November 17, 2011
"There's only 128 bands left in the Battle of the Band Extravaganza!" shouted the announcer from on the TV, "For this round, we have something special." The crowd observing the stage that the announcer stood on slowly quieted down. As soon as they quieted down, all the lights turned off, except the one that was shown on the announcer. "Now, as you are all aware, it's coming down to the end of the year. The time of hot chocolate, sending fits, and snow day fun are upon us."
"Snow day fun, my arse, mon," Larissa said, wrapping her arms around herself and huddling into a ball. Gisella chuckled and the two of them kept quiet for what the announcer had to say next.
"So, in honor of the winter season beginning, all the current bands will have to make a winter themed song!" The crowd applauded as lights came onto the stage in the shape of giant snowflakes. "Any band that fails to make a winter based song will be disqualified from the competition. We wish all bands good luck in the next round!" With that, music played as the scene transitioned to a title card, then the broadcast ended.
"A song about winter, mon? How about 'Frozen Nightmare.'" Larissa said, shivering from the thought of snow, "I hate winter so much."
"I know you do, Larissa," Gisella said, turning off her TV, "Guess we better call Rosa and let her know about the requirement for this round."
"Ugh, you're actually serious about adding her to group, mon," Larissa said with disgust.
"You think I wasn't?" Gisella asked, turning to Larissa.
"I still don't get why we need that princess in our band, mon," Larissa said, standing up and stretching, "She's not that good and she's been a jerk to us for years now. Why do you want to be nice to her all of the sudden?"
"Rosa has a lot more to her than it first seems," Gisella replied, "Believe me, Larissa."
"I wish I could, mon," Larissa said, heading towards the door.
"You're leaving just because of that?" Gisella asked, a little concerned.
"No, mon," Larissa laughed, "I have to go to work."
"Oh, right." Gisella chuckled and scratched the back of her head.
"Did you forget already, mon?" Larissa asked, placing the back of her hand on Gisella's forehead, "Strange, you feel a little warm."
"I'm fine, Larissa," Gisella said, brushing Larissa's hand away, "There's no need to worry."
Larissa shrugged and walked over to the small coat room in Gisella's hallways. Larissa took and zipped up her navy blue jacket. "Alright, if you insist, mon." With that, Larissa left our of Gisella's large wooden oak front door.
Gisella sighed and leaned back into her couch. Her plain white ceilings contrasted themselves against the vivid orange walls of her living room. The silence of her empty house echoed through the halls and rooms as Gisella thought to herself.
One way or another, I'll get Larissa to accept Rosa as her friend. Gisella sighed again. And there's no way I can get sick now. Everyone's counting on me...
November 24, 2011
"Well, I think that we should do a song based on Christmas," said the woman with the light cherry blonde hair.
"I wouldn't," Naomi said, drinking some of her Caribbean Splash, "There's already enough songs about Christmas."
"Yeah, that's why I said we should do a song about winter in general," Gisella said, "What do you think, Larissa?"
Larissa looked at Gisella while she twirled her knife. Larissa spun it around and kissed the spine of the blade. "Don't ask me, mon. I hate the cold and anything related to it."
"You hate Christmas?" Naomi asked with a puppy dog face.
"Well, no, mon," Larissa replied, "That's related more to the warm feeling of family and presents than the cold bitter snow." Larissa smiled, but she didn't keep up the mask for long. She merely frowned and looked down at her grill.
Naomi looked down at her glass, avoiding eye contact with Larissa. "Sorry for bringing that up."
"It's alright, mon."
Rosa was about to ask about what was wrong, but Gisella shook her head. "So, looks like just you and I to write the song." Rosa pointed to Gisella and Gisella nodded back.
"Alright then, mon. Isabella and I will work on some sheet music," Larissa said, still giving a semi-glare at Rosa.
"Good, we'll meet up once we have both parts completed and then tweak each part to better fit the other. Sound like a game plan, girls?" Gisella asked, smiling. The other girls all nodded in agreement. "Good. Eyes on the prize, girls. Remember what our goal is."
Larissa twirled her knife and stabbed it into a slab of steak she had on the grill. "Our goal is to take down Tyrell and the Dead Rights, mon."
"Whoo!" Naomi cheered, "It was so horrible what Tyrell did you both of you girls! He deserves to be taught a lesson!"
