April 16, 2012
"They did what!?" Isabella exclaimed in shock, "How can they do that?"
"Well, I'm eighteen now," explained the woman with the aquamarine blue hair, "so, they legally don't have to take care of me anymore." Rosa sighed with two large boxes behind her and a cage with Gisel and Gisel's things. "All they let me take was some clothes and any other personal items I could fit into these boxes."
"I can't believe that your parents are that abusive and mean to you," Isabella said, clenching her fist, "Larissa should have chopped up those bastards when she broke into your manor."
"So, you heard about that?" Rosa said in a somewhat soft tone, "To be honest, I was surprised she even wanted to see me. Heck, she wasn't even really mad, she just, kind of wanted to see me."
"Wait, really?" Isabella asked, "I thought she went to chew you out for your attitude."
"I know. I was surprised too," Rosa mentioned.
"You know, Larissa's really starting to open up to you," Isabella said, making Rosa smile, "or atleast she's not trying to kill you."
"It's something," Rosa said, still smiling, "Atleast I can be a bit more open with Larissa and you. I just wish Gisella wasn't in the hospital."
"Don't worry," Isabella said, placing her hand on Rosa's shoulder, "she's going to make it. This is Gisella we're talking about." Gisel mewed in her cage and gently pawed at the bars of her cage. "Huh? I didn't know you had a cat."
"Oh, yeah. I've had her for a little over three years now," Rosa said, blushing a little.
"What's the cute thing's name?" Iabella asked.
Rosa paused and tensed up a bit before she responed, "Gisel."
"Aww, that's cute," Isabella said, "Wait, that wouldn't happen to be because you named her after Gisella, would it?" Rosa blushed even more, but didn't say anything. "How cute, you do think highly of Gisella."
"Well, I always have," Rosa stammered, "She's a fantastic leader when it comes to nearly everything."
"You really think so?" Isabella asked, already sure of the answer.
"Yeah," Rosa replied, still a little red, "Larissa has her leader perks too, but she's no where near the leadership level that Gisella has. No to offend Larissa," Rosa quickly stammered.
Isabella laughed, however, at the comment. "Don't worry, even Larissa admits she's not anywhere near Gisella's ability to lead a group."
"Larissa is a good leader, though," Rosa mentioned, "She's been leading the Bad Good Girls ever since she started actually talking to me. I'm not mean to her because I want to."
"You're mean to her because you had to," Isabella said, finishing Rosa's sentence. "Well, I say good riddance for you, Rosa. You don't need those failure of parents," Isabella said, going to grab on of the boes behind Rosa, "You going to help me with these or what?"
"Help you?" Rosa asked, confused, "Help with what?"
"Moving these boxes, silly," Isabella said, "Unless you seriously want me to move all these myself, though I can't garuntee that they'll all wind up somewhere you'll recognize." Rosa quickly ran over and grabbed Gisel's cage, careful not to shake her cat around too much.
"Where are we taking these?" Rosa asked.
"Inside, of course," Isabella said, taking the first box inside.
"What?" Rosa exclaimed in surprise, "You want me to move in with you?"
"Well, I only use this house occasionally, plus I do have my own, you know," Isabella said, "I figured you're needing a place now, after all."
April 20, 2012
"Oh Gisella, mon," Larissa sighed, holding onto the unconscious Gisella's hand, "I wish you could see how everything's going right now. The Bad Good Girls are still going strong." She squeezed Gisella's hand gently. Larissa sighed and turned to the TV that was turned on and sat on the other side of the room in Gisella's neighbor's area.
"We're down to the final four bands," shouted the announcer, causing the crowd to cheer, "Our semi-final bands are as follows: The Dead Rights, lead by Tyrell Bozzler." Larissa scowled as the announcer mentioned Tyrell, "Cody Albright, lead by none other than Cody Albright himself; YK9, lead by Vee and Jay; and finally, the Bad Good Girls, lead by Gisella Rumanti." Larissa cheered a little and gently squeezed Gisella's hand. "This round, we'll be sitting down and talking with our band members until the semi-final elimination. Today, we sat down with Tyrell Bozzler." The screen transitioned to a large TV studio with white couches and blue window backgrounds. Tyrell sat on the left while the announcer sat on the right.
"Hey, it's good to be here," Tyrell said in a calm, yet cocky attitude. Larissa stuck her tongue out at the TV and turned back to Gisella.
"Don't you worry, mon. We're going to take them down," Larissa said. She sighed and rested her head on Gisella's hand. "Oh, I miss you, Gisella. Now, without you, it's just me, Isabella, and Rosa. Rosa, she's something else. You were right. There is so much more to her than first appears."
"So, Tyrell, tell us a little about yourself," the announcer said from the TV.
"Rosa's been a great asset to the band, mon," Larissa said, "She's helped us perform the song last round."
"There's not really too much to know about me," Tyrell said on the TV, adjusting his baseball cap, "I'm awesome and everything that goes with that."
"Cocky little bastard more like it, mon," Larissa muttered under her breath at the TV.
"So, we heard that last year, you were dating not one, but two girls, at the same time," the announcer said, causing Tyrell to lose a bit of his cool. The crowd booed as Tyrell clearly was embarassed. Larissa chuckled, watching Tyrell get his comeuppance. "Now, as we can see, not only did they both enter the competition, but now they are in the semifinals as the Bad Good Girls. What are your thoughts on the matter?"
"Well," Tyrell stuttered, sweating a bit, "They are definitely in the semifinals."
"In fact," the announcer stated, "if both of you win your rounds, it will be you three and your bands going head to head in our final amp vs amp battle."
"Yeah, I can tell from the way the brackets are put," Tyrell chuckled, a little nervous.
"Are you worried that the sweetness of victory will be taken from you in the finals by the girls who you wronged?" the announcer asked.
"Hey now," Tyrell stammered, "let's not get hasty here. There's no telling if they'll even win the next round against Cody. I mean, look at the guy's fan base. Nearly every girl in the states are head over heels for this teen idol."
"Very true," the announcer said, "I believe that's a suitable time to take a commercial break. Stay tuned for more questions and answers." With that, the screen switched to an advertisement with a dog for some product that Larissa didn't care about.
