She watched the girl walk slowly up to the mat, terrified that she would not do her routine right. "She looks really nervous," Mercedes whispered to the unknown girl next to her. "Yeah, she really does. Why does she try to be so perfect?" asked the unknown one. "I really don't know. She's kinda snobby if you ever talk to her. What's your name by the way?"
"My names Fallon, you?" "Ah, cool, I'm Mercedes. Are you new here or somethin?" Fallon looked at the girl about to do her routine, she didn't answer. "Are you new here?" Mercedes asked again. Fallon looked up suddenly, "Oh sorry, yeah I'm new." "Cool, but you'll grow to hate Miss Preson. She's nice now, but later she's a real b*tch." "Oh," Fallon said simply, and started to look at her nails. Mercedes continued to talk, "So.. what kinda music do ya like?" "Um.. Mariah Carey is awesome." Mercedes looked and the ground and chuckled to herself. Fallon noticed this, "What?" "Hehe, nothing.. just that.. Mariah Carey? I like rock. Nirvana's my favorite. Silverchair's cool too." Fallon continued to look at the girl performing, who suddenly did one of her perfect somersaults in the air.
The next week, Mercedes rode her bike to gymnastics class. As she walked to the door to get into the building, Fallon walked up. "Hey!" Mercedes said happily. "Hi." Fallon replied. "Hey you wanna come over after this, and just hang around?" asked Mercedes. Fallon stopped and thought for a while. "Yeah, sure." Then they both walked into the building with nothing more to say.
Mercedes struggles to put the key into the doorknob, but then she finally got it. As she walked into the house with Fallon, they could here Morgan downstairs playing her guitar. "That's my sister Morgan downstairs," Mercedes said. Fallon nodded, "Cool." Then Mercedes began to walk, Fallon following. Fallon was led into the basement where Morgan was. In view came a drum set. "Aw cool.." Fallon said with awe. "Heh yeah." Mercedes sat at her drums and played a little beat, and Morgan joined in with her guitar. Then Fallon spoke up, "Hey, I can play the guitar a little too." Mercedes looked up, "Really? Cool. How bout you go take Morgan's guitar for now and we can play together. Morgan can go.. and just watch TV or something." Morgan frowned but gave the guitar to Fallon. She was sick of practicing for the day anyway.
So from there, every week Fallon would go to Mercedes's house after gymnastics.. and slowly she got out of her Mariah Carey phase. She realized what was really good music.
"Nah, I don't like the sound of that," Mercedes judged. Fallon frowned, "Like you could do better," she mumbled under her breath. So she played another tune. "Yeah, that one's awesome!" Suddenly the door opened to the basement, and Morgan stepped downstairs. "Hey, you guys want anyone to sing?" Mercedes and Fallon looked at each other, and Fallon shrugged. "Yeah, sure," Mercedes said. So Morgan stepped down the few stairs and sat down on a chair. "Lemme hear some stuff you play." Mercedes looked at Fallon and decided on what tune they were going to play. Mercedes sat at her drums and beat a cymbal 3 times, on the third time Fallon joined in and they pplayed for about 45 seconds, a very loud, noisy song. "What's that supposed to be?" asked Morgan laughing, "Let's play some Nirvana or Silverchair or somethin. At least it'll sound like music until you 2 learn how to play better." Mercedes stood up and poked her sister, "I just started playing drums, and soon I'll blow your mind away. I'm gonna be awesome." Morgan rolled her eyes. She walked to the corner and took her guitar and played a little part of a Silver chair song. Once she finished she walked over to Fallon and showed her how to play it.
Over the next few days, they practiced learning the Siverchair song until it was perfected. "We need a bassist," said Morgan after the first 2 weeks. "I can find someone at school," Mercedes offered. Fallon added, "Yeah I could probably search for someone too." Three days later Mercedes showed up in the basement with a girl her age. "This is Lisa. She wants to show us how she plays." Fallon nodded. Lisa slowly walked downstairs and took her bass out of her case. It was a green, extremely cheap bass. Lisa gave a quick smile as she plugged in her bass to th amp, and then she played. She was quite good, exept for the fact that her bass rattled as she played, but that wasn't a big problem for now. They had a band together now. Lisa stopped playing, "Hey, what's the name of the band?" Mercedes, Morgan, and Fallon all looked at each other, not knowing what to say. "We.. don't have one yet," Fallon said. "So let's think one up," Lisa suggested. Morgan started to talk immediately, "I want something that'll sound weak.. you know? It'll make people think we suck, but we'll show 'em we rock." Fallon smiled at the idea, "How 'bout The Puppies?" Everyone laughed. "That's stupid," said Mercedes, "I like The Kittys." Morgan continued to laugh, "Nah, that's stupid too. How 'bout just plain Kittie?" Everyone agreed, exept for Lisa who has a confused look on her face, "Kittie?" "Yeah Kittie" they all said. Mercedes continued, "Us 3 agree already, so it's Kittie." Lisa just shrugged and they played on.
by Natalie
Website: Just Spit
Do not steal this without Natelie's permission.