Chapter 1
Warning: This is completely unedited so this is a mess. Will be updated with more words but please don’t expect anything other than it being the worst 1st rough draft you’ll ever see.
Even if Abigail couldn’t see the band playing, she could hear it. The guitar, the bass, drums and piano playing in a harmony as she tried to stand on her toes to even catch a glimpse of the band. There was the sound of something being played together, a melody of sorts as the crowd kept cheering. There was nothing really like being 5’3 in a mosh pit but it was an experience she didn’t mind sacrificing height for.
Vibrations could be felt even when she was far from the speakers, the combined adrenaline of the crowd was indescribable. The crowd only kept going, going as loud as it could possibly get until the cheering suddenly grew higher. The singer, the fan favorite, must’ve made an appearance finally.
Vibrations could be felt even when she was far from the speakers, the combined adrenaline of the crowd was indescribable. The crowd only kept going, going as loud as it could possibly get until the cheering suddenly grew higher. The singer, the fan favorite, must’ve made an appearance finally.
She couldn’t see him that well, but she could catch a glimpse of red permed hair, the drummer and the frets of the bassist. There was nothing else like it to her.
She could feel Ly hold onto her shoulder, as if trying to use her as a stepstool to catch a glimpse. Margaret had worn platformer heels, something she should’ve possibly worn instead of sneakers. Sacrifice comfort for sight she supposed.
There was nothing else going on at that moment other the crowd and band in a perfect unity in the venue. It was hot and thrilling and stage lights had dazzled the crowd even more.
There was no greeting from the singer. That was not his style, she knew that. Instead of that, a familiar song began playing and then his voice had filled the room.
She was not sure how she was even able to hear the man despite the chaotic screaming all around her. She wouldn’t be able to see him for the rest of the show but she was fine with that. His voice was powerful, carried an edge unlike any other musician currently out on tour. The music was unique, powerful, and even then.
“The venue was shit.” Sabine said harshly. Once the concert had ended, the three girls huddled outside in the alleyway of the venue. She had started smoking a cigarette, not paying any mind to the other two who weren’t smoking.
“You couldn’t see because you were short.” Margo answered. Her face was flushed with the thrill of having been apart of the crowd, adrenaline not yet faded to her and she looked like she would be bouncing off the walls.
“The singer is great.” Abigail answered as she looked at the crowds of people leaving. Some had entered the aleyway for a smoke break or make out session. They had not paid attention to the three goth girls who were huddled in the alleyway. It was much better that way in her opinion.
Abigail said nothing, still taking in the rush of what a performance was like. It was her first concert she had to be honest in a mosh pit. Generally. She was always sitting in venues never apart of the moshpit. It wasnt’ her style or so she thought. Some disappointment had been held over the fact that she wasn’t able to see the band very well but she supposed she should’ve expected it since they had arrived at the venue an hour or so before the doors opeened.
“Can you believe if we make it big like that? Performing in venues like that?” Margaret said.
“We don’t know if it even will happen though,” was Ly’s answer.
They had gotten signed recently to an independent record company. Excitement was still brewing across their minds over the possibility of making it big. IT would be hard but there was still the chance. Someone had paid them mind and gave them a contract and manager after all. It didn’t hurt to just dream about it for a bit.
The manager had given them the concert tickets, saying to simply enjoy them as he couldn’t be there himself. They had taken the tickets without any thought, only for the promise to rehearse and practice after the show for a bit.
“Well, if we stand around here all day it probably own’t happen.” Abigail said. The two girls nodded at that as they had no reason to stay. Other than for parking of course.
They had decided to leave the venue and head to their studio as there wasn’t much else reason to continue. They had to evade parking just to continue going. There wasn’t anything going on as they continued there.
“So how was the concert?” the manager had asked in the morning. They had met in a cafe that was closest to the studio, the scent of coffee filling the air.
“It was pretty good.” Abigail answered.
“Alright, well I lied about the tickets. I gave them to you for a reason and I know that we had just signed you on this month but we might have some news for you when we get to the studio?”
“What kind of news?”