"Don't you worry, Gisella, mon," Larissa said, placing Ivanna's jacket on the corner of the bedside table, "We're gonna get him."
As Larissa left, a news report quickly flashed on screen. A female news anchor said, in an alarming tone:
"This just in. Mental Asylum patient Cantina Fluron has escaped. John Hopsapple has more."
April 23, 2012
"So, liking your new home, Gisel?" Isabella asked as Gisela walked around on the carpeted living room.
"Meow," Gisel replied, sniffing the furniture.
"You're a good cat," Isabella said, petting Gisel on the head as Gisel hopped up next to her.
"Today, we sat down with the backup guitarist for the Dead Rights, Chen Fei-na," said the announcer on the TV, "or we would have, but he didn't have anything to say to us. Sorry, but no interview session today. Check back tomorrow when we interview none other than teen idol pop star, Cody Albright."
"Mew," Gisel meowed as she rubbed her head against Isabella's shirt.
"She's a doll, isn't she?" . She laughed as Gisel pawed at Isabella's face.
"Yeah," Isabella said, spitting a bit as some hair got in her mouth, "she certainly is."
The other woman laughed and strummed on a guitar as blue as her hair. "She really likes you, Isabella."
"I just wish she didn't like giving me a hairball," Isabella gagged.
Suddenly, the front door of Ivanna/Isabella's house opened up, revealing a very tall Jamaican woman in a chef uniform. She walked up the two other girls and sat down on a nearby chair. "How's it going here, mon?"
"Things are going good, Larissa," said the woman with the guitar, "thought I'm not that much farther along with the song."
"What's the matter, Rosa, mon?" Larissa said, twirling her knife and talking to the woman with the guitar, "Can't get any inspiration?"
"That's the main part of it," Rosa said, leaning back into her chair, "The other part of it is that I'm still worried about Gisella." Gisel perked her head up. "Not you, kitty."
"I'm worried about her too, mon. She's been in there for over a month now," Larissa said, crossing her arms.
"Look, she's in good hands," Isabella explained, "I know Doctor Octavio and he's going to take good care of Gisella."
"Can you be sure, mon?" Larissa asked, concern slowly filling her voice.
"Yeah, I can," Isabella said, petting Gisel on the head.
Rosa sighed and strummed a few more times. "I'm just concerned because this will be our first amp vs amp without Gisella present."
"Oh yeah, that's true, mon," Larissa said. She sighed and gave a slightly concerned look to Rosa. "I don't know how well we're going to do without her."
"Oh, that's just great. Even you're doubting us," Rosa said with a concerned look as well.
"Remember who and what you girls are doing this for," Isabella chimed in.
Rosa and Larissa both looked at each other and nodded. "For Gisella and Ivanna to take down Tyrell, mon," they both said unanimously, though Rosa didn't say "mon" at the end like Larissa did.
April 26, 2012
"So, today, we're here with none other than the drummer for the Bad Good Girls, Larissa Aldenta," said the announcer into the camera. The crowd applauded as Larissa came onto the stage, sitting on the left couch.
"Hey there, mon," Larissa said, twirling her ceremonial knife in her hand.
"It's good to have you here," the announcer said, quieting the crowd.
"It's good to be here, mon," Larissa replied.
"So, let's just quickly address the elephant in the room," the announcer said, relaxing back into his chair, "What's with the knife?"
"Oh, this thing was given to me by one of my good friends, Naomi, mon," Larissa said, twirling it and kissing the spine of the knife. "It was a Christmas present and I only really use this for special events."
"I can't believe security let her through with that," Isabella said from backstage to Rosa.
"I can't believe Larissa wasn't arrested for nearly thretening the security," Rosa remakred to Isabella.
"Really?" the announcer asked, "May I ask, why a knife as a gift?"
"Well, I'm fairly well known to use my knife for nearly everything, mon," Larissa said, twirling her knife with ease.
"You're a chef, right?" the announcer asked, feeling a tad more relaxed.
"That's right, but I ain't here to advertise for the Five Point Dine, mon," Larissa chuckled.
"No, that's right, we're here to talk about you and the Bad Good Girls," the announcer said, "So, can you fill us in on any details about the upcoming Bad Good Girls' song?"
Larissa chuckled and twirled her knife. "No can do, mon," she said with a wink. She twirled her knife and kissed the spine of it.
The announcer chuckled with her. "Understandable, keep your fans in suspence, I understand. So, instead, how about you tell us about you?"
"Tell you about me, mon?" Larissa asked, smiling, "What do you want to know?"
"Well, from what we've heard, you live here, but you were born in Jamaica, correct?" Larissa nodded and smiled. "So, mind telling us how you came to our small town in Utah?"
"Ah, it's a really fun story, mon," Larissa said.
"I'm sure you already know this story," Rosa said to Isabella.
"Yep, but I always enjoy hearing it again," Isabella said back.
"Well, I think I'll start around the time after I had that incident with the Racoon Goons, mon," Larissa said, twirling her knife.
"Hang on, THE Racoon Goons?" the announcer asked, surprised.
"Of course, mon. You didn't really think it was theym who put all that frosting on their own buildings, now did you?" Larissa chuckled, "Now then, it all started after that fateful rodeo..."
April 30, 2012
"Man, I can't believe you nearly told your entire life story," Isabella said, surprised.
"I can't believe there was enough time in the interview for all that," Naomi said, drinking some Mexican Oasis.
"I can't believe the announcer managed to stay awake through all that, mon," Larissa said, dancing her blade across her grill, "Even the camera crew fell asleep."
"I can't believe that you went through all that," Rosa said, "Are you sure you didn't make any of that up?"
Larissa chuckled and kissed the spine of her blade. "Every single bit of that's true, mon. I don't lie."
"Well, now I understand where you get your talent from," Rosa said, drinking some Caribbean Splash. She sighed and stretched on her bar stool as Larissa chopped up some beef for one of the other customers.
"That definitely explains both Larissa's cooking and her drumming skills," Naomi said, "I was only aware of the one."
"I got some things I didn't tell the guy, mon," Larissa chuckled, "Can't have the police at my door, now can I?"
