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All That Rock'n Roll

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The guitarist ran his fingers down the strings of his guitar in a quick, fluid motion. The sound blaring from the stereos in a deep, bass tone like a roar of an engine. The drummer brought down his sticks and rhythmetically drummed in a sort of war beat, sweat dropping from his forehead onto his lap as he put his whole body into drumming. The vocalist screamed into his microphone, his voice becoming a sort of an other world roar.

"Tell me! Do you bleed like me!" He screamed, his eyes closed and his body soaked in sweat.

His abdominal muscles tensed as he let loose his voice from deep down inside of him and his toned arms flexed as he gripped the microphone stand tight, holding it up. His lips pressed against the microphone as he sang and his earrings on is left ear caught the lights of the concert hall. He bobbed up and down as he belted out more words, his voice becoming more and more quiet.

"You're an angel caught in my web," He sang quietly," I'm going to bring you....DOWN!"

His last word came out as a roar and the crowd yelled back at him, bobbing their own heads. Sweat beaded on their own foreheads as he jumped on the stage, the chains on his jeans sounded only to the deaf as he landed back on the stage floor. The drummer twirled his drumsticks on his fingers before bringing them down in one fluid motion, the guitarist ending his riff with a rhythmetic solo and the vocalist let out a scream. The song ended and the lights dimmed, resulting in the crowd crying out for more from the group. The vocalist took a deep breath and steadied himself before setting the microphone stand on the stage.

"Thanks for coming out tonight, you guys were great!" The vocalist exclaimed and turned away from the microphone.

He headed off the stage and was followed by his two group members. A door opened for him down the hall and the group entered, closing the door behind them. The vocalist dropped down into a chair and ran his fingers through his short, sweat soaked hair. He looked at his drummer and a crooked smile appeared on his sweaty face.

"You think they enjoyed this show?" He inquired before taking a drink of water from a bottle.

The drummer laughed.

"Of course they did. You saw those bitches throwing their shirts and bras towards the stage. They loved the show," he replied.

The guitarist sat near the mirror and stared at himself.

"To think this is our first show and they act like that. Wonder how they'll act show after show."

The vocalist sighed and wiped his face with a towel.

"We're slowly going to the top, boys."

The door opened and a man stepped into the doorway. He was dressed in a suit and carried a briefcase. The drummer raised his head up and tilted it to the right with a rueful smirk.

"Hey Mark, what's up?" He asked.

Mark, the manager, dropped the suitcase near the door and folded his arms behind his back.

"Hey boys, I have a proposition for you," He said.

The guitarist looked over.

"What kind of proposition?" He inquired curiously.

Mark smiled.

"I have a new member of Karupted Soul, gentleman."

The three band members gave their full attention to Mark and the vocalist sighed.

"A new member? Do we even need a new member? Due to the fact we're new."

"Exactly, a new member will bring great fortune to this group. She's here now."

The band member's jaws dropped.

"A woman?!" The said in unison.

Mark moved to the side and a figure stepped into the room. The girl wore black, fishnet stockings on her arms and gloves that her fingers fitted through. She wore boots that came just below her knee and a mini skirt of deep red. Her top was black fishnet with a white tank underneath. Her face was white and she wore black eyeliner thin on the top of her lids and heavy on her bottom lashline. Her hair was cut boyishly short and she wore a bandana, letting a few strands hang above her eyebrows. She had a labret piercing and both her ears were pierced four times each. She stood around 5'5 at most with the boots, without she may have stood 5'3 at the least.

The vocalist raised his pierced eyebrow and the girl smirked, flashing a remarkable smile.

"So, you're saying we need sex appeal for both audiences?" The drummer inquired.

"No, you need another guitarist," the girl replied matter-of-factly.

The main guitarist frowned.

"We don't need another guitarist," he said quietly.

"Drew," The drummer hissed in warning.

Drew, the guitarist, looked at the drummer and sighed, looking away. Mark coughed.

"Well, she's going to be your new bandmate, so get along. I have a meeting to get to, so make yourself comfortable, Torie," he said and left, closing the door.

Torie eye'd the men in the room and clapped her hands together in a sarcastic way.

"Well, you know my name is Torie, so I guess that little piece of information is out. What are your guys' names?" She pointed at Drew," I already know your name, so I don't think you need to repeat it to me."

"The name is Travis." The drummer said and stood, holding out his hand, which Torie shook.

Torie released his hand with a smile and after a few minutes look at the vocalist.

"So...?"

The vocalist looked at her.

"So, what?" He inquired.

Torie released a groan.

"Come on, we don't need boys with their panties in a twist just because they have a female in the group. What's your name?"

"Fuck you," the vocalist sneered and took a drink of water.

Torie raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, so you're the so called 'Bad-Ass' of the group, huh?"

"He's not very friendly," Travis said while jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the vocalist.

"Shut the hell up, Travis," the vocalist grumbled.

Drew chuckled lightly and turned around in his chair.

"Come on, Seth, you could be a little more warm towards our new bandmate. Whether we need one or not, she's still in the group," he said with a smirk.

Seth sneered.

"I don't really give a flying fuck who the hell she is."

"Helllooo, I'm still here!" Torie said and she smirked," so, you're Seth. Pleasure to meet you."

Travis shook his head.

"You're going to have a lot of riffs to learn with Drew. We don't really care for chicks being in the band, but now that there is one, don't be filling cabinets up with your feminen shit."

Torie laughed.

"No worries boys, I bleed freely."

The three stared at her and Torie laughed again.

"I'm just joking! But seriously...I won't."

"How old are you anyways, Torie?" Drew asked.

"Twenty, why?" She inquired.

Drew sighed.

"I'm twenty six, Travis is twenty four and Seth, our little baby, is twenty two. You're now the baby of the group I guess."

Torie looked over at Seth and raised her eyebrows.

"Well, when do we start?"

Drew stood up and snatched his guitar from next to the desk.

"Right now."

To be continued....

Hmm...my first non-vampire and fantasy story...hehe. Hope you enjoy.