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Edward, Fang, and Nikias [from my story, Midnight start a band! Will the three's music thrive? Or will it come to a screeching halt when a obsessive fangirl comes along?

Author's Note

First, of all, I hope you are reading this - the author's note, that is. Why? Because most of the time, I have valuable information tucked away in these things.

Second, as some of you may already know, I take quite some time to update my stories… Believe me, though. I have been trying to fix this.

Third, I do not own any songs that are on this… UNLESS I SAY SO.

Fourth, and last, EndlessHope is writing a joint story with me!! I am not entirely sure what hers will be called, however. Mine will be in the band's POV; hers will be in the obsessive fangirl's.

And, without further ado, I now present to you the first chapter of "Sense Deprivation"!

Sense Deprivation

Chapter 1

Fang came into the room, taking in its simplicity. Deciding it was adequate enough, he set out for them.

Looking at the cool skin, he became mesmerized with it. He glanced over his shoulder, just to make sure now one was watching him in this moment.

He sat down in the seat, still staring. He picked up the utensils beside and nervously hit the cymbal.

A high clattering arose, not at all like the sound he had imagined. He quickly tapped her finger over the brass, making it stop it vibrating. And with it, the sound. He looked around once more, to find that the same result as before: No one was there. So, he continued.

A half hour into his "practice," and he was finally getting the hand of the drum set. He was now producing somewhat complex rhythms, even if it was just for a little while. He was actually starting to enjoy this place.

He thought back to why he and the rest of the flock were even here.

The Voice, that annoying murmur in Max's mind, had told them that new batches of Erasers were just finished. They were exactly like the others…except that they were completely robot. And they had only one flaw: That they couldn't get wet. So, Max dragged them the flock there, to one of the rainiest places in the world: Forks, Washington.

Fang was put out of my reverie by a soft sound of laughing behind the band room door. I stopped my drumming to listen more closely.

He heard this conversation:

"Well, I'm glad you can come back anyway."

"As am I… Although, I have never been here before."

"Oh, the band room?"

"Yeah." The voices stopped outside and started to jiggle the doorknob. "So… what are we going to do in here, anyway?"

"I don't really mind…the girls have gone shopping, so I came here to practice my piano on a keyboard." He opened the door. "Do you play any-"

Fang was going to make a run for it, but he didn't want to make a commotion, as he ran really fast. So, mid-way through the conversation, he started quietly drumming again.

The two that entered were both male, as Fang could tell from their voices. They were both tall, and both equally pale. The one on the left had on a tan pants, and a white sweater, topped off with a bronzeish colored hair. The other had hair of midnight black, and had on black jeans and a black jacket, open to reveal a red T-shirt underneath. A main thing Fang noticed was that they were both very pale. Could they be related?

"Oh, I'm sorry! Mrs. Hemmingway said no one was back here." The first one, the red/brown haired one said. "We were just going to practice."

Fang sighed. "I'm almost done."

"All right, then."

Fang got up, when he was stopped again, by the same one. "I don't believe I've seen you before. What's your name?"

"Uh…Nick." Fang replied, careful to abide my Max's rules about not giving too much information about you.

"I'm Edward, and this is my cousin…Nick."

"But you can call me Nikias." Nikias contradicted.

All of a sudden, a girl came into the room, running. She halted right in front of Edward and gasped. "Edward!"

He sighed. "Yes, Ariana?"

She giggled. "I told you to call me Ari, silly."

Fang's eyes widened.

"Are you about to practice, Edward?"

"Yes, I am. Now, if you don't mind-"

"Of course I'll stay to watch!" And she sat down in a chair, looking expectantly at Edward to start.

"She has a huge crush on me." Edward whispered to Fang. "You might as well stay, too." So, Fang sat down beside Ari.

Edward went over to electric keyboard, flipping it on and playing a scale. Nikias went to his side, before seeing a electric guitar.

"Hey! I used to play one of these!" He picked it up. "You think I've still got the-" He strummed it, "-touch?"

"I think you do, Nikias." Ari said, practically drooling.

"All right, then…" Edward replied. He started practicing with a song he knew.

"Oh, you know that song, too?!" He started playing the same song, only on the guitar he acquired.

Edward started to sing, Nikias softly repeating some lyrics.

What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do?

Oh, oh [From Nikias
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you

From you [Nikias, again

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.

Ah, ah
Oh, oh
Ah, ah

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

Come break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)

You say you wanted more [Nikias
What if I wanted to break...?
What are you waiting for[Nikias
Bury me, bury me

I'm not running from you [Nikias
What if I
What if I
What if I
What if I
Bury me, bury me

Nikias strummed the last chord as Edward's voice faded away. Ari stood up and cheered, as Fang quietly clapped.

That was pretty good, actually… they're only missing one thing… he thought. A drummer