"Just what exactly happened back in St. Louis?" Isabella asked, but Larissa just laughed.
"Yeah, Larissa does have quite the interesting history," Naomi said, chuckling, "So, when is your interview, Rosa?"
"I'm not sure," Rosa remarked, "I scheduled it for the fifth of May, but that might conflict with any study I'll have to do for the finals."
"Didn't know you actually studied, mon," Larissa teased, this time as friends instead of enemies.
"Well, excuse me for not picking a class where my personal talents aren't catered to the class," Rosa replied, getting a little ticked off.
"Girls," Isabella said, starting to get a little anxious.
"Ooh, you say it like my choice was a bad one, mon," Larissa remarked.
"Hey now, you two," Naomi stammered.
"Personally, I would have hated having to learn about all those different time periods, you history nut, mon," Larissa said, smirking.
"Come on, you two," Isabella stuttered.
"Well, excuse me for not wanting to always be in the kitchen," Rosa said, placing her hands on the counter.
"You girls were doing so well," Naomi sighed.
The two girls got up near each other's faces, scowling. Naomi and Isabella were ready to pull them apart, but just as they were, Rosa and Larissa burst out laughing.
"Looks like a lot has changed since I've been here," said a familiar voice. The four girls all turned to see a woman with beautiful burnt umber hair. She wore an orange soccer jersey with the number 26 on the front of it. On top of that, she wore a cerulean blue custom made jacket, the only one to ever exist and ever would exist.
May 3, 2012
"Sheesh, one more day, I'd I would have thought you two were siamese," Isabella said to Rosa and Gisella.
"Hey, it's alright," Gisella said, chuckling.
"Gisella, I still can't believe you're back," Rosa said, hugging Gisella.
"It's been three days, mon," Larissa said, "Even I still can't believe it."
"I can't believe that you and Rosa didn't kill each other," Gisella joked, "Man, I barely even recognized you when I first walked in, Rosa. When did you change your hair?"
"That would be April 14," Rosa said, "Just after my parent's evicted me."
"Man, I thought your parents were cruel before, but this," Gisella said, "That's just plain wrong."
"Yeah, I know," Rosa sighed, letting go of Gisella and sitting upright, "but, I've very thankful for Isabella and her generousness."
"I heard," Gisella said, "How has it been living with Rosa?"
"Not too bad," Isabella replied, petting Gisel, "Things have been pretty calm, but with finals everywhere for you all starting soon, I expect things to get even calmer."
"Oh shoot!" Gisella exclaimed, "That's right! Man, am I way behind on my school work."
Larissa chuckled and twirled her knife. "Back for three days and she's already got school on the brain, mon."
"Sure you still aren't sick?" Isabella joked.
"Still," Gisella said, I'm glad to see that you girls managed to work together and continue on the Bad Good Girls."
"Yeah, it was a bit rocky at first, mon," Larissa started.
"But we managed to become good friends through understanding," Rosa finished, smiling.
"Even though it's been a little over a month since they stopped fighting each other," Isabella said, "Rosa and Larissa really have connected."
"Yeah, now that I don't have to worry about my parents, I'm free to be myself," Rosa said with a grin.
"Been nice to know your true self isn't a jerk, mon," Larissa said with a chuckle.
"So, they've been doing interviews of the current band members?" Gisella asked, "Yours is in two days, right Rosa?"
Rosa nodded. "That's right. Hope you don't mind if I borrow a nice outfit from you, Isabella?"
"No, I don't mind," Isabella said, shaking her head, "I'm sure you'll do great for your interview."
"Thanks," Rosa said, "I just wonder what questions the announcer will ask me."
Gisella shrugged. "No idea. Guess I'll have to arrange for an interview for me soon. How did yours go, Larissa?"
"Pretty good, though I took up most of the time talking about my life story, mon," Larissa chuckled.
"Your life story?" Gisella asked, surprised, "Even the part about the Grand Canyon?"
"Well, I didn't mention about those Purple Rangers, mon," Larissa chuckling as she twirled her knife.
"Good," Gisella said with a sigh of relief, "We don't need any more incidents with Maximillia."
May 5, 2012
"Everyone, please give a huge round of applause for Rosa Valkyne," the announcer said, gesturing to Rosa. The crowd clapped as Rosa waved to them. She pushed the wrinkles out of her cerulean dress and smiled.
"Thank you, thank you," Rosa said with a chuckle. The announcer waved his hands and hushed down the crowd.
"From what this crowd's seen, you would have never known Rosa ever had to go through that mean phase of hers," Isabella remarked from backstage.
"Yeah, she's real good at controlling the masses, mon," Larissa laughed, twirling her knife.
"So, Rosa, first thing's first," the announer began, "why the change in hair color? We hardly recognized you without that-"
"Ap bup bup," Rosa interrupted, "Don't mention that color phrase. That was the old Rosa."
"The old Rosa?" the announcer asked, "What happened to her?"
"Well, to put it simply," Rosa said calmly, "she was freed."
"Freed you say?" the announcer asked, curious, "Freed from what?"
"Oh, you know, the usual stuff that holds people down: life, money, abusive parents, disasters, enemies, etc. That was and is all behind me now," Rosa said with a smile. The crowd cheered until the announcer quieted them down.
"Amazing, but well," the announcer began, "people don't usually just get freed by themselves. Who or what freed you?"
"My friends," Rosa said, making the crowd go "awwww."
"Your friends? You mean your band mates?"
"Yes, as well as two others who aren't members of the band," Rosa said proudly, "Their names are Isabella Gouss and Naomi Forbes."
"Well, ain't that sweet, mon? She acknowledge you," Larissa chuckled.
"Yeah, it is," Isabella said, smiling, "Rosa's certianly come out of her shell."
"Oh, hey," Gisella said, joining Isabella and Larissa backstage, "I got my interview date scheduled. What did I miss?"
"Turns out that Rosa considers me and Naomi her friends along with you two," Isabella recapped.
"Aww, that's nice," Gisella said, turning to watch Rosa on the TV.
"Isabella Gouss. Isn't she the CEO of the national company, I-AID?" the announcer asked, though he already knew the answer to that question, "Is her late sister the only relation to the band?"