"How did you know about what happened?" Gisella asked.
"Larissa told me," Naomi said. Gisella nodded, but Rosa kept quiet.
"Wow, the princess is quiet for once, mon," Larissa taunted, making Rosa's face flustered.
"Excuse me," Rosa said, annoyed, "but I was trying to think of lyrics for the song." Rosa spoke with conviction, but she also stammered as she talked.
"Oh, I'm sure you were, mon," Larissa laughed. She twirled her knife again and kissed the spine of the blade.
"Is that even sanitary?" Rosa asked. Larissa laughed and ignored the question. She began to chop up onions and sprinkle them on the steak as it began to brown. Rosa sighed and turned to Gisella. "So, I still think we should do a Christmas song."
"And I still say that there are already too many Christmas songs," Naomi said.
"Well, if we don't do a Christmas song, what would we do a song about? Snow?" Rosa replied.
"You know, Rosa," Gisella said, "That's not actually too bad of an idea."
December 2, 2011
"This is yours!?" Gisella asked, surprised.
"Well, not exactly," said the woman with the light cherry blonde hair, walking up her driveway, "It's my parent's house."
"That's not a house, that's a freakin' mansion!" Gisella exclaimed.
The large pale marble structure stood before them, forboding and shimmering from the sunlight. It contrasted itself against the vivid blue sky, which was clear with no clouds or birds. Rosa's lawn was coated in a fine and thick layer of snow from a recent snow fall that fell three days ago. There were a few people outside shoveling the snow onto piles and two other people using a snow blower. A large fountain sat in the center of the driveway, but the water wasn't flowing, frozen solid from the chill. Surrounding the fountain was the rest of the driveway where a large crimson car sat buried under the snow, bits and parts of it peeking out.
The two of them walked up to the front doors of the mansion. The other workers all quickly bowed to Rosa as she walked near them, then resumed their work. Rosa held her lanyard up to an electronic scanner and the doors opened. They walked inside and Rosa shed her outside winter wear. Gisella took off her boots, but kept her jacket on.
"You know we're inside, right?" Rosa asked, looking at Gisella.
"I know," Gisella replied, looking around the expansive mansion.
"If you know, then why do you still have that thing on?" Rosa asked, pointing to Ivanna's jacket.
"This is Ivanna's jacket," Gisella replied, "I wear it in her honor." Gisella looked down at the ground. "It would be wrong of me to shed this jacket if not neccessary."
"Fine then, suit yourself," Rosa said, starting to walk off. Gisella quickly followed after her.
The inside of Rosa's mansion was just as, if not more, lavish and extravagant than the outside. Marble columns stretched from the floor to the ceiling on both sides of a grand staircase. Between the columns was a suit of armor between each of the columns. The stairs were polished white granite that lead to the upper floors of the mansion. On the walls sat various paintings, some of people Gisella didn't recognize, and others were of beautiful landscapes that were done so beautifully, it was like looking into a window. The floors themselves were beautiful bronze tiles with intricate designs melted into them. From the ceiling hung a massive chandelier with about a hundred glass crystals dangling from the ends. Rosa walked up the stairs and Gisella followed, hearing her footsteps echo through the mansion.
"Are your parents even home?" Gisella asked, a bit nervous by the quiet atmosphere.
"Somewhere," Rosa said. "Not that they really care," she muttered under her breath.
December 5, 2011
"So, how's this beat sound to you, mon?" Larissa asked, beginning to drum a tune on her drums.
Naomi nodded to the beat and gently swayed along before she replied, "It sounds great, Larissa."
"Thanks, mon," Larissa said after she had finished her part, "Sadly, I don't know much about the guitar or the bass guitar, so I can't really do too much for Gisella or the princess's part."
"I've been meaning to ask, but," Naomi began, "What started the hatred of the light cherry blonde hair girl? I don't think this stems just from Rosa dating Tyrell at the same time as Gisella."
Larissa twirled her drum sticks and leaned back against her wall. She sighed and looked at Naomi. "It all started a few years ago, mon. I was a freshman at Globellum U when I met that light cherry blonde hair gal.
