LET IT BEGIN

[elliotlennon]

A loud yawn echoed from the mouth of Elliot as he awoke from his mi-day nap on the lovely Saturday he was growing to enjoy more and more steadily. He stretched a little releasing a small grunt as he sat up from his bed within his dorm. He peered at the clock and realized it was 6:00 pm. A smile rose to Elliot's face upon seeing this, he knew it was a call for him to seize the remainder of the day.
Elliot sprung up from his bed, landing on his feet in perfect balance. Afterward he trotted over to his bathroom, getting himself cleaned and presentable. Then he headed to his closet with a towel around his waist. He chose one of his more favorite types of attire, a white fresh dress shirt with a black skinny tie with black semi-tight slacks and black Italian shoes. He combed his slightly messy hair into a mop and grabbed his favorite black blazer. After picking up his keys, guitar, and other essentials he headed for the door figuring he'd find some excitement in the day.
The sun was still setting as he exited his dorm complex and saw that people were taking walks as well as going out to have fun much like he was. He headed to his moped with Union Jack decals and placed his helmet on his head then strapped his guitar in the back before hopping on and starting it up. The putter sound it made was music to his ears. He crept along for about four steps before speeding up to an average speed and headed out of the gates and on to the road. The night seemed to start arriving as he pulled up to a parking space beside the building.
He dismounted his bike after disengaging the key. He removed his helmet and grabbed his guitar as he headed to the music wing. Once there he performed a secret handshake with a security guard "Jolly day isn't Rolland?" he asked in his thick Liverpudlian accent "Sure is, kid" replied the large man as he let Elliot pass by. He went up to the extended stage for music and plugged his semi acoustic into an amp and a mic on a stand into an Eleca amp. Elliot stepped up to the mic letting his voice explode as he strummed along accordingly with the appropriate chords.

"I'm a loser
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be

Of all the love I have won or have lost
there is one love I should never have crossed
She was a girl in a million, my friend
I should have known she would win in the end

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be

Although I laugh and I act like a clown
Beneath this mask I am wearing a frown
My tears are falling like rain from the sky
Is it for her or myself that I cry

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be

What have I done to deserve such a fate
I realize I have left it too late
And so it's true, pride comes before a fall
I'm telling you so that you won't lose all

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be"

Elliot released a sigh as he finished, feeling relieved of all the possible troubles he could have had during the day. His breath was stable now and he stared forward for a moment before he began to strum a little slowly just to mess around and let himself go for a moment. He could live in it forever, it was calming and quiet except for his guitar.

[fixx]

OUTFIT

She made it was all she could think when she woke up late on Saturday morning. She made it through her first week of school without trouble or being noticed by anyone. Literally no one she hadn’t met one person other than her teachers. She didn’t have a problem with that though. She’d rather go unnoticed then be the center of attention. Everyone at the school was talented and she didn’t want to be known as the weakling. She was told that she was very talented, after all she did get into the school midyear, but she was never too confident. She was still getting use to having Renee and Brian around. Well mostly Renee. Brian had left for his next tour in Afghanistan two days ago.

Renee was already at work when Cassie woke up. She was out late last night getting her room put together. It was about 5 p.m. so she still had a while till it got dark out. She took a shower, got dressed and was out the door making her way to her new yet old beat up truck she loved so much with her guitar and song book in hand. She started the engine and made her was down the road towards the music wing for the school turning on different streets every so often.

She greeted the security guard and told him her name. This was the first time she had gone to the music wing by herself without her class. He shook her hand and let her in. She went into the empty room and took a seat on the stage like area. She felt wired being there by herself. Out of place with all of their fancy instruments while she got her guitar at yard sale for five bucks when she was still living with her foster family. She left her guitar and song book on the stage and went off to the little side room so she could call Renee. She didn’t want Renee to worry about her if she wasn’t when she got home and Cassie wasn’t there.

As she made her way back into the main room she heard someone strumming their guitar. She of course had no idea who it was other than that they were good. He could sing too. Cassie remained behind the curtain as he played his song. When it seemed he was done with his song she walked out onto the stage.“Wow you are really good,” She said as she came closer to her own belongings also making her get closer to him.

