Natalie AndrewsMature

"It's not what you are, It's how you rock it up,
And the way that we are, we're gonna break down this club" I sang the vocals but stopped with a sigh. I turned to our group agent. "Why am I here again?"

"To introduce-"

"Yes, I know that but-"

"Yeah, Nats, right we don't do this sort of thing anymore" Sam jumps in from behind the drums.

"Please guys" our agent begs looking at the three of us. Sam, on drums, Elliot, on Electric guitar, and then me singing and on bass. I look at my two best friends then sigh.

"Fine but we're taking a break" I say jumping off the front of the stage and landing on my feet. Which is when a band walks in. I stand staring at one person in particular. The only guy in there band. I blink and shake my head. Newbie band, Nats. They're newbies. I turn and head to the bar and grab a drink. Then I hear them talking.

"I might be mistaken but isn't that Sam and Elliot from Hardcore Underground on the stage?" one of them says probably pointing.

"Yeah... wow, are they introducing the show or something?" 

"They'd hardly be competing, Viole"

"Shut up, Pixie" she snaps back.

"Calm it, guys" the guy says and the two shut up. "Remember what we're here for"

God, sounds so cheesy but it seems to work in calming down the situation. I down the last of my coke and get up heading back to the stage. "There's Natalie as well" I ignore the chitter chatter and pull myself back up on stage.

"Guys from the top?"

"Sure" they both say. I step up to the microphone.

"One, two, three!" shouts Sam.

"It's not what you are, It's how you rock it up,
And the way that we are, we're gonna break down this club,
I------- Don't know why your here for all you bring is misery,
No comfort just tears" I finish the first verse and we go into an instrumental break.

The End

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