"No, actually," Rosa replied, "She spends a lot of her free time with us and is the camerawoman for our videos."
"Really? That is impressive. Not just anyone can work a camera like in those videos of yours. Isn't that right folks?" the announcer asked, this time to the crowd. They cheered until he quieted them down. "So, are the rumors true? Is Gisella out of the hospital?"
"Yes, and we're so glad to have her back. Finally, the Bad Good Girls are reunited together."
May 9, 2012
"Ladies and gentlemen, back from the clutches of death itself, Gisella Rumanti," the announcer shouted, making the crowd cheer and applaud excitedly. Gisella came on stage, wearing her usual soccer jersey and Ivanna's jacket. She took a seat on the left couch like Larissa and Rosa had done before her a few days ago. The announcer calmly settled the crowd before turning to face Gisella. "So, Gisella, welcome back to the land of the living."
"Thanks. It's good to be back," Gisella replied, leaning back into the couch. She propped her bad leg up on the coffee table and smiled.
"Mind telling us what you had that caused you to be in the hospital for so long?"
"It was just a respiratory infection. Honestly, I was only out for so long because I kind of failed to take my sickness more serious," Gisella answered.
"Well, now we all know not ignore something like that," the annoucer chuckled. Gisella chuckled with him. "Now, we've seen you before and now after you've been in the hospital. That leg brace of yours has been on your since you first recorded your first song, 'Bring on the Band' and perhaps even before then. Tell us, how did you get that brace and is it coming off any time soon?"
"Well, I can answer the latter question with a solid 'no,'" Gisella replied, rubbing her brace.
"That bad, huh? Just what happened?"
"It all started about four years ago," Gisella began, "I was the star of my high school soccer team. My goals were amazing, and my teammates were just as skilled. Together, we nearly unbeatable. We had some losses here and there, but we always managed to make a close game. However, my incident happened at the championship match against the Provo Pumas.
"'Pass the ball this way,' yelled one of my teammates to another, running down the field. The score was 33-33, the ball was in our team's possession, and our team was getting too tired to go into overtime. Another teammate kicked the ball towards the goal, but one of the opposition deflected it away. Their goalie kicked the ball towards their number 7, but I ran to intercept.
"The ball was in the air with number 7 coming towards the ball. Instinctively, I leaped up into the air and kicked the ball back towards the goal, scoring the winning point for our team. As I came down from my kick, number 7 was still running towards me, trying to stop. He tripped over my other leg as I came down, landing on my now bad leg.
"An earsplitting crack echoed through the stadium along with my cries of anguish. The crowd hushed as they all tried to see what just happened. I remember my vision started to fade out as I screamed in pain. The sound of people clammoring started to fill my ears as a person cried out for someone to call 911. My last image was my teammates rushing over to me, and then I passed out. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital with a large cast on my leg and being told I would never be able to play soccer again." Gisella let a tear roll down her cheek as she finished her story.
May 14, 2012
"Man, it feels like forever since I've been here," Gisella said with a stretch. She held her bass guitar case in her left hand as she walked along side Rosa and Larissa.
"I know, mon," Larissa said with a smile, "You got the Band Pass?"
"Of course," Gisella said, patting Ivanna's jacket, "Right in here."
"I'm just glad we have you back for the semifinals," Rosa said, holding her guitar on her right, "It would have been really awkward if you weren't here for an amp vs amp."
"I bet," Gisella said, approaching the building. Larissa quickly dashed ahead with Rosa following behind, followed by Gisella.
"Oh come on!" Rosa exclaimed, "It's mid-May. You can't still be that cold!"
"Are you kidding me, mon?" Larissa said with a shiver, "Have you felt this wind chill?"
"How do you even manage to go through the year if the only months you can stand are all only summer?" Rosa asked with a sigh.
"A lot of jackets and complaining," Gisella said with a chuckle as she caught up with the two of them. Larissa stuck her tongue out at the two of them and twirled her drum sticks.
"There's a lot of people here," Rosa said, a little nervous.
"Yeah," Gisella said, "I can only imagine how many will be here for the finals." Rosa shuddered at the thought.
"I wonder which amp vs amp is first, mon," Larissa said, looking around for some sort of notification.
"I don't think it's us," Rosa said, listening closely, "Sounds like the Dead Rights music playing from the stage area."
"Well, that's a good enough reason to get ready, mon," Larissa said, pushing Gisella and Rosa towards the backstage.
"Hey, easy," Gisella said, trying to keep pace with Larissa, "Watch the jacket." Rosa and Gisella sighed as the security guard stopped the three of them.
"Halt. Do you have your Band Pass?" the guard asked.
"Come on, you should know us by now, mon," Larissa exclaimed.
"Sorry, but I need to see your Band Pass to let you pass," the guard said firmly, not budging.
"Is this going to be a reoccuring thing with you, Larissa?" Gisella asked, pulling the Band Pass out of Ivanna's jacket.
"Perhaps, mon," Larissa chuckled as the three girls made their way backstage. The music from the stage echoed softly in the back, making Gisella shudder.
"Ugh, I can't stand Tyrell," Gisella exclaimed, putting her bass guitar case along the wall.
"He's just so different than when I was dating him," Rosa said, tuning her guitar, "He was kind, sweet, caring. Now he's just a complete jerk who doesn't care about anyone else."
"Don't you worry, mon. We're going to take him down," Larissa said, twirling her drum sticks.
"And the winner is," the announcer began after some time had passed. The crowd was hushed while the three girls backstage were softly chanting for the other team. "Dead Rights!" The crowd cheered as the three girls sighed. "Up next, we have the Bad Good Girls and Cody Albright going head to head."
The three girls grabbed their instruments and went to take their place when they passed by the Dead Rights. "Best of luck," Tyrell said in a calm, but menacing voice, "Break a leg." Gisella felt her face get flustered, but held herself back. Tyrell chuckled as the Dead Rights walked back to their green room.
"That's it," Rosa said as they came on stage, "we're taking him down in the finals."
Larissa and Gisella nodded in agreement as Gisella grabbed the microphone before her. "We are the Bad Good Girls, and here's our new song, 'Run to the Top!'"
