Unwritten // Julie and the Phantoms (Reggie Peters)

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[Wake Up]

Hollywood - July 22, 1995

Odette smiled as she watched Sunset Curve play their song.

Reggie caught her eye and smiled and she returned his smile.

She'd always loved watching the band perform, and being a friend of the band certainly had its perks.

"Whoo!" a girl cheered. "Excellent!"

"Sounds great, guys!" a guy complimented.

"Whoo!" another girl cheered.

"Yeah!"

The band members laughed before Reggie said, "Thank you! We're Sunset Curve!"

"Too bad we wasted that on the soundcheck," Bobby stated. "That was the tightest we've ever played!" He and Luke bumped elbows.

Luke turned to face the front. "Wait until tonight, man, when this place gets packed with record execs."

Odette ran on stage to join the boys as Reggie said, "Alex, you were smoking."

"Oh no," Alex replied. "I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire. Even Odette's cheering was on fire. And Reggie, we all saw the looks you were giving her."

"Shut up. Could you just own your awesomeness for once?" He held up a finger, causing Odette to giggle.

"Huh? All right, I was killing it."

Luke chuckled and shook Alex's shoulders.

Odette grinned. "You were all killing it. Well done, boys."

"Okay, well, I'm thinking we fuel up before the show. I'm thinking street dogs."

"Ooh!" Reggie said.

"Yes," Alex agreed.

The five jumped off the stage and Bobby and Odette started walking off.

"Hey, Bobby, Odette, where you two going?" Luke asked.

"I'm good," Bobby told him, walking up to a girl cleaning a table. "I could never hurt an animal."

Odette offered a small smile. "It's late. My parents want me back home. But I'll be sure to come for the concert. See you in a couple hours, boys!"

"You guys are really good," the girl complimented.

"Thank you," Luke replied.

"I see a lot of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it."

"That's what we do this for." He clapped Bobby's shoulder. "I'm Luke, by the way."

"Hi, I'm Reggie," Reggie said.

"Alex," the blond introduced.

"Bobby," Bobby stated.

Odette raised her hand. "Odette. Not in the band, but a friend."

The girl smiled while Luke stuck his finger in his mouth before sticking it in Bobby's ear. "Nice meeting you guys. I'm Rose."

Reggie pulled out a CD. "Oh, uh... here's our demo. And a T-shirt. Size beautiful."

Alex let out a groan and Odette rolled her eyes.

Rose held the T-shirt up to herself. "Thanks." She shouldered the T-shirt. "I'll make sure not to wipe the tables down with this one."

"Oh, good call," Alex said. "Whenever they get wet, they just kinda fall apart in your hands."

Bobby turned to his bandmates. "Don't you guys have to go get hot dogs?" He turned to Odette. "Don't you have to get home?"

Odette stepped closer to Rose before saying, "Yeah, he had a hamburger for lunch."

Reggie smiled and swatted Bobby's shoulder in a friendly manner. He blew a kiss to Odette and followed Luke out. Alex followed shortly after.

Odette waved and walked out to her car.

As the three boys exited the building, Luke said, "That's what I'm talking about!"

Reggie chuckled and Alex asked, "The smell of Sunset Boulevard?"

"No." He chuckled. "It's what that girl said in there tonight and what Odette always says. About our music, all right? It's like an energy. It connects us with people. They can hear us when we play." He puIled Reggie and Alex closer to him. "I want that connection with everybody."

"Then we're gonna need more T-shirts," Reggie told him.

Luke snickered before saying, "Let's go, boys."

Reggie walked up to a group of girls and handed two of them a T-shirt. "Ladies." He rejoined his bandmates.

"Reggie, wait!" a girl cried before letting out a squeal.

"Oh my God," girl two said. "Reggie!"

"Oh my God! Hi, it's me!"

Reggie was oblivious to their calls. He already had a girl he secretly liked. The only problem was she didn't seem to feel the same way; at least that he had noticed.

The boys made their way to a hot dog vendor.

"Man... I can't wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren't served out of the back of an Oldsmobile," Alex said, walking up to the man cooking the hot dogs. "Hey... Sorry, I go some pickle juice on your battery cables."

"No problem," the man replied. "It'll help with the rust." He clapped Alex's shoulder and chuckled.

"That can't..." The man chuckled again. "Okay." Alex walked back to his bandmates. "What?"

The three made their way inside a building and sat on a couch.

Reggie sighed happily.

"This is awesome, you guys," Luke said. "We're playing The Orpheum! I can't even count how many bands have played there and then ended up being huge." He leaned back as Reggie chuckled lightly. "We're gonna be legends!" He held out his hot dog. "Eat up, boys. 'Cause after tonight, everything changes."

The three toasted their hot dogs and bit into them. Reggie licked his fingers.

Alex glanced at his bandmates before saying, "That's a new flavor."

"Chill, man," Reggie told him. "Street dogs haven't killed us yet."

Luke bit into his hot dog for another bite.

A siren wailed outside. A horn honked repeatedly.

July 23, 1995

As Odette was making her breakfast, she noticed an article in the newspaper.

Three Teens Meet A Tragic End

She looked through the article, realizing it was three of the boys from Sunset Curve.

A soft gasp escaped her lips and tears threatened to fall.

She suddenly clutched the left side of her chest, feeling a pain she'd never felt before. It was a sharp pain, worse than anything she'd ever felt.

She tried calling out for her parents before remembering they'd gone on a breakfast date, as they liked to do each Sunday.

No one was home. She tried making her way to the phone that hung on the wall.

Odette collapsed to the floor before she could reach the phone. Her body spazzed and she breathed her last.

Next thing she knew, she was staring down at her body before being enveloped in a black void.