"She came to the Five Point Dine one day while I was working. I don't quite recall what day in particular it was. Anyways, she approached me and took a seat at the counter of my grill. I believe she was wearing a purple t-shirt with navy blue jeans. On her right shoulder was a tan purse and her hair was up in a pony tail. I had never seen her before, so I treated her then like I would have any other customer at the time.
"'Welcome to Five Point Dine, mon. I'll be your chef for today. You book it and I cook it for yah, mon,' I said to her, twirling my knife. I had a few bandages on my arm from some failed attempts while twirling my knife, but thankfully, my outfit managed to cover most of them.
"'So, what does this establishment serve?' she asked, a little snooty and curious.
"'Depends on what you want, mon,' I replied to her, 'We have a wide arrange of meats and vegetables. We got some fruit I can prepare for you if that please you. You name the dish, and I'm sure I can serve you up something real close to the real thing, mon. What's suiting your fancy?'
"'Do you have any caviar or fresh lobster?' Rosa asked, inspecting the counter and bar stools.
"'Well, aren't you just lucky today, mon,' I said, 'We just got a fresh shipment of Californian spiny lobsters.'
"'Alright, one of them. Make it good, or no payment for you,' she ordered. She sat down on the bar stool while I went to the back room to get a lobster.
"'Don't you worry, mon. There ain't no one in the world who dislikes my cooking,' I replied.
"'I'll be the judge of that,' she said back to me. Back then, Rosa wasn't as snooty or as much of a jerk as she is now. I returned with a giant pot of water and a lobster in one hand and my knife in the other. I set the pot on the grill and turned the heat up.
"'Hey, watch the face, mon!' I yelled to the lobster, who had tried to chop my nose off. I slammed it onto the grill and tried to smother it, but I stopped when Rosa gave me a strange look. 'Heh, sorry there, mon.' She rolled her eyes at me and pulled out her phone. She started texting, her fingers flying a mile a minute. 'Quite the fancy device you got there.'
"'It's the lastest model. Don't be getting your lobster covered hands near it,' she said, covering her phone.
"'Believe me, I don't plan on it, mon,' I replied.
"'What? Is it not good enough for you? Is that it?' she asked defensively.
"'What? I never said anything like that, mon!' I exclaimed.
"'You're lucky I don't get my dad to sue you!' she threatened and started to walk off.
"'Hey, what about your lobster, mon?' I yelled to her, but she kept walking.
"'That's your problem. I didn't eat anything, so I don't have to pay for anything!' With that, she walked out of the building, leaving me with a nearly boiling pot of water and a strangled lobster. Ever since then, she's just been a complete arse to me. She only started mean to Gisella and Ivanna once she learned they were my friends."
December 14, 2011
"Is it just me, or did it somehow get even colder, mon?" Larissa managed to make out between her chattering teeth. She clutched her giant winter jacket tighter and shivered as she walked.
"How are you bothered by this?" asked the girl with the light cherry blonde hair. She walked along the other side Gisella with only a light summer jacket on. To her side was a guitar carrying case plastered with stickers from countries around the world.
"How are you NOT bothered by this?" Gisella exclaimed, clutching Ivanna' jacket tighter. Fierce winds blew in their faces as the snow pelted them, stinging both Gisella and Larissa's faces.
"That's because a proper lady isn't bothered by happens around her and retains her dignity and poise," Rosa replied, not even flinching from the frozen water barage at her face.
"More like a proper b-"
"Larissa! Be nice!" Larissa was mumbling something under her breath, but Gisella quickly cut her off, "It's a few day away from Christmas, can't we atleast start to get along?"
"Well it's not Christmas yet, mon," Larissa replied, quickly hurrying into the music hall. Gisella and Rosa quickly followed after her. They found Larissa once again stopped by the security guard. "Come on, mon! Don't you remember me from the previous time?"
"Sorry, I still need to see your Band Pass," the security guard stated, not budging an inch from the door. Larissa looked like she was ready to charge at the guard when Gisella quickly approached the two of them.
"Here you are, sir," Gisella said, showing their Band Pass. The security guard nodded and let the three of them through.
"Tsk, I could have gotten through anyways, mon," Larissa said, crossing her arms firmly.
"Well, how about we try to not be arrested, amazon?" Rosa said in a huff. Larissa's face got flustered, but she didn't say anything.