"They did what!?" Isabella exclaimed in shock, "How can they do that?"
"Well, I'm eighteen now," explained the woman with the aquamarine blue hair, "so, they legally don't have to take care of me anymore." Rosa sighed with two large boxes behind her and a cage with Gisel and Gisel's things. "All they let me take was some clothes and any other personal items I could fit into these boxes."
"I can't believe that your parents are that abusive and mean to you," Isabella said, clenching her fist, "Larissa should have chopped up those bastards when she broke into your manor."
"So, you heard about that?" Rosa said in a somewhat soft tone, "To be honest, I was surprised she even wanted to see me. Heck, she wasn't even really mad, she just, kind of wanted to see me."
"Wait, really?" Isabella asked, "I thought she went to chew you out for your attitude."
"I know. I was surprised too," Rosa mentioned.
"You know, Larissa's really starting to open up to you," Isabella said, making Rosa smile, "or atleast she's not trying to kill you."
"It's something," Rosa said, still smiling, "Atleast I can be a bit more open with Larissa and you. I just wish Gisella wasn't in the hospital."
"Don't worry," Isabella said, placing her hand on Rosa's shoulder, "she's going to make it. This is Gisella we're talking about." Gisel mewed in her cage and gently pawed at the bars of her cage. "Huh? I didn't know you had a cat."
"Oh, yeah. I've had her for a little over three years now," Rosa said, blushing a little.
"What's the cute thing's name?" Iabella asked.
Rosa paused and tensed up a bit before she responed, "Gisel."
"Aww, that's cute," Isabella said, "Wait, that wouldn't happen to be because you named her after Gisella, would it?" Rosa blushed even more, but didn't say anything. "How cute, you do think highly of Gisella."
"Well, I always have," Rosa stammered, "She's a fantastic leader when it comes to nearly everything."
"You really think so?" Isabella asked, already sure of the answer.
"Yeah," Rosa replied, still a little red, "Larissa has her leader perks too, but she's no where near the leadership level that Gisella has. No to offend Larissa," Rosa quickly stammered.
Isabella laughed, however, at the comment. "Don't worry, even Larissa admits she's not anywhere near Gisella's ability to lead a group."
"Larissa is a good leader, though," Rosa mentioned, "She's been leading the Bad Good Girls ever since she started actually talking to me. I'm not mean to her because I want to."
"You're mean to her because you had to," Isabella said, finishing Rosa's sentence. "Well, I say good riddance for you, Rosa. You don't need those failure of parents," Isabella said, going to grab on of the boes behind Rosa, "You going to help me with these or what?"
"Help you?" Rosa asked, confused, "Help with what?"
"Moving these boxes, silly," Isabella said, "Unless you seriously want me to move all these myself, though I can't garuntee that they'll all wind up somewhere you'll recognize." Rosa quickly ran over and grabbed Gisel's cage, careful not to shake her cat around too much.
"Where are we taking these?" Rosa asked.
"Inside, of course," Isabella said, taking the first box inside.
"What?" Rosa exclaimed in surprise, "You want me to move in with you?"
"Well, I only use this house occasionally, plus I do have my own, you know," Isabella said, "I figured you're needing a place now, after all."
April 20, 2012
"Oh Gisella, mon," Larissa sighed, holding onto the unconscious Gisella's hand, "I wish you could see how everything's going right now. The Bad Good Girls are still going strong." She squeezed Gisella's hand gently. Larissa sighed and turned to the TV that was turned on and sat on the other side of the room in Gisella's neighbor's area.
"We're down to the final four bands," shouted the announcer, causing the crowd to cheer, "Our semi-final bands are as follows: The Dead Rights, lead by Tyrell Bozzler." Larissa scowled as the announcer mentioned Tyrell, "Cody Albright, lead by none other than Cody Albright himself; YK9, lead by Vee and Jay; and finally, the Bad Good Girls, lead by Gisella Rumanti." Larissa cheered a little and gently squeezed Gisella's hand. "This round, we'll be sitting down and talking with our band members until the semi-final elimination. Today, we sat down with Tyrell Bozzler." The screen transitioned to a large TV studio with white couches and blue window backgrounds. Tyrell sat on the left while the announcer sat on the right.
"Hey, it's good to be here," Tyrell said in a calm, yet cocky attitude. Larissa stuck her tongue out at the TV and turned back to Gisella.
"Don't you worry, mon. We're going to take them down," Larissa said. She sighed and rested her head on Gisella's hand. "Oh, I miss you, Gisella. Now, without you, it's just me, Isabella, and Rosa. Rosa, she's something else. You were right. There is so much more to her than first appears."
"So, Tyrell, tell us a little about yourself," the announcer said from the TV.
"Rosa's been a great asset to the band, mon," Larissa said, "She's helped us perform the song last round."
"There's not really too much to know about me," Tyrell said on the TV, adjusting his baseball cap, "I'm awesome and everything that goes with that."
"Cocky little bastard more like it, mon," Larissa muttered under her breath at the TV.
"So, we heard that last year, you were dating not one, but two girls, at the same time," the announcer said, causing Tyrell to lose a bit of his cool. The crowd booed as Tyrell clearly was embarassed. Larissa chuckled, watching Tyrell get his comeuppance. "Now, as we can see, not only did they both enter the competition, but now they are in the semifinals as the Bad Good Girls. What are your thoughts on the matter?"
"Well," Tyrell stuttered, sweating a bit, "They are definitely in the semifinals."
"In fact," the announcer stated, "if both of you win your rounds, it will be you three and your bands going head to head in our final amp vs amp battle."
"Yeah, I can tell from the way the brackets are put," Tyrell chuckled, a little nervous.
"Are you worried that the sweetness of victory will be taken from you in the finals by the girls who you wronged?" the announcer asked.
"Hey now," Tyrell stammered, "let's not get hasty here. There's no telling if they'll even win the next round against Cody. I mean, look at the guy's fan base. Nearly every girl in the states are head over heels for this teen idol."
"Very true," the announcer said, "I believe that's a suitable time to take a commercial break. Stay tuned for more questions and answers." With that, the screen switched to an advertisement with a dog for some product that Larissa didn't care about.
