Disenchanted

I had this up on my fansite for a while and decided to put it up here. Hope you guys enjoy it. Comments and Reviews are lovely.

The screams of a hundred kids echo inside the room. Brandi stares, slamming another beer, not removing her eyes from the wall. Her and her band were about to play their first show ever. It's outside. The first ever Oly-Fest. And it's snowing. She looks to Chad as he stares out the window, clutching his guitar, his gaze vacant."You almost ready?" He looks away from the window, smiling at her. "Yeah." The knock at the door draws their gazes, and it opens. John, Tony, and Zach all stand there, nervous looking. "You guys, it's go time." Brandi sighs, setting her beer down and putting out her cigarette. Chad smiles, jumping up and down, psyching him up. "Come on guys! First show!" They all get into the mood, simply seeing Chad jumping about like an idiot making them all feel better. They approach the stage; Tony runs ahead and gets on the drums. The rest of them take the stage, smiling. Brandi grasps the microphone, staring past the snowflakes at the smiling faces of kids, jumping up and down to stay warm. Brandi takes a deep breath, looking to Chad, who signals they're plugged in. "Olympia! Are you ready?" Screams. "Olympia! We are a New Fire, and we hope you like us! This is our first song, 'Sleeping Angels.'" The song starts up. And a fan following is born.

2 months later…

"John, I fucking hate your car." John looks up, smiling. Brandi stares at her hand, a deep cut bleeding profusely. John shakes his head at her, tossing her a clean rag. "Maybe you shouldn't touch the sharp shit then." Brandi holds back, doing her best not to spit on him. "Fuck you." She wraps her hand tightly with the rag, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. "Hey guys!" They both turn their heads up, seeing Chad leaning over the banister on the balcony. "Dinners done!" John sighs, shutting the hood of the car. "Another failed attempt. Good thing you and Chad have cars." Brandi smiles. "Yeah, or else we wouldn't make it to the concert tonight." John laughs. Brandi reaches in her pocket as her cell phone vibrates. She sees who it is and answers it with a smile. "City Morgue. You rape em' we scrape em." A sigh from the other end. "Brandi, cut the shit. The vans going to be there any minute." Brandi stops a shocked expression on her face. "Why? We're going to a concert tonight. No show, remember?" Laughs from the other end. "Yeah, you're going to a concert tonight. You have to be at Key Arena in two hours to open for your favorite band." Brandi almost dropped the phone. Sean laughed and hung up, a click signaling the line was dead. Brandi walked into the apartment after John. "What did our manager boy wonder want?" Brandi stared at the floor, in a daze. Chad came up, shaking her arm. "Brandi? What did Sean want?" Brandi comes to her senses. "Get Tony's drums ready!" Chad stares at her amazed. "WHY?" She smiles at him, struggling to stay on the ground. "Because we're opening for My Chemical Romance!"