[elliotlennon]

Elliot kept his focus on his strumming, trying to think up what he would play next. As he was doing so he looked down to notice that there was someone elses guitar and what seemed to be a song book next to it on the floor of the stage. He raised an eyebrow at this, surprised by the look of it. It would just be uncommon for a musician to just leave their stuff lying around if they weren't going to retrieve it moments after they left it. He looked a round as he stood hoping that maybe he'd see someone in the audience ducked down so he couldn't see just listening in on his little jam.

After looking around and thinking that he was crazy he looked back down to his guitar. It was his grandfathers Rickenbacker. Unbeknown to him it was worth much more than he could imagine. The sight of it made him think of his grandfather. He never got to meet nor see him. He was long dead before he was born twelve years after it occurred. It always saddened him to think about him. It was weird to Elliot, he understands now why his parents didn't let the media know that he was the grandson of the great musician himself, especially him being a musician and all. But he always thought that one day he'd just tell a reporter the truth. Yet there is always one thing holding him back.

Every time he thinks about blowing his cover he remembers he is all alone, and he doesn't want to be a solo artist. He's always wanted to start a band but never had the guts to. Nor could he find anyone whom could be on his level. Finding an experienced drummer, smooth bassist, and talented lead guitarist seemed just out of his reach all the time. Plus people that like his music were further from his reach. Just as he was running all there thoughts threw his head he a little voice behind him. He turned sharply and quit strumming to see where it came from. As he turned behind him he was surprised to see a girl whom struck him with her looks.

He smiled a little at her compliment and tried to figure the correct words to respond with "Uh...thank ye.....heh...." he stated nervously in his Liverpudlian accent. He examined her further and put two and two together, her with the guitar and songbook, and noticed she might be the one whom brought them "Is that...yah, thats an Alvarez Dreadnought right? its a twelve string too" he was instantly electrified and headed over to the other guitar and songbook, crouching down to it next to her. "Beautiful guitar, it is" he added smiling as he turned towards her

[fixx]

‘Uh...thank ye.....heh....’He responded. She forgot that he hadn’t known she had been there. “Sorry I forgot you didn’t know I was here.” She said with a slight laugh. Now that Cassie got a good look at the kid she could tell he was defiantly from the upper side of town. And his guitar. His guitar itself looked like it was worth more than everything she owned put together. It was no doubt the most beautiful guitar she had ever seen. It had a nice glossy finish to it that made it look even better. She took a seat by herself and tried to make her guitar look like the piece of crap it really was.

‘Is that...yah, thats an Alvarez Dreadnought right? its a twelve string too’ At first Cassie didn’t know what he was talking about. But when it finally registered she looked down at her pathetic guitar. ‘Beautiful guitar, it is’ She couldn’t help but smile when he flashed a smile at her. “Well I wouldn’t say it beautiful I mean I got it at a yard sale for like five bucks. So I guess the better word is antique or unique. It works though that all that really matters I guess.” She said with a shrug at the end. “It’s nothing like that beauty you got there. Its very sick. I don’t think I have ever been this close to a guitar that cost that much. I could only imagine what its worth. No actually I can’t even imagine that.” She said with a laugh. “I’m Cassie by the way. Cassie Davis. I just started here on Monday.” She introduced herself to him with a smile.

[elliotlennon]

He chuckled a little at her response "It's an easy mistake to make...somehow" he joked for a moment. he was one to explore antiques so an old style guitar always caught his attention. "A well used five dollars it was, if ye don't mind, would you play a little along with me? Ye got the look of a strummer about you" he complimented and asked at the same time. He nodded hearing her compliment "Yah, she is a classic, a good one at that. Me grandfather used to play her in his *ahem* little band"he hinted but continued on "Cassie Davis, a grand name. I am Elliot Lennon. I've been here for a good while, before that i was a Liverpool boy" he responded.

He studied her guitar further. the frets were so detailed they instantly caught his eyes "This thing was really a steal it was" he stated checking the body and the headstock. "How's your first week here been?" he asked figuring he'd make small conversation while he was ahead. He let his eyes wander from her guitar to her face which seemed delightful. She was very friendly and it really spoke to him, he could see that he could make a new friend yet.