"Come on, be nice, both of you," Gisella said firmly. Rosa looked at Larissa and Larissa looked at Rosa. The two of them both huffed and turned their backs to each other. "Ugh, this seems hopeless."
"Bad Good Girls," said another security guard, "You are one first. Please report to the stage area." The girls nodded and set their cases in their green room. Gisella tuned her bass guitar while Rosa peeked out onto the currently empty stage. Her guitar was already strapped to her back, but she gulped and turned back to Gisella and Larissa.
"So, we're really doing this?" Rosa stammered. Her eyes darted around nervously, looking from the walls to Gisella and Larissa to the ceiling.
"What's the matter, princess, mon?" Larissa asked, twirling her drum sticks and taking her seat at the drums, "You got a little stage fright?"
"What?" Rosa stammered, "Of course not. I just meant about...uh...me being part of the band. I mean, what's everyone going to think when they see me instead of Ivanna. They might disqualify us."
"Don't worry. Isabella talked to the announcer and checked the rules. We're allowed to make swaps in the members," Gisella said, listening as the announcer began to start the Amp vs Amp battle.
"Oh, that's great," Rosa said nervously, taking her place behind Gisella, but in front of Larissa, "Just great." The platform spun around like before, bringing the girls to the stage.
"To my left, we have the Nighttime Swingers, the blues band from Salt Lake City." The announcer gestured to a band whose members were wearing blue clothing of all different shades. Some of them had brass instruments while others had guitars. There was about six members that made up the Nighttime Swingers. "On my right, we have the Bad Good Girls!" The crowd cheered as the announcer gestured to them. "Now, as I'm sure most of you are aware, their previous guitarist, Ivanna Gouss, has passed away. In her place is the lovely Rosa Valkyne." As the announcer said her name, the spot light moved onto her. Rosa blushed and looked even more nervous.
"So, we're the Nighttime Swingers," said the lead vocals, wearing a large blue grey fedora and sunglasses, "and our song for all you people out there in the crowd and behind the TVs is 'Blue Eggnog Fever.'"
"And we're the Bad Good Girls," Gisella said, grabbing the microphone in front of her, "and here's our song, 'Snow Day.'"
"There's only 128 bands left in the Battle of the Band Extravaganza!" shouted the announcer from on the TV, "For this round, we have something special." The crowd observing the stage that the announcer stood on slowly quieted down. As soon as they quieted down, all the lights turned off, except the one that was shown on the announcer. "Now, as you are all aware, it's coming down to the end of the year. The time of hot chocolate, sending fits, and snow day fun are upon us."
"Snow day fun, my arse, mon," Larissa said, wrapping her arms around herself and huddling into a ball. Gisella chuckled and the two of them kept quiet for what the announcer had to say next.
"So, in honor of the winter season beginning, all the current bands will have to make a winter themed song!" The crowd applauded as lights came onto the stage in the shape of giant snowflakes. "Any band that fails to make a winter based song will be disqualified from the competition. We wish all bands good luck in the next round!" With that, music played as the scene transitioned to a title card, then the broadcast ended.
"A song about winter, mon? How about 'Frozen Nightmare.'" Larissa said, shivering from the thought of snow, "I hate winter so much."
"I know you do, Larissa," Gisella said, turning off her TV, "Guess we better call Rosa and let her know about the requirement for this round."
"Ugh, you're actually serious about adding her to group, mon," Larissa said with disgust.
"You think I wasn't?" Gisella asked, turning to Larissa.
"I still don't get why we need that princess in our band, mon," Larissa said, standing up and stretching, "She's not that good and she's been a jerk to us for years now. Why do you want to be nice to her all of the sudden?"
"Rosa has a lot more to her than it first seems," Gisella replied, "Believe me, Larissa."
"I wish I could, mon," Larissa said, heading towards the door.
"You're leaving just because of that?" Gisella asked, a little concerned.
"No, mon," Larissa laughed, "I have to go to work."
"Oh, right." Gisella chuckled and scratched the back of her head.
"Did you forget already, mon?" Larissa asked, placing the back of her hand on Gisella's forehead, "Strange, you feel a little warm."
"I'm fine, Larissa," Gisella said, brushing Larissa's hand away, "There's no need to worry."
