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Here's a story I wrote based on the band Poison. I'm going to alternate people's perspectives by chapters. So the first one will be from CC's perspective and the second from Jenna's and so forth. Anyways, here it is! Hope you like it! The first chapter is from CC's perspective.


I yawned and leaned back contentedly in the chair I was sitting in. Taking a sip from my glass of beer, I gazed around the room to take in every detail. Here I was at a nearby club in Los Angeles on a Friday night. I didn't usually go and hang out at clubs, but tonight was different. I had a really big day of me tomorrow so I was trying to relax tonight so I would be prepared for tomorrow. I was going to audition for the band "Poison." Over the last decade, I had been a part of five different bands. They were nice bands - there definitely wasn't anything wrong with them- but I needed a change. After spending hours upon hours researching, I had decided that Poison would be the right band for me. The only thing stopping me from joining was the audition.
I was slightly nervous for the audition. This could be a life changing experience for all I knew. I was tired of Roxx Regime; it was time for something new. If I lost the audition for Poison, only God knew what I would do next. I took another long swig of beer. A little voice inside me was telling me to leave the club and head to a hotel to get a good night's rest of tomorrow. Having a hangover on morning of my audition could ruin everything.
Just as I was about to get up from my chair, something caught my eye. I peered around to my right to focus on the girl in front of me. She had long brown hair that fell in ringlets to her waist, deep blue eyes, and a pretty red-lipped smile that made you want to kiss her lips. She was sitting by herself at the table to the right of me, drinking whiskey from a tall glass in front of her. I attempted to catch her eye, but to no avail.
Frustratedly, I stood up and walked over to her table until I was standing right in front of her. She appeared not to notice me. Her eyes seemed glazed on the glass in front of her. Awkwardly, I leaned down so I was looking into her eyes, "Hey," I greeted her, hoping she wasn't too drunk. Finally, the brunette wrenched her eyes away from her glass and peered up at me with big, turquoise colored eyes. I stared at her mesmerized; she was much prettier up close than from across the room.
"Hi," she replied in a musical-sounding voice. "Are you here with someone?" She glanced around me to search to see if I had a partner with me. I chuckled softly, without tearing my gaze away from hers, "I'm not here with anyone. Are you?"
She shook her head sadly, "I'm afraid not. I don't think I've ever been invited on a date before. I just come to these clubs on weekends and try to enjoy myself. I'm surprised you aren't here with a date though. How old are you anyways?" The girl peered at me curiously.
"I'm twenty-two. Mind if I sit her with you?" I pointed at an unoccupied chair next to the girl. She pulled out the chair and nodded, "Of course. It would be nice to have some company for once. I think this is the first time someone's asked to sit with me!" She giggled nervously as I sat down next to her. This girl was different than any other girls I had met before. She was quite friendly and had a nice personality. Plus she was gorgeous which was always a bonus when it came to girls.
"So tell me, how old are you? And what do you do for a living?" I asked her curiously after taking the chair next to her. She put her hand under her chin and gazed at me with interest, "I'm nineteen. I'm in college actually. I'm majoring in music actually. Now what about you?"
"You study music?" I asked looking over at her incredulously. She nodded timidly, "Mm hm. Do you like music?" I flashed her a smile, "Of course I do! I studied music theory at New York University as a matter of fact. I never completed those studies though. New York just wasn't the place where I wanted to spend my life so I took a plane and flew over here. Now Los Angeles is my home. What kind of music do you study?"
My brunette beauty flushed and looked down at her glass again, "Well...I can tell you I suppose," she hesitated, "but just don't laugh, okay?" I gave her a questioningly look, "I'd never laugh at you, sweetie. Go ahead and tell me." Her tan cheeks colored even more when I called her "sweetie". She obviously wasn't use to this kind of attention.
"I'm a harpist. I've been playing the harp ever since I was twelve. I play at weddings and with the orchestra. It's a pretty good moneymaker. And it's not too stressful of a job unless you have a concert coming up. But of course, before I join an orchestra, I have to finish college. Then I have to audition after that. Ugh, I hate auditions. I get so nervous for them," she laughed softly. I couldn't help but smile at the irony; I was a guitarist and she was a harpist. She gave me a funny look, "What? Do you have a problem with my occupation?" I quickly wiped the smile off my face, "No, no. I was just thinking it was neat how we both study music."
She quickly resumed her smile from earlier, "Oh, okay. Most people make fun of me." I frowned, not seeing why anyone would make fun of a harpist, "Well, they shouldn't make fun of you. They're just idiots. Don't ever listen to them, alright?" Impulsively, I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers. She had small, delicate fingers with long, fiery red fingertips. She looked up at me and opened her mouth to speak.
Just at that moment, a voice screeched over the loudspeaker, "Okay, everyone, we've gotta shut our doors now. Everyone out! Come on back tomorrow night!" A loud groan sounded through the room and couples started standing up and walking towards the door. The girl next to me stood up and slung her purse over her shoulder. Frantically, I grabbed her wrist a little rougher than I had intended. I couldn't lose her already; I had just met her!
She turned and looked back at me, "Yes?" Without further contemplation, the words burst from my lips, "Would you like to come with me? We could go over to the hotel across the street..." I trailed off, waiting for her answer. Her eyes widened with shock and she stared at me for a long moment. I was starting to regret having said anything; what if she thought I was a total creep now?
"I'd love to," she replied, an evil smile spreading across her devilish lips. I wrapped my arm around her waist and we exited the club together; both thinking about the night ahead of us.