He arose holding his guitar more steadily and gestured her over with his hand. He plugged in another mic into an amp and set up a mic stand for her "Ye look a singer too, figured I'd hear your voice" he smiled as he said this giving off friendly vibes. The stage was a lot better than the night before. it was clean swept and it didn't smell of Music Theory class. Only the fresh scent of carved hardwood. He inhaled the smell feeling it warmly embrace his lungs and give him relaxation before playing before someone, which he had never done before with him actually knowing a person was listening in on it. He was the slightest bit nervous, which was a new feeling for him.

He thought about it for a moment. His grandfather probably was never nervous. Even when he played before 500,000 people at Shea Stadium. He should have the courage to play before one girl at least. it was a small hurdle on the voyage to become a rock star. "I'll play whatever song you'd like, I'd like to see what music your into anyways"

[jake]

Waking up was the hardest thing to do on a Saturday. Yet, he managed to do that too. Twitching, and rolling around in his bed, the young fourteen year old fell out. Crashing with the ground, Tristan struggled to get up. Finally standing in his shorts, he sighed and rubbed his abdomen. He had dreams of food the entire night,and it was unbearable.

Walking to the shower, he opened the door, and got it. Turning it on, the water greeted him. Surrounding him, and making him feel even more tired. He yawned, and took off his shorts, sitting in the shower. Soon after he cleaned himself, and took a small nap. He got out of the shower, and looked through the cabinet in the bathroom. Taking out a orange shirt, with blue jean pants and black sneakers.

He pulled his orange shirt over his wet hair, groping around for his boxers with yellow lightning bolts. He put those on, gently putting his legs through each pants leg. Putting on his pants, he zipped them, and let them hang a bit. Slipping on his sneakers, he tied the laces. Brushing his wet hair with his hands, and grabbing a little cereal carton. Chewing it down, he poured milk into his mouth.

Gulping that down also, he grabbed his drum sticks. Dashing out of the room, he raced down to the studio. Running into the bodyguard, that always stood on the outside. He was flung backwards, and fell to the ground. "Late again, Tristan?" The man asked him. He nodded sheepishly, and fell back down, the man sighed. Lifting the boy up, and brushing him off, Tristan nodded with a smile. Grabbing onto the man's shoulder, he hoisted himself up, and grabbed onto the roof.

Walking on the roof idly, he felt around for the opening. Soon finding it, he dropped through, and landed backstage. Crashing down, he was sure he made a bit of noise, and he groaned rolling a bit. Getting up, he looked around, and peeked from the curtains. Seeing two people talking, he noticed that they were really older than him. Walking out, he noticed a drum set and walked towards it.

Sitting down, he made a couple beats, before breaking out in full song.

"Shut up, shut up.
I don't wanna hear it now.
To late, to late.
Just sit here and let me drown.

It's over, it's done, it's okay.
You've won.
But don't worry, I'll be back.
I'll be back, and I'll be that.

That person, that kid.
That kid, that man.
That man you'd never see.
That man I would be.

You'd regret, I would laugh.
You'd cry, and I'd smile.
I'll be king, you won't be my queen.
For this is the last time I've seen.

Someone as pitiful as you.
Stubborn as you.
Someone I've loved more then you.
And baby that isn't you.

But don't worry, don't fret.
We'll have our time yet.
Just don't worry this time.
Because you aren't mine. "

[fixx]

‘It's an easy mistake to make...somehow.’ He said to her. ‘A well used five dollars it was, if ye don't mind, would you play a little along with me? Ye got the look of a strummer about you’ He asked. She nodded her head as to agree with him and started strumming her guitar with him. ‘Yah, she is a classic, a good one at that. Me grandfather used to play her in his *ahem* little band’ Cassie could tell there was a little more to the story then his grandfathers little band but didn’t really want to get into it at the time. ‘Cassie Davis, a grand name. I am Elliot Lennon. I've been here for a good while, before that i was a Liverpool boy’. She smiled at that. At least one kid at the school was nice. Of course she hadn’t really met anyone yet. ‘This thing was really a steal it was’. He said motioning again about her guitar. ‘How's your first week here been?’ He asked. She just shook her head. “It’s been hard and a little uncomfortable being around all these super talented kids.” She looked at him accusingly then. “Plus I am helping Renee and Brian with getting the house ready so I have been going back and forth all week.” She said with a little said smile.

