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Our So Called Lives

Band Practice

Sitting in Matt's garage, got Amber wondering why she was there. She had a feeling it wouldn't end well when she got home, but for some reason she didn't care.

"Alright you guys ready to hear this us?" Matt grinned at them. Everyone nodded in reply.

Matt turned to the Zack, Brian, Jimmy, and the other Matt. Matt Wendt. He's Weird. Amber thought as she glanced at the guys.

Without warning, Matt started screaming/singing. Jimmy started playing a quick beat on the drums. Brian and Zack started playing their guitars, while Matt Wendt played his bass.

Darkness coats us.
The smell of fall.
Changing season.

The graveyard is alive, black cat across my path,
the chill of cold wind, the breath of the dead.

Imprisoned souls.
Trapped for eternity.

Black crows break the silence.
The garden of the dead's alive tonight and you can't stop it.
Just enjoy it.

Open up your mind and you will feel it too.
The sound, the touch, the thoughts, that you've been so blind to.

You can feel the thoughts of the dead.
Feeling the thoughts of the dead.
True or false, it's still there, teaching me.
True or false, still there, teaching me.

You can feel it tonight.
The wood has rotted away.
Take the time absorb it.
Their time is slipping away.
Stone all carved by hand.
Statues that resemble their faces.
They still breathe.
Come join us.

Smell the burning embers, time flickering away.
Timeless but soon gone.
Timeless but soon gone.
[x3]

And I can find myself, alone with just my thoughts.
As time crumbles away.
Time crumbles away.

Smell the burning embers, time flickering away.
Timeless but soon gone.
Timeless but soon gone.

And I can find myself, alone with just my thoughts.
As time crumbles away.
Time crumbles away.

As the song finished, Jimmy excitedly questioned them, "So what did you guys think?"

"I say totally fucking rad!" Amber exclaimed.

"I say your bass player sucks!" A guy said leaning on the wall.

"Short shit! You're here!" Jimmy yelled. He then took a pause before continuing, "Again!"

"Why are you here?" Matt Wendt growled.

"Because you suck." Short shit retorted.

Matt Wendt went forward, but Jimmy stopped him. "Leave short shit alone." He then tackled Short Shit and said, "He's mine."

Laughter filled the garage.

"Get off me you tall ass mother fucker!" Short Shit yelled as he tried to push Jimmy off of him.

Brian walked over and sat on top of Jimmy and smiled as Val took a picture of the scene.

Laughter continued to fill the air as Short Shit, whose real name we found out is Johnny, continued to get pick on. He took the teasing and picked on Matt Wendt, which the guys also picked on.

Hours passed and Amber didn't notice until she saw the clock. Shit it's late. She thought as she found it was almost midnight.

"I should be getting home now." Amber said and started to walk towards the door.

"Wait Ambs I'll take you home." Zacky replied standing up.

Everyone shared a look between the two.

"Ok. Sure." Amber nodded. She didn't want to argue.

The two bid their goodbyes and went their way to Amber's uncle's house.

"Thanks for the ride." Amber said as they arrived at the house.

"No problem. " Zack replied. He then changed his gaze to her and asked, "You sure you don't want a ride to school?"

"Yes I'm sure. Thanks for the offer though." Amber answered and got out of the car.

Once she reached the door, she waved bye at him and went inside. He waited a couple minutes then left, but couldn't help but feel as if something was wrong.

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