"Don't you worry, Gisella, mon," Larissa said, placing Ivanna's jacket on the corner of the bedside table, "We're gonna get him."
As Larissa left, a news report quickly flashed on screen. A female news anchor said, in an alarming tone:
"This just in. Mental Asylum patient Cantina Fluron has escaped. John Hopsapple has more."
April 23, 2012
"So, liking your new home, Gisel?" Isabella asked as Gisela walked around on the carpeted living room.
"Meow," Gisel replied, sniffing the furniture.
"You're a good cat," Isabella said, petting Gisel on the head as Gisel hopped up next to her.
"Today, we sat down with the backup guitarist for the Dead Rights, Chen Fei-na," said the announcer on the TV, "or we would have, but he didn't have anything to say to us. Sorry, but no interview session today. Check back tomorrow when we interview none other than teen idol pop star, Cody Albright."
"Mew," Gisel meowed as she rubbed her head against Isabella's shirt.
"She's a doll, isn't she?" . She laughed as Gisel pawed at Isabella's face.
"Yeah," Isabella said, spitting a bit as some hair got in her mouth, "she certainly is."
The other woman laughed and strummed on a guitar as blue as her hair. "She really likes you, Isabella."
"I just wish she didn't like giving me a hairball," Isabella gagged.
Suddenly, the front door of Ivanna/Isabella's house opened up, revealing a very tall Jamaican woman in a chef uniform. She walked up the two other girls and sat down on a nearby chair. "How's it going here, mon?"
"Things are going good, Larissa," said the woman with the guitar, "thought I'm not that much farther along with the song."
"What's the matter, Rosa, mon?" Larissa said, twirling her knife and talking to the woman with the guitar, "Can't get any inspiration?"
"That's the main part of it," Rosa said, leaning back into her chair, "The other part of it is that I'm still worried about Gisella." Gisel perked her head up. "Not you, kitty."
"I'm worried about her too, mon. She's been in there for over a month now," Larissa said, crossing her arms.
"Look, she's in good hands," Isabella explained, "I know Doctor Octavio and he's going to take good care of Gisella."
"Can you be sure, mon?" Larissa asked, concern slowly filling her voice.
"Yeah, I can," Isabella said, petting Gisel on the head.
Rosa sighed and strummed a few more times. "I'm just concerned because this will be our first amp vs amp without Gisella present."
"Oh yeah, that's true, mon," Larissa said. She sighed and gave a slightly concerned look to Rosa. "I don't know how well we're going to do without her."
"Oh, that's just great. Even you're doubting us," Rosa said with a concerned look as well.
"Remember who and what you girls are doing this for," Isabella chimed in.
Rosa and Larissa both looked at each other and nodded. "For Gisella and Ivanna to take down Tyrell, mon," they both said unanimously, though Rosa didn't say "mon" at the end like Larissa did.
April 26, 2012
"So, today, we're here with none other than the drummer for the Bad Good Girls, Larissa Aldenta," said the announcer into the camera. The crowd applauded as Larissa came onto the stage, sitting on the left couch.
"Hey there, mon," Larissa said, twirling her ceremonial knife in her hand.
"It's good to have you here," the announcer said, quieting the crowd.
"It's good to be here, mon," Larissa replied.
"So, let's just quickly address the elephant in the room," the announcer said, relaxing back into his chair, "What's with the knife?"
"Oh, this thing was given to me by one of my good friends, Naomi, mon," Larissa said, twirling it and kissing the spine of the knife. "It was a Christmas present and I only really use this for special events."
"I can't believe security let her through with that," Isabella said from backstage to Rosa.
"I can't believe Larissa wasn't arrested for nearly thretening the security," Rosa remakred to Isabella.
"Really?" the announcer asked, "May I ask, why a knife as a gift?"
"Well, I'm fairly well known to use my knife for nearly everything, mon," Larissa said, twirling her knife with ease.
"You're a chef, right?" the announcer asked, feeling a tad more relaxed.
"That's right, but I ain't here to advertise for the Five Point Dine, mon," Larissa chuckled.
"No, that's right, we're here to talk about you and the Bad Good Girls," the announcer said, "So, can you fill us in on any details about the upcoming Bad Good Girls' song?"
Larissa chuckled and twirled her knife. "No can do, mon," she said with a wink. She twirled her knife and kissed the spine of it.
The announcer chuckled with her. "Understandable, keep your fans in suspence, I understand. So, instead, how about you tell us about you?"
"Tell you about me, mon?" Larissa asked, smiling, "What do you want to know?"
"Well, from what we've heard, you live here, but you were born in Jamaica, correct?" Larissa nodded and smiled. "So, mind telling us how you came to our small town in Utah?"
"Ah, it's a really fun story, mon," Larissa said.
"I'm sure you already know this story," Rosa said to Isabella.
"Yep, but I always enjoy hearing it again," Isabella said back.
"Well, I think I'll start around the time after I had that incident with the Racoon Goons, mon," Larissa said, twirling her knife.
"Hang on, THE Racoon Goons?" the announcer asked, surprised.
"Of course, mon. You didn't really think it was theym who put all that frosting on their own buildings, now did you?" Larissa chuckled, "Now then, it all started after that fateful rodeo..."
April 30, 2012
"Man, I can't believe you nearly told your entire life story," Isabella said, surprised.
"I can't believe there was enough time in the interview for all that," Naomi said, drinking some Mexican Oasis.
"I can't believe the announcer managed to stay awake through all that, mon," Larissa said, dancing her blade across her grill, "Even the camera crew fell asleep."
"I can't believe that you went through all that," Rosa said, "Are you sure you didn't make any of that up?"
Larissa chuckled and kissed the spine of her blade. "Every single bit of that's true, mon. I don't lie."
"Well, now I understand where you get your talent from," Rosa said, drinking some Caribbean Splash. She sighed and stretched on her bar stool as Larissa chopped up some beef for one of the other customers.
"That definitely explains both Larissa's cooking and her drumming skills," Naomi said, "I was only aware of the one."
"I got some things I didn't tell the guy, mon," Larissa chuckled, "Can't have the police at my door, now can I?"
