eleven pt.2

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chapter eleven pt.2 —  slice of life

Tired eyes watched Allen as he practised his bassline

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Tired eyes watched Allen as he practised his bassline. The slow beats from Alex's drums flowed through the room, almost lulling the others back to sleep. 

Winnie yawned and brushed through her curly hair.

"If I wasn't so tired this intro would sound like a romance movie to me," the pianist said, earning nods from her friends.

"Honestly, y'all should've just gone to bed earlier," Allen scoffed without looking up.

"Was busy," Tina mumbled.

"Hmm, yeah, I wonder with whom..."

"Shut up, apple-soup!"

Valina groaned, waving her arm in Tina's direction. "It's too early for this."

"Okay," Alex spoke up, interrupting the rehearsal, "I don't know what is going on with you but you're lame as fuck right now."

He sipped on his tea and looked at his friends.

When no one responded, the drummer rolled his eyes and picked his drumsticks up. He gave Allen a sign and started with an upbeat song.

As soon as she recognized the chord progression, Halley jumped in excitement, all sleepiness gone.

♪you think i'm pretty without any makeup on

you think i'm funny when i tell the punchline wrong♪

"Oh, not Katy Perry," Winnie groaned and slouched towards the keyboard.

"Yes, Katy Perry!"

Kei grabbed his guitar and danced next to Allen.

Halley handed her microphone to Valina and pulled Winnie to the middle of the room.

♪let's go all the way tonight

no regrets, just love

we can dance, until we die♪

Alex twirled his drumsticks, creating a brief pause before they all belted out

♪you and i, we'll be young foreveeeerrrrrr♪

( ♪ )

When Alex walked onto the balcony, blue sticky notes flew towards him, followed by a pen and a groan.

He laughed into his hand and walked to his girlfriend.

Tina was curled up on the Hollywood swing, transferring her messy notes from the stage planning into a neat diagram. She colour-coded the entrances and positions of the cameras.

"Everything okay, Tiny?"

"Yeah, it's just a lot of writing and my wrist hurts," Tina said and rubbed her hands.

a song for november.Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora