Realistic or Modern high fidelity

[powerline]

Drowned At The Creek was an ensemble of four women who had known each other since they were blowing snot bubbles back in grade school—Bullard, Texas was small like that. Louetta, Loriann, Jean, and Kitty had spent the formative years of their life weaving in and out of each other's social spheres until they were all bound by a single commonality: music and a shared love, interest, and passion for it. It was important to note the particular music, and how the deviation from the locally preferred genre limited the venues to measly shacks and that one run down record store doubling as a video rental. Faces get familiar fast, which is a roundabout way of saying that it wasn't long before they were clamoring into each other's cars (whomever got their license first) to see actual shows situated a handful of hours away. Then Kitty got a bass guitar as a birthday present, and the rest was history.

And yet a fist was clenched somewhere in Etta's gut. They had toured before—in a teensy little diesel van, of course, but they had played outside of Bullard. Hell, they had even played outside of Texas. But L.A.? The L.A.—The L.A. pronounced with vocal fry? Her head felt like it was still up somewhere in the clouds long after the plane had landed.

"We've booked rooms for you for two nights before we hit the buses. You'll be playing the city back to back, then we're moving up through California. You'll have a day to rest after, but then—well, you know." Their manager offered a brief smile before marching onward, leading them around to the back of their first venue, though the smile seemed more an excuse to catch her breath. "The other band is rehearsing right now, but it's a good opportunity to get to know the crew. We tried to hire some familiar faces, but all our lighting and sound guys are really solid. Then there's the bus situation, the gear, your media page... But I'll cover it! " She turned swiftly to push her back into the door, propping it open with her body and ushering in the band. She is all arms and gesturing, buzzing with caffeine and sleep deprivation "I have to regroup with the tour manager, but I'm a text away, guys, really." And then she's gone before Etta's eyes can adjust to the venue's dim light.

A beat passed before Kitty poked her head out to the side and whispered, "That them?"

"The ones taking up the stage, yeah," said Jean, matching her inflection

"So then where do we go?"

"Green room?" Suggested Lori.

"Well," Etta's grip tightened on her guitar case. "Hell."

CheeseQueen

 

[CheeseQueen]

Royal Sarcasm, what could be said about them? The band was made up of four friends. Archie, Ricky, Jake and Sammy. Four guys just Having some fun together singing dumb songs. The band was discovered after they had traveled to Glasgow to sing at some pubs to make money, and fortunately for them ther now manager was on a business trip. And they liked what they herd. It was a weird circumstance but it worked out for them. They had made a name for themselves and where close to be realising their second album. The plan was to announce it at the end of the tour, and Archie was pumped about it. In his opinion it had some of the bands best work on it, since they had put as much love and passion into it as they possibly could have. And he couldn’t wait to see the fans reaction. But he had to wait till the tour was over.

Though speaking of the tour, Archie didn’t quiet recall agreeing to it. And when he received a message the next day he was so confused. Sammy had told him he was really high and drunk and said ’Why the fuck not’ Archie enjoyed travelling and touring anyway so it was no surprise he would agree to it. Though some important information had been left out. They where doing this with another bad, but they hadn’t been told who. Just that it was a surprise and to not worry about it. That was as about as much as he knew up until now as he stood doing a sound check.

None of the guys had noticed any peering eyes looking at them. They where too busy messing around a bit on stage.

“1,2,3,4” Ricky called as he smacked his drum sticks together, Archie adjusting his guitar whilst Ricky spoke. And just as 4 was said the band slipped into song. Archie opened his mouth and begun to sing, but his voice cracked at the opening lyrics. And suddenly a wave of laughter was herd. Whilst Archie tried to contain his and placed his head against the microphone in embarrassment. It could have been worse they could have had a audience.

“What on earth was that Arch” Sammy laughed as he looked towards his friend and did an impression of what was just herd. “No it was more like this” Another voice chimed in doing there impersonation. Neither where close to what Archie’s voice had actually done.

Archie just shook his head against the microphone with a chuckle “I’m not gonna hear the end of this now “ The man simply said as he lifted his head and leaned downward to grab a water bottle that was by his feet. His guitar just dangling off his body as he did so.

“I dont think Sammy would let it be forgotten“ Jake then chimed in with his laughter stopping mid sentence.

“Alright, ok, ok. Let’s take it from the top“ Archie then said moving his hand up and down. He took a couple of gulps of the water then placed the bottle backdown. He then would take a minuet to compose himself .Once ready he turned around to look at his fellow band mates, his eyes drifting between them all “Alright, ready boys ? We will start ’Am i high or is that a Alien?’ in 3,2,-“ Archie stopped mid sentence after his eyes now spotted those peering towards him and he just paused.

“Archie, are you alright? Have you smoked or something ? Are you seeing a-“ Sammy then paused as he walked next to Archie with his bass guitar in hand “Ah fuck” He muttered under his breath quickly grabbing Archie’s arm pulling him away.