“The good kind, I promise. I know you’ll be surprised when you get there. It’ll knock your socks off.”
The three simply nodded despite being a bit nervous about what the news could be. It could mean anything with this man. Good news, bad news. They knew quickly enough to not take his words face value. He sometimes did tend to lie or make news seem much smaller thanit should.
Once they reached the studio, it was surprisingly busy. It was ahrd to tell what kind of news there would be but it did seem chaotic to watch people run left to right just to grab papers or bringing in boxesand stuff.
“Wahts’ going on?” Ly asked as she watched some intern come running down holding various cups of coffee.
“We have…a special guest today.”
“A guest?”
“Indeed. Come on in.” The manager said. Outside of one of the meeting rooms stood a man dressed in a suit. He was unfamiliar but the two men did a handshake.
“I see you’re both [music band here] correct?”
The three nodded.
“Well my name is Jackson Trolli and I happen to manage a band you guys may have heard of. Why don’t we introduce you two groups to each other?”
Before any of them could say anything, he opened the door and ushered them inside. There in the meeting room sat people dressed in suits but four band members who were all too familiar.
Snakes N” Barrels.
Oh.
The three looked a bit starstruck and surrpised. The band looked up to see the girls standing there.
“Whats going on?” abigail finally asked.
“Well, that’s what we came here todiscuss. Take a seat, mingle with each other since you both might be working together for a while.
Immediately the people in suits stood up to let them sit down disperesed.
ABigail somehow found herself sitting next to the red haired man who had been ‘discretely’ drinking something out of a brown paper bag. She knew he was familiar. It was the same man who sang. She didn’t know his name. And neither did he.
Well, it seems like her other bandmates felt the same way. Awkwardly the two bands sat together, not even making eye contact.
Then the two presidents of the company had appeared.
“So as you know Crystal Rock Records has been reaching a hardship recently. We haven’t been able to keep up with the music scene and there isn’t any way to put it but we’re on the verge of bankruptcy.”
“That’s bullshit. What the fuck are you doing with the money we make for you?” The redheaded man snarled.
“WE’ll get to that later.” Was the answer, “Anyway, Mountain Ledge Records is a new music company that we had signed [music band name here] for recently. And while it is slowly getting some success in germany, it is not enough to keep itself sustainable, especially since the goal was to reach the global market.
“We’ve decided then that the best thing to do is merge both records together. This will not change anything with the contracts you have all signed.”
“In order to ensure the success, we’ve decided to have [band name] be the opening act for Snakes N’ Barrels. That way we can introduce the merging of the two record labels to the public as well give the band some publicity. WE will also have you work on a song together and since we have talented songwriters from both bands, we see no reason why it won’t be able to be done.”
“What the fuck we just finished with touring!” The man with a top hat said.
“You said that we finish off in Germany and that’s it!”
The redheaded man stood up. He looked at abigail, giving a polite smile, “Sorry we gotta meet like this.”
And then he turned and left before she could say another word. That was quite the introductionf or the band.
Abigail said nothing, taking in what wqas going on.
She could not believe that this had actually happened. Especially for a band such as popular as snakes n’ barrels.
“Can this really happen?” Abigail wondered. They sat in the recording studio. They were meant to be rehearsing but neither of them could find themselves bringing up to it.
“I can’t beleive it either. And to tour with Snakes N’ Barrels.”
“We’re both different genres though. Can our genre even be able to attract an audience like Snakes N’ Barrels?”
“We’re both metal! We’re just better than that.I’m sure we can”
Uncertainity had plagued both of their thoughts but they knew that therew as n use in trying to think over the unknown. All they had to do was rehearse and so they did.
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Abigail found herself in the lounge area of the room. She hadn’t expected anyone to realy be there or anyone that she knew of. There was the occasional business men or artist there and she had expected herself to be done with it
The red haired man was in the lounge area. Instead of the paper bag alcohol, he was drinking a can of Pepsi from the vending machines
He had not paid any mind to her as he seemed too preocupied with the magazine he was looking through.
She had meant to quietly leave but the door shut which earned his attention.