"Just what exactly happened back in St. Louis?" Isabella asked, but Larissa just laughed.
"Yeah, Larissa does have quite the interesting history," Naomi said, chuckling, "So, when is your interview, Rosa?"
"I'm not sure," Rosa remarked, "I scheduled it for the fifth of May, but that might conflict with any study I'll have to do for the finals."
"Didn't know you actually studied, mon," Larissa teased, this time as friends instead of enemies.
"Well, excuse me for not picking a class where my personal talents aren't catered to the class," Rosa replied, getting a little ticked off.
"Girls," Isabella said, starting to get a little anxious.
"Ooh, you say it like my choice was a bad one, mon," Larissa remarked.
"Hey now, you two," Naomi stammered.
"Personally, I would have hated having to learn about all those different time periods, you history nut, mon," Larissa said, smirking.
"Come on, you two," Isabella stuttered.
"Well, excuse me for not wanting to always be in the kitchen," Rosa said, placing her hands on the counter.
"You girls were doing so well," Naomi sighed.
The two girls got up near each other's faces, scowling. Naomi and Isabella were ready to pull them apart, but just as they were, Rosa and Larissa burst out laughing.
"Looks like a lot has changed since I've been here," said a familiar voice. The four girls all turned to see a woman with beautiful burnt umber hair. She wore an orange soccer jersey with the number 26 on the front of it. On top of that, she wore a cerulean blue custom made jacket, the only one to ever exist and ever would exist.
May 3, 2012
"Sheesh, one more day, I'd I would have thought you two were siamese," Isabella said to Rosa and Gisella.
"Hey, it's alright," Gisella said, chuckling.
"Gisella, I still can't believe you're back," Rosa said, hugging Gisella.
"It's been three days, mon," Larissa said, "Even I still can't believe it."
"I can't believe that you and Rosa didn't kill each other," Gisella joked, "Man, I barely even recognized you when I first walked in, Rosa. When did you change your hair?"
"That would be April 14," Rosa said, "Just after my parent's evicted me."
"Man, I thought your parents were cruel before, but this," Gisella said, "That's just plain wrong."
"Yeah, I know," Rosa sighed, letting go of Gisella and sitting upright, "but, I've very thankful for Isabella and her generousness."
"I heard," Gisella said, "How has it been living with Rosa?"
"Not too bad," Isabella replied, petting Gisel, "Things have been pretty calm, but with finals everywhere for you all starting soon, I expect things to get even calmer."
"Oh shoot!" Gisella exclaimed, "That's right! Man, am I way behind on my school work."
Larissa chuckled and twirled her knife. "Back for three days and she's already got school on the brain, mon."
"Sure you still aren't sick?" Isabella joked.
"Still," Gisella said, I'm glad to see that you girls managed to work together and continue on the Bad Good Girls."
"Yeah, it was a bit rocky at first, mon," Larissa started.
"But we managed to become good friends through understanding," Rosa finished, smiling.
"Even though it's been a little over a month since they stopped fighting each other," Isabella said, "Rosa and Larissa really have connected."
"Yeah, now that I don't have to worry about my parents, I'm free to be myself," Rosa said with a grin.
"Been nice to know your true self isn't a jerk, mon," Larissa said with a chuckle.
"So, they've been doing interviews of the current band members?" Gisella asked, "Yours is in two days, right Rosa?"
Rosa nodded. "That's right. Hope you don't mind if I borrow a nice outfit from you, Isabella?"
"No, I don't mind," Isabella said, shaking her head, "I'm sure you'll do great for your interview."
"Thanks," Rosa said, "I just wonder what questions the announcer will ask me."
Gisella shrugged. "No idea. Guess I'll have to arrange for an interview for me soon. How did yours go, Larissa?"
"Pretty good, though I took up most of the time talking about my life story, mon," Larissa chuckled.
"Your life story?" Gisella asked, surprised, "Even the part about the Grand Canyon?"
"Well, I didn't mention about those Purple Rangers, mon," Larissa chuckling as she twirled her knife.
"Good," Gisella said with a sigh of relief, "We don't need any more incidents with Maximillia."
May 5, 2012
"Everyone, please give a huge round of applause for Rosa Valkyne," the announcer said, gesturing to Rosa. The crowd clapped as Rosa waved to them. She pushed the wrinkles out of her cerulean dress and smiled.
"Thank you, thank you," Rosa said with a chuckle. The announcer waved his hands and hushed down the crowd.
"From what this crowd's seen, you would have never known Rosa ever had to go through that mean phase of hers," Isabella remarked from backstage.
"Yeah, she's real good at controlling the masses, mon," Larissa laughed, twirling her knife.
"So, Rosa, first thing's first," the announer began, "why the change in hair color? We hardly recognized you without that-"
"Ap bup bup," Rosa interrupted, "Don't mention that color phrase. That was the old Rosa."
"The old Rosa?" the announcer asked, "What happened to her?"
"Well, to put it simply," Rosa said calmly, "she was freed."
"Freed you say?" the announcer asked, curious, "Freed from what?"
"Oh, you know, the usual stuff that holds people down: life, money, abusive parents, disasters, enemies, etc. That was and is all behind me now," Rosa said with a smile. The crowd cheered until the announcer quieted them down.
"Amazing, but well," the announcer began, "people don't usually just get freed by themselves. Who or what freed you?"
"My friends," Rosa said, making the crowd go "awwww."
"Your friends? You mean your band mates?"
"Yes, as well as two others who aren't members of the band," Rosa said proudly, "Their names are Isabella Gouss and Naomi Forbes."
"Well, ain't that sweet, mon? She acknowledge you," Larissa chuckled.
"Yeah, it is," Isabella said, smiling, "Rosa's certianly come out of her shell."
"Oh, hey," Gisella said, joining Isabella and Larissa backstage, "I got my interview date scheduled. What did I miss?"
"Turns out that Rosa considers me and Naomi her friends along with you two," Isabella recapped.
"Aww, that's nice," Gisella said, turning to watch Rosa on the TV.
"Isabella Gouss. Isn't she the CEO of the national company, I-AID?" the announcer asked, though he already knew the answer to that question, "Is her late sister the only relation to the band?"
