Hey, I like to write sometimes. Here's some of a story. It is what it is, hope you like it. This one is a bit suspenseful. It has other ideas mixed in to. I keep changing it as I read over it, so.. that sums it up :)
The Lonely Farm
The sun was radiating at the other side of the world at this time. One hushed deep voice is heard by the other band members, “lets count and start on three guys; one, two, three!” The bass plays a soft tune and the guitar notes start to pour in. The mike is cool and silvery and held tightly by her. She has to, the singer has to. After only a few lines of notes an audience member starts to glare, “Sydney can’t sing, come on. You know what, I’m not going to clap or cheer. Be prepared for a round of laughter. Sorry if it’s loud. I won’t even be able to hear myself laugh since you made me lose my hearing already. Hah!” Sydney starts to talk in the mike, “I should not even be on stage.” The music stops. Larry, the guitar players eye contact penetrates over the complaining audience member and looks at Sydney, “You idiot Sydney, we’re ruined now!” He slams his bass on the floor and two strings pop in the air. She gives an immediate reply, “No just start again when I say three! Three!” The music plays again and the crowd begins to look wavy and then literally a colorful wave. She starts to sing closer and closer to the mike until it jams into her mouth. Her teeth feel weak and a few fall, out and disappear on the floor. Her rib cage closes in tightly and releases at a rate of a steady heart beat. She blinks hard and opens her eyes to see the scene less faint and another vision pulling threw. Again, she blinks and this time it’s completely clear in realty.
She glances over at the clock. At first she freezes up when she notices the clock at 12:46 pm but then remembers, she dropped out of public school and is now homeschooled. A little drowsy from just waking up, a few loud footsteps are heard and the feeling is demolished. It sounds similar to a parade. The door is flung open, it’s Sydney’s mom. Sydney gets up, “What is happening?” She answers, “It’s time to get out of bed sweetheart. Don’t forget you choose to be home schooled, not me. This doesn’t mean you can slack off all day. After breakfast I expect you to go online and work on your assignments! And don’t forget to clean your room. Your brother is coming over with his fiancé two days from now. I know it’s better to tell you ahead of time instead of waiting until later.” “Yeah, I understand.” Before she went downstairs, she looked at her phone not expecting to receive anything this early in the day. Her prediction was wrong. The phone had one missed call and one text. Eagerly she opens it but doesn’t recognize the phone number. The text reads “Hey! This is Vicky. I got a new phone. Are you coming out to Larry’s football party tonight?” Immediately Sydney writes back “I might. I’m not sure. Are you going to go? About ten minutes later it’s Vicky, “I can’t go, I already had plans. I think you should consider going though. If you want a chance with him you have to move fast. He’s planning on moving to Florida with his parents after junior year. Look, he’ll be across the country! Once he moves, well you may never see him again. Eight more months and he’s going!” At this time Sydney vowed to herself she would not let this happen. She would find a way to make their band famous and the opportunity would be too great for him to leave the band forever. She looked down on the floor and saw a piece of paper and a pen, waiting to be used.