She rose when he gestured her over to the microphone. She hesitated at first but followed anyway. ‘Ye look a singer too, figured I'd hear your voice’ He said to her. ‘I'll play whatever song you'd like, I'd like to see what music your into anyways’. She thought about that for a minute. What kind of music was she into? After a minute she picked something that she enjoyed listening to many times. “Have you heard You Found Me by The Fray? I am sure you will be able to pick it up as I play if you don’t. There are only like four different notes in it.” She said turning back to the music stand. She ran through the song once in her head and then started playing her guitar. Then she started singing even though she felt frozen from fright of playing with another person.

I found God... on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West... was all but won
All alone... smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where've you been?"... He said, "Ask anything".

Where were you... when everything was falling apart.
All my days... were spent by the telephone
It never rang... and all I needed was a call
That never came... to the corner of 1st and Amistad

Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor... surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?... Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late... you found me, you found me.

But in the end... everyone ends up alone
Losing her... the only one who's ever known
Who I am... who I'm not and who I wanna place
No way to know... how long she will be next to me

Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor... surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?... Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late... you found me, you found me...

The early morning... the city breaks
And I've been calling... for years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve... taking all I want

Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor... Where were you? Where were you?

Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor... surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?... Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late... you found me, you found me!

Why'd you have to wait... to find me, to find me?

[elliotlennon]

Elliot nodded in understanding and smiled at her actions. "Psh, yah i've heard of You Found Me! I love that song" he answered semi-enthused. He watched as she began to play and sing, he was immediately impressed by her skill. Once he noticed that he could join in he began to strum along too. He started playing the chords that followed along and really started to get into it, singing the backing vocals. As soon as they finished he smiled widely "Your really good, would you be interested in...." he was cut off mid statement by a crashing sound "...bloody hell" he hushed under his breath as he turned off his amp and headed backstage to see what the ruckus was. He signaled Cassie to follow him as he made his way back. "Okay...uhm...whose there?" he asked but was answered by the crashing of drums. He looked back at Cassie raising his eyebrows.

He listened for a moment as he began to smile "Hey, whoever that is is pretty good" he stated as he went on back to see whom was playing. It was too dark to make out whom it was but he went over to the stage light board near him and turned the backstage lights up to 3 so it was visible. Then he caught a glimpse at the boy playing the drums. "Oi!...I said HEY!" he shouted a bit as the song he seemed to be playing ended "What are you doing here mini?" he asked shrugging in confusion.

He was truly baffled by the young boys talent, he would imagine that it would've been someone older or something but it was just fine that he was so young. Yet one question was still in his mind "What was all that crashing earlier? Are you one of those kids who bashes stuff in for kicks?" he asked getting a little aggressive with him. Not in a bullying way but a scolding way.

[fixx]

‘Psh, yah I’ve heard of You Found Me! I love that song’ she smiled and let out a small laugh. At least he has a good taste in music. She thought to herself. She listened as he joined in with her. It sounded utterly amazing. That played it perfectly together. ‘You’re really good, would you be interested in....’ He said then came to a sudden stop. There was a loud crashing sound. ‘...bloody hell’ He said under his breath. She went with him when he went to investigate. ‘Okay...uhm...whose there?’ Elliot asked into the darkness. You couldn’t see anything in the room.

After a moment the sound of drums filled the air. Cassie was nodding her head with the beat of the drums with its pace. Elliot turned around to face her with his eyebrows raised. ‘Hey, whoever that is is pretty good’. He said. He continued into the dark room. Cassie followed a few feet behind him. Elliot turned the lights on higher. There was a young kid playing on the drums. ‘Oi!...I said HEY!’ Elliot said trying to speak over the sound of the drums to get the kids attention as the song came to an end. ‘What are you doing here mini?’ Cassie was now standing next to Elliot. When he said mini and gave him a light slap on the shoulder. Yes she thought it was a little funny that he called him mini but not right in front of him. ‘What was all that crashing earlier? Are you one of those kids who bashes stuff in for kicks?’ Cassie turned her head slightly to give him a look to be a little nicer. But she also wanted to know what was it that made the loud noise.