"No, actually," Rosa replied, "She spends a lot of her free time with us and is the camerawoman for our videos."
"Really? That is impressive. Not just anyone can work a camera like in those videos of yours. Isn't that right folks?" the announcer asked, this time to the crowd. They cheered until he quieted them down. "So, are the rumors true? Is Gisella out of the hospital?"
"Yes, and we're so glad to have her back. Finally, the Bad Good Girls are reunited together."
May 9, 2012
"Ladies and gentlemen, back from the clutches of death itself, Gisella Rumanti," the announcer shouted, making the crowd cheer and applaud excitedly. Gisella came on stage, wearing her usual soccer jersey and Ivanna's jacket. She took a seat on the left couch like Larissa and Rosa had done before her a few days ago. The announcer calmly settled the crowd before turning to face Gisella. "So, Gisella, welcome back to the land of the living."
"Thanks. It's good to be back," Gisella replied, leaning back into the couch. She propped her bad leg up on the coffee table and smiled.
"Mind telling us what you had that caused you to be in the hospital for so long?"
"It was just a respiratory infection. Honestly, I was only out for so long because I kind of failed to take my sickness more serious," Gisella answered.
"Well, now we all know not ignore something like that," the annoucer chuckled. Gisella chuckled with him. "Now, we've seen you before and now after you've been in the hospital. That leg brace of yours has been on your since you first recorded your first song, 'Bring on the Band' and perhaps even before then. Tell us, how did you get that brace and is it coming off any time soon?"
"Well, I can answer the latter question with a solid 'no,'" Gisella replied, rubbing her brace.
"That bad, huh? Just what happened?"
"It all started about four years ago," Gisella began, "I was the star of my high school soccer team. My goals were amazing, and my teammates were just as skilled. Together, we nearly unbeatable. We had some losses here and there, but we always managed to make a close game. However, my incident happened at the championship match against the Provo Pumas.
"'Pass the ball this way,' yelled one of my teammates to another, running down the field. The score was 33-33, the ball was in our team's possession, and our team was getting too tired to go into overtime. Another teammate kicked the ball towards the goal, but one of the opposition deflected it away. Their goalie kicked the ball towards their number 7, but I ran to intercept.
"The ball was in the air with number 7 coming towards the ball. Instinctively, I leaped up into the air and kicked the ball back towards the goal, scoring the winning point for our team. As I came down from my kick, number 7 was still running towards me, trying to stop. He tripped over my other leg as I came down, landing on my now bad leg.
"An earsplitting crack echoed through the stadium along with my cries of anguish. The crowd hushed as they all tried to see what just happened. I remember my vision started to fade out as I screamed in pain. The sound of people clammoring started to fill my ears as a person cried out for someone to call 911. My last image was my teammates rushing over to me, and then I passed out. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital with a large cast on my leg and being told I would never be able to play soccer again." Gisella let a tear roll down her cheek as she finished her story.
May 14, 2012
"Man, it feels like forever since I've been here," Gisella said with a stretch. She held her bass guitar case in her left hand as she walked along side Rosa and Larissa.
"I know, mon," Larissa said with a smile, "You got the Band Pass?"
"Of course," Gisella said, patting Ivanna's jacket, "Right in here."
"I'm just glad we have you back for the semifinals," Rosa said, holding her guitar on her right, "It would have been really awkward if you weren't here for an amp vs amp."
"I bet," Gisella said, approaching the building. Larissa quickly dashed ahead with Rosa following behind, followed by Gisella.
"Oh come on!" Rosa exclaimed, "It's mid-May. You can't still be that cold!"
"Are you kidding me, mon?" Larissa said with a shiver, "Have you felt this wind chill?"
"How do you even manage to go through the year if the only months you can stand are all only summer?" Rosa asked with a sigh.
"A lot of jackets and complaining," Gisella said with a chuckle as she caught up with the two of them. Larissa stuck her tongue out at the two of them and twirled her drum sticks.
"There's a lot of people here," Rosa said, a little nervous.
"Yeah," Gisella said, "I can only imagine how many will be here for the finals." Rosa shuddered at the thought.
"I wonder which amp vs amp is first, mon," Larissa said, looking around for some sort of notification.
"I don't think it's us," Rosa said, listening closely, "Sounds like the Dead Rights music playing from the stage area."
"Well, that's a good enough reason to get ready, mon," Larissa said, pushing Gisella and Rosa towards the backstage.
"Hey, easy," Gisella said, trying to keep pace with Larissa, "Watch the jacket." Rosa and Gisella sighed as the security guard stopped the three of them.
"Halt. Do you have your Band Pass?" the guard asked.
"Come on, you should know us by now, mon," Larissa exclaimed.
"Sorry, but I need to see your Band Pass to let you pass," the guard said firmly, not budging.
"Is this going to be a reoccuring thing with you, Larissa?" Gisella asked, pulling the Band Pass out of Ivanna's jacket.
"Perhaps, mon," Larissa chuckled as the three girls made their way backstage. The music from the stage echoed softly in the back, making Gisella shudder.
"Ugh, I can't stand Tyrell," Gisella exclaimed, putting her bass guitar case along the wall.
"He's just so different than when I was dating him," Rosa said, tuning her guitar, "He was kind, sweet, caring. Now he's just a complete jerk who doesn't care about anyone else."
"Don't you worry, mon. We're going to take him down," Larissa said, twirling her drum sticks.
"And the winner is," the announcer began after some time had passed. The crowd was hushed while the three girls backstage were softly chanting for the other team. "Dead Rights!" The crowd cheered as the three girls sighed. "Up next, we have the Bad Good Girls and Cody Albright going head to head."
The three girls grabbed their instruments and went to take their place when they passed by the Dead Rights. "Best of luck," Tyrell said in a calm, but menacing voice, "Break a leg." Gisella felt her face get flustered, but held herself back. Tyrell chuckled as the Dead Rights walked back to their green room.
"That's it," Rosa said as they came on stage, "we're taking him down in the finals."
Larissa and Gisella nodded in agreement as Gisella grabbed the microphone before her. "We are the Bad Good Girls, and here's our new song, 'Run to the Top!'"