|Black Stockings (standard:romance, 1282 words)|
|Author: Freya Griffin||Added: Oct 13 2002||Views/Reads: 2697/1288||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|You have to read Liz's Visiting first to know what i'm talking about. (edited)|
Liz DiMarco loved black stockings. Half of her drawers were filled with it. She would wear it in many occasions, along with her pleated knee-length skirt. Sometimes she wore her precious cashmere top with it, sometimes her numerous shirts collection- each with ruffles and rumples. Her hair was worn long down over shoulders. It was golden brown, thick, with lustrous waves. She hated it but she didn't trust beauty saloon and their chemical treatments. (But you wear make-up anyway, teased Edward Green one day) She showed up in the Super Truck's audition for a back-up singer one day and was taken for granted for her geekish nerdish look. And then she hit the high pitches with such ease that left everyone wondered where the hell had she been? ('Buried in the library along with other geeks, naturally', Stephen Preston once gracefully commented) She left the garage used for the audition abruptly that she didn't know all the Super Truck members had voted for her to fill the position behind the bassist and just a little right in front of the drum set beside the keyboard. And so Liz's short career as a singer in a band started. The Super Truck had nothing to do with truck drivers. It was founded by three close friends that went all the way back to primary school (two of them even had been friends since they were in diapers), Edward Green, Stephen Preston, and Zachary Filmore. Edward played the bass, Stephen played the guitar and did some singing, and Zac played the drum, because he's the only one who can. They began by playing their noisy unsynchronised version of Kiss' songs in Preston's garage in their younger days. This made them quite immune to door-banging, foot-kicking, bottle-throwing, high decibels-swearing, of their complaining neighbours-and what they're about to have in the future, fans. Also made the Prestons had to cover their garage walls with soft sponges to create a small soundproof music studio for Stephen and his band gang-thank you to Preston Sr., who had wisely believed that every child must have the opportunity to find their own identity and talents. One boring summer day at their junior year in high school, they declared their band should be handled more seriously and therefore should have a proper name. Several names came up such as, the Avatars, the Crying Monkeys, the Villain (opposing the Police which was getting quite famous then), KISSy, Shut Ur Stinking Self Up (or the SUSSU band, to honour their faithful and patient neighbours), and got even more desperate that they considered Boring Summer as a name. They spent two days alone thinking about various names that may sound cool when announced on stage. Super Truck was then picked because it wasn't common to name a band like that-or so they thought. 'And with this peculiar name, we should be remembered forever!' the young starry-eyed Stephen Preston proudly declared. They found Daisy James several months later to fill the void. She was Edward's personal sexual object (according to Zac) and she played the keyboard quite well. ('She has gifted fingers', confessed Edward Green years after). With Daisy, they started to play in parties. Pool parties, trashing parties, birthday parties, wedding parties, funeral parties, any kind of parties they could spot before any other band spotted it first. Of course this made their dream to perform something more daring, such as supporting monochrome KISS style costumes, or doing some stage diving, head banging rituals, had to be restrained. They became POP. Anything in the Top 40 chart or some popular oldies, U2, Spandau Ballet, Bon Jovi (if they're lucky), Elton John, Madonna, anything. The songs that most common people in a civilized party would want to hear and dance with. They made money out of these musical activities and they didn't complain. Mikey Bird joined early in their senior year to play lead guitar. The Super Truck was getting famous. They were invited to school parties, and to play in clubs and all. They needed some feminine voice to sing some notes, which Stephen couldn't sing, no matter how talented he was as a choir member in the beginning of his music career. Since Daisy couldn't sing, they put up an audition, in which Liz walked in to the scene. The band is to practice three times a week, on Tuesday and Wednesday, or Click here to read the rest of this story (83 more lines)
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