Honestly, I'd be thrilled to have some space. No more roommates badgering me at midnight." I glanced at Goldie, who was already getting defensive.
"Seriously? You're bringing that up again?" she asked, her voice rising. "I told you to let it go! I was freaking out!"
I couldn't resist taking another jab, "Oh yeah, freaking out over which cream to use for your hair."
"the first one makes my hair sticky, but it'll look good, while the second one isnt sticky but isn't as good, it was a tough decision!" She complained
"Do you hear how fucking crazy you sound right now?? It was 5:30!! You didn't need an hair cream!!" I said furiously.
"I'm crazy?? You wanna take this outside" she replied. "Really? You want me to level yo Mama's girl cheap ass in public?"I said sarcastically (was that a good joke, whatever), transforming the Echomaker into a katana, oozing with dark vibes "well, it'd be so amusing to see you try" she replied, tightening her fists, her fists also oozing with dark vibes.
"Oh God, not this again" Michelle said.But just before I could slice Goldie's shitty face off, the bald old dude intervened, his voice booming through the hall.
"Silence!" he commanded, and just like that, the entire room fell quiet. It was eerie, like time itself had frozen.I was stuck in place, unable to move or speak. That's okay 001, I'll take it from here.
The old dude's power was insane! I was fuckin pumped. "Is this the power of our instructors?" I thought to myself. "Fuckin' amazing! You're officially my godfather! Congratulations, old dude!" I thought, a smile spreading across my face.
But the old dude just kept going, his voice calm and collected. "Sheets of papers with your names, categories, and bandmates are being distributed. Collect them and find your bandmates. Practices start on Monday, so take your time introducing yourselves for now. Good luck." I was overjoyed.
But then the old dude dropped the bombshell. "And remember, you'll be staying in your current dorms with your current roommates, regardless of your categories."
My eyes widened in horror as I let out a loud, furious roar. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!"