Stereotyping Rock (Stereotyping Series) | ✔️

Chapter Thirty-Five

Jenna

I shook my head, "No, you guys. Matt, it's a D to a C, up to an F and then to G. It's the most common chord progression in rock music."

He ran a hand over one hand, "It's not the progression, Jen. It's the speed. I... I'm having trouble getting from the C to an F so quickly."

"Do a simple F," I advised, "You have Court and Gee too so it won't be too obvious, trust me."

Matt's lips pressed together before he nodded, "Fine," he muttered. 

"Gee," I turned to her, "Stop with the arpeggios. This song is meant to be in block chords. It seems so simple, I know, but that's the beauty of this song. Everything's simple and it reflects it."

Gee frowned, "But that's so eas-"

"Easy?" I interrupted, "I know. Just... roll with it, okay?"

I turned to Will finally. He raised an eyebrow, "Roast me, now."

"Will..." I winced, "I really don't know how drums work... A little lighter on the clashing one... you know the metal one that clings?"

He narrowed his eyes, pointing to it, "You mean the crash cymbal?"

"Yeah," my eyes lit up at recognition, "That one."

Will smiled, "Sure, Jen."

I took a deep breath before turning to Courtney on the laptop, "Did you get that?"

She nodded, the screen lagging slightly, "It was D to C to F to G in a 4-4 Progression on the bass."

I grinned, "Perfect. Are you able to practice at all before Saturday night?"

Courtney winced, "I don't know... I think Elise said there was a music room next to the gym so I'll check that out after curfew." 

"Cool," I grinned. 

There was a knock on her door through the FaceTime and a voice shouted something that came out as static.

"Sure!" Courtney yelled back, "I've got to go, guys. Talk later."

She hung up before we could say bye.

There was a slight pause of awkwardness before Will said, "Let's go again!"

He counted us in and we began, "You tear me down."

And then the piano and drum began accenting each other into their instrumental duet.

***

Lena

Siobhan giggled across the phone, "You're at a soccer game?"

"Technically no," I replied, "The game's finished. I'm in the stands."

"Still! Doesn't your brother play rugby, Len?" Siobhan continued laughing, "Who's the guy?"

It had taken me by slight shock when Siobhan called me. I mean, she's a nice enough girl and I always thought we were friends but I didn't think she'd go out of her way to call me. 

"Who said it's a guy?" I replied as said guy met up with the other girls to my right. 

Siobhan scoffed, "Of course it's a guy. The only other guy ever able to bring you to a sporting game, other than your brother, was Zach. And I know it's not Zach because you're still not speaking to each other."

My eyes flitted to the blonde-haired boy now making his way towards me, "No, it's not him. I'll talk to you later, okay, Shev?" 

Siobhan squeaked, "But I'm not-"