Larissa shrugged and walked over to the small coat room in Gisella's hallways. Larissa took and zipped up her navy blue jacket. "Alright, if you insist, mon." With that, Larissa left our of Gisella's large wooden oak front door.
Gisella sighed and leaned back into her couch. Her plain white ceilings contrasted themselves against the vivid orange walls of her living room. The silence of her empty house echoed through the halls and rooms as Gisella thought to herself.
One way or another, I'll get Larissa to accept Rosa as her friend. Gisella sighed again. And there's no way I can get sick now. Everyone's counting on me...
November 24, 2011
"Well, I think that we should do a song based on Christmas," said the woman with the light cherry blonde hair.
"I wouldn't," Naomi said, drinking some of her Caribbean Splash, "There's already enough songs about Christmas."
"Yeah, that's why I said we should do a song about winter in general," Gisella said, "What do you think, Larissa?"
Larissa looked at Gisella while she twirled her knife. Larissa spun it around and kissed the spine of the blade. "Don't ask me, mon. I hate the cold and anything related to it."
"You hate Christmas?" Naomi asked with a puppy dog face.
"Well, no, mon," Larissa replied, "That's related more to the warm feeling of family and presents than the cold bitter snow." Larissa smiled, but she didn't keep up the mask for long. She merely frowned and looked down at her grill.
Naomi looked down at her glass, avoiding eye contact with Larissa. "Sorry for bringing that up."
"It's alright, mon."
Rosa was about to ask about what was wrong, but Gisella shook her head. "So, looks like just you and I to write the song." Rosa pointed to Gisella and Gisella nodded back.
"Alright then, mon. Isabella and I will work on some sheet music," Larissa said, still giving a semi-glare at Rosa.
"Good, we'll meet up once we have both parts completed and then tweak each part to better fit the other. Sound like a game plan, girls?" Gisella asked, smiling. The other girls all nodded in agreement. "Good. Eyes on the prize, girls. Remember what our goal is."
Larissa twirled her knife and stabbed it into a slab of steak she had on the grill. "Our goal is to take down Tyrell and the Dead Rights, mon."
"Whoo!" Naomi cheered, "It was so horrible what Tyrell did you both of you girls! He deserves to be taught a lesson!"
"How did you know about what happened?" Gisella asked.
"Larissa told me," Naomi said. Gisella nodded, but Rosa kept quiet.
"Wow, the princess is quiet for once, mon," Larissa taunted, making Rosa's face flustered.
"Excuse me," Rosa said, annoyed, "but I was trying to think of lyrics for the song." Rosa spoke with conviction, but she also stammered as she talked.
"Oh, I'm sure you were, mon," Larissa laughed. She twirled her knife again and kissed the spine of the blade.
"Is that even sanitary?" Rosa asked. Larissa laughed and ignored the question. She began to chop up onions and sprinkle them on the steak as it began to brown. Rosa sighed and turned to Gisella. "So, I still think we should do a Christmas song."
"And I still say that there are already too many Christmas songs," Naomi said.
"Well, if we don't do a Christmas song, what would we do a song about? Snow?" Rosa replied.
"You know, Rosa," Gisella said, "That's not actually too bad of an idea."
December 2, 2011
"This is yours!?" Gisella asked, surprised.
"Well, not exactly," said the woman with the light cherry blonde hair, walking up her driveway, "It's my parent's house."
"That's not a house, that's a freakin' mansion!" Gisella exclaimed.
The large pale marble structure stood before them, forboding and shimmering from the sunlight. It contrasted itself against the vivid blue sky, which was clear with no clouds or birds. Rosa's lawn was coated in a fine and thick layer of snow from a recent snow fall that fell three days ago. There were a few people outside shoveling the snow onto piles and two other people using a snow blower. A large fountain sat in the center of the driveway, but the water wasn't flowing, frozen solid from the chill. Surrounding the fountain was the rest of the driveway where a large crimson car sat buried under the snow, bits and parts of it peeking out.
The two of them walked up to the front doors of the mansion. The other workers all quickly bowed to Rosa as she walked near them, then resumed their work. Rosa held her lanyard up to an electronic scanner and the doors opened. They walked inside and Rosa shed her outside winter wear. Gisella took off her boots, but kept her jacket on.
"You know we're inside, right?" Rosa asked, looking at Gisella.
"I know," Gisella replied, looking around the expansive mansion.
"If you know, then why do you still have that thing on?" Rosa asked, pointing to Ivanna's jacket.
"This is Ivanna's jacket," Gisella replied, "I wear it in her honor." Gisella looked down at the ground. "It would be wrong of me to shed this jacket if not neccessary."
"Fine then, suit yourself," Rosa said, starting to walk off. Gisella quickly followed after her.
The inside of Rosa's mansion was just as, if not more, lavish and extravagant than the outside. Marble columns stretched from the floor to the ceiling on both sides of a grand staircase. Between the columns was a suit of armor between each of the columns. The stairs were polished white granite that lead to the upper floors of the mansion. On the walls sat various paintings, some of people Gisella didn't recognize, and others were of beautiful landscapes that were done so beautifully, it was like looking into a window. The floors themselves were beautiful bronze tiles with intricate designs melted into them. From the ceiling hung a massive chandelier with about a hundred glass crystals dangling from the ends. Rosa walked up the stairs and Gisella followed, hearing her footsteps echo through the mansion.
"Are your parents even home?" Gisella asked, a bit nervous by the quiet atmosphere.
"Somewhere," Rosa said. "Not that they really care," she muttered under her breath.
December 5, 2011
"So, how's this beat sound to you, mon?" Larissa asked, beginning to drum a tune on her drums.
Naomi nodded to the beat and gently swayed along before she replied, "It sounds great, Larissa."
"Thanks, mon," Larissa said after she had finished her part, "Sadly, I don't know much about the guitar or the bass guitar, so I can't really do too much for Gisella or the princess's part."
"I've been meaning to ask, but," Naomi began, "What started the hatred of the light cherry blonde hair girl? I don't think this stems just from Rosa dating Tyrell at the same time as Gisella."
Larissa twirled her drum sticks and leaned back against her wall. She sighed and looked at Naomi. "It all started a few years ago, mon. I was a freshman at Globellum U when I met that light cherry blonde hair gal.
"She came to the Five Point Dine one day while I was working. I don't quite recall what day in particular it was. Anyways, she approached me and took a seat at the counter of my grill. I believe she was wearing a purple t-shirt with navy blue jeans. On her right shoulder was a tan purse and her hair was up in a pony tail. I had never seen her before, so I treated her then like I would have any other customer at the time.
"'Welcome to Five Point Dine, mon. I'll be your chef for today. You book it and I cook it for yah, mon,' I said to her, twirling my knife. I had a few bandages on my arm from some failed attempts while twirling my knife, but thankfully, my outfit managed to cover most of them.
"'So, what does this establishment serve?' she asked, a little snooty and curious.
"'Depends on what you want, mon,' I replied to her, 'We have a wide arrange of meats and vegetables. We got some fruit I can prepare for you if that please you. You name the dish, and I'm sure I can serve you up something real close to the real thing, mon. What's suiting your fancy?'
"'Do you have any caviar or fresh lobster?' Rosa asked, inspecting the counter and bar stools.
"'Well, aren't you just lucky today, mon,' I said, 'We just got a fresh shipment of Californian spiny lobsters.'
"'Alright, one of them. Make it good, or no payment for you,' she ordered. She sat down on the bar stool while I went to the back room to get a lobster.
"'Don't you worry, mon. There ain't no one in the world who dislikes my cooking,' I replied.
"'I'll be the judge of that,' she said back to me. Back then, Rosa wasn't as snooty or as much of a jerk as she is now. I returned with a giant pot of water and a lobster in one hand and my knife in the other. I set the pot on the grill and turned the heat up.
"'Hey, watch the face, mon!' I yelled to the lobster, who had tried to chop my nose off. I slammed it onto the grill and tried to smother it, but I stopped when Rosa gave me a strange look. 'Heh, sorry there, mon.' She rolled her eyes at me and pulled out her phone. She started texting, her fingers flying a mile a minute. 'Quite the fancy device you got there.'
"'It's the lastest model. Don't be getting your lobster covered hands near it,' she said, covering her phone.
"'Believe me, I don't plan on it, mon,' I replied.
"'What? Is it not good enough for you? Is that it?' she asked defensively.
"'What? I never said anything like that, mon!' I exclaimed.
