|The Sinking Ed (standard:romance, 1329 words)|
|Author: Freya Griffin||Added: Oct 13 2002||Views/Reads: 1693/1079||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|When the Sinking Ed first started (edited)|
One day while getting reasonably drunk in Mikey's room, Zac asked an important question. 'Are we ever going to record, Steve?' Stephen who was also getting dizzy and happy, never thought about that before. Super Truck had been going for four years since the first time they declared the name. They went on stage opening for some famous band that came to their town (or neighboring towns). They're invited to play in school parties. They're quite famous as a local band, but still no recording offer. At this time Zac also played with some of his friend whenever he's not busy with Super Truck. He's been doing freelance playing for several other bands, most of them didn't even pay him. He wanted Super Truck to send some demos to music companies and try their luck. The problem was, everyone was getting too busy to even think about it. They enjoyed playing small gigs in parties and festivals. 'I don't think we could afford to dive in from the cliff, Zac', Edward murmurly answered the question for Stephen. 'That's too bad. I would love it to make a music video', Mikey chuckled. 'We don't exactly have the materials to start anything, Zac. The last song we wrote was a complete dung hole. Let's face it, we're not that gifted', Edward added. Zac blew rings of smoke, sighing. Live's Lightning Crashes was blaring loudly in Mikey's stereo set. 'I like going on stage. The idea to actually spend our whole live on the road from stage to stage is not what i have in mind for my future', Stephen sounded sorry to say that. 'Yeah, he wants a small house with blue roof and white fences', Edward bursted in laughter followed by Mikey. 'You have something in mind, Zac?', Stephen looked at his close friend who was burried deep in his thoughts. 'I got an offer to to play the other week. Pudman's friends made this band playing mainly pure shit they wrote. They needed a drummer 'coz their last one was nearly OD'd and his parents made sure he's not returning to the pack anymore', Zac chuckled on this. His friends were listening intently. 'Anyway, they said they're going to try to sign a deal sometimes soon, and i just thought that's really cool. I told them that Super Truck is my main concern right now and i can't go straight to any offer without thinking', with this silence fell between them.. Stephen had always thought Zac as a good drummer. He knew this time would come, when one of the Super Truck parts would want to upgrade themselves. Zac did deserve a better chance then getting stuck in a small band like Super Truck. 'If you want to go, you can go. Surely we could have another audition to fill your spot if you decided to go', Stephen broke the silence. 'I'll miss you, man', Mikey suddenly feel so overwhelmed and nearly cried. 'Liz would miss you', Edward added. Shortly after that a riot broke with pillows and books and stuffs flying around as they tried to get confessions out of Zac. Nothing to confess really. Mostly because Zac always lost his cool around Liz that he would got even worse. He would started to gapping, tried hard not to be too obvious as he blushed and his heart leaped everytime Liz got too near. The girls didn't seem to notice, but the boys made this a big joke eachtime they gathered without the girls. 'Why, Zac? Why?', Stephen laughed until his eyes watered. Click here to read the rest of this story (114 more lines)
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