Author: KTEW PM
When leaders change each week, you know things are gonna change FAST, since no one's style is the same. And Jamilla's is... no fighting. So Margo, Miss Pound-Them-Into-The-Ground, has to think of something else to do. And winds up breaking a LOT of laws.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Humor - Margo & Wisty A. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,193 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 12-11-11 - Published: 08-07-11 - id: 7262202
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AN: Here's chapter 3! It took me so long because I was originally gonna reread the first book before I did this. Didn't get to, so... Sorry if Sasha's OOC. ^^; R&R!
I slid into the front of the store, plugged the guitar in, and turned the amp up. Wisty stepped up next to me, half-dragging a mic stand.
"Do I wanna know where you found that?" I asked, amused.
"Probably not," she said, plugging it in.
I managed not to laugh. "Ready?"
She nodded, grinning evilly, and took the mic off the stand.
I started playing, almost wishing I had a bass. We'd agreed on a song that we both knew a few minutes ago, as well as deciding not to wait until everyone was up.
"Say!" I half-yelled into the mic.
"Hey!" Wisty responded. We'd already woken up a couple of kids.
I kept playing, while Wisty just nodded her head to the music, waiting for her part. When it finally came up, she was still grinning.
"Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery"
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I glanced up from my fingers on the strings and saw that half of the kids were up. Wisty met my eyes and flashed me a grin before carrying on.
"Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line
I stopped playing, my fingers tripping over the chord in surprise and creating a loud discord and a bit of feedback, and looked over to find Sasha glaring at me.
"Why do you have my guitar?" he demanded.
"Aw, we were just taking care of it for you," I said easily, slipping it off and setting it on the ground.
"Run," Wisty whispered in my ear.
I bit my lip slightly to keep myself from laughing and followed her lead.