"'You're lucky I don't get my dad to sue you!' she threatened and started to walk off.
"'Hey, what about your lobster, mon?' I yelled to her, but she kept walking.
"'That's your problem. I didn't eat anything, so I don't have to pay for anything!' With that, she walked out of the building, leaving me with a nearly boiling pot of water and a strangled lobster. Ever since then, she's just been a complete arse to me. She only started mean to Gisella and Ivanna once she learned they were my friends."
December 14, 2011
"Is it just me, or did it somehow get even colder, mon?" Larissa managed to make out between her chattering teeth. She clutched her giant winter jacket tighter and shivered as she walked.
"How are you bothered by this?" asked the girl with the light cherry blonde hair. She walked along the other side Gisella with only a light summer jacket on. To her side was a guitar carrying case plastered with stickers from countries around the world.
"How are you NOT bothered by this?" Gisella exclaimed, clutching Ivanna' jacket tighter. Fierce winds blew in their faces as the snow pelted them, stinging both Gisella and Larissa's faces.
"That's because a proper lady isn't bothered by happens around her and retains her dignity and poise," Rosa replied, not even flinching from the frozen water barage at her face.
"More like a proper b-"
"Larissa! Be nice!" Larissa was mumbling something under her breath, but Gisella quickly cut her off, "It's a few day away from Christmas, can't we atleast start to get along?"
"Well it's not Christmas yet, mon," Larissa replied, quickly hurrying into the music hall. Gisella and Rosa quickly followed after her. They found Larissa once again stopped by the security guard. "Come on, mon! Don't you remember me from the previous time?"
"Sorry, I still need to see your Band Pass," the security guard stated, not budging an inch from the door. Larissa looked like she was ready to charge at the guard when Gisella quickly approached the two of them.
"Here you are, sir," Gisella said, showing their Band Pass. The security guard nodded and let the three of them through.
"Tsk, I could have gotten through anyways, mon," Larissa said, crossing her arms firmly.
"Well, how about we try to not be arrested, amazon?" Rosa said in a huff. Larissa's face got flustered, but she didn't say anything.
"Come on, be nice, both of you," Gisella said firmly. Rosa looked at Larissa and Larissa looked at Rosa. The two of them both huffed and turned their backs to each other. "Ugh, this seems hopeless."
"Bad Good Girls," said another security guard, "You are one first. Please report to the stage area." The girls nodded and set their cases in their green room. Gisella tuned her bass guitar while Rosa peeked out onto the currently empty stage. Her guitar was already strapped to her back, but she gulped and turned back to Gisella and Larissa.
"So, we're really doing this?" Rosa stammered. Her eyes darted around nervously, looking from the walls to Gisella and Larissa to the ceiling.
"What's the matter, princess, mon?" Larissa asked, twirling her drum sticks and taking her seat at the drums, "You got a little stage fright?"
"What?" Rosa stammered, "Of course not. I just meant about...uh...me being part of the band. I mean, what's everyone going to think when they see me instead of Ivanna. They might disqualify us."
"Don't worry. Isabella talked to the announcer and checked the rules. We're allowed to make swaps in the members," Gisella said, listening as the announcer began to start the Amp vs Amp battle.
"Oh, that's great," Rosa said nervously, taking her place behind Gisella, but in front of Larissa, "Just great." The platform spun around like before, bringing the girls to the stage.
"To my left, we have the Nighttime Swingers, the blues band from Salt Lake City." The announcer gestured to a band whose members were wearing blue clothing of all different shades. Some of them had brass instruments while others had guitars. There was about six members that made up the Nighttime Swingers. "On my right, we have the Bad Good Girls!" The crowd cheered as the announcer gestured to them. "Now, as I'm sure most of you are aware, their previous guitarist, Ivanna Gouss, has passed away. In her place is the lovely Rosa Valkyne." As the announcer said her name, the spot light moved onto her. Rosa blushed and looked even more nervous.
"So, we're the Nighttime Swingers," said the lead vocals, wearing a large blue grey fedora and sunglasses, "and our song for all you people out there in the crowd and behind the TVs is 'Blue Eggnog Fever.'"
"And we're the Bad Good Girls," Gisella said, grabbing the microphone in front of her, "and here's our song, 'Snow Day.'"