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one . Formation
Life is a game where the rules are made to be broken. A college student discovers that when she forms a band with a few friends. [f/f]
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Disclaimer: This is fiction. I did create and do own the four main characters in Ripping Well. Any real people who are included or mentioned do not belong to me (obviously), and their actions in this story are fictional.
Before reading this story, it should be noted that it will contain a relationship and sex scenes between two women. Anyone who is uncomfortable with reading such things is advised to turn back now. Other than that, it contains everything mentioned in the Warnings, so heed those words too.
THE RULES // /PROLOGUE/
We started out the way many bands do - dreams of one day acquiring enough recognition to have our names all over posters, the Internet, and T-shirts. I had been classically trained, but knew that it wouldn't even have mattered if I hadn't. My best friends, Lauren and Ally, had fiddled with guitar and bass, respectively. The main problem was that we didn't have a drummer, nor did we know anyone who even owned a drum set, let alone knew how to play one.
It wasn't too difficult to ask around the school - we were never popular, except maybe in grade school, but my friends and I had also never sunk down to the low depths of rejection and complete lack of acknowledgement. I guess we're lucky, because we actually managed to acquire our mid-level social status without dating the entire high school football team or wearing clothes that practically showed as much as possible. We were always just normal, but people were drawn to us because we were easy to talk to. Or perhaps I should say because Lauren and Ally were easy to talk to. I had a raging temper and liked to eat egos. I'm surprised anyone actually wanted and managed to put up with me, but for some reason, a fair amount of people did.
All three of us had gone into college at the age of nineteen, since we all had summer birthdays, and our parents had insisted on keeping us back so we would be the most mature (rather than the most immature) throughout our school lives. It worked. In fact, it backfired. We were the first ones to have sex, the first ones to try smoking (And, in Ally's case, the first to get addicted to cigarettes), the first ones to get into car wrecks...you name it, we did it first, and perhaps even too early. So now we're all twenty years old and in our second year of torture, AKA college education.
But back to the subject: we didn't have a drummer. We put posters up all over the school hallways because Lauren thought it was a really clever and original thing to do. We were unprofessional enough to just tell anyone who was interested to show up at the dorm room the three of us shared. Surprisingly, our posters received at least a bit of attention, because a girl showed up at our door about four days later.
She had hazel eyes, probably more greenish than anything else, and long brown hair that wasn't thick or thin - just in-between. She was skinny, but not sickeningly so, and was wearing too much eyeliner, but no lipstick or anything else. The first thing she asked us when we invited her in was why we had decided to start a band.
"I have no clue," Lauren said, shrugging, "We were really bored one day, and realized, 'Hey, we can all play instruments - save for Christina who just has her voice - so we should try to form a band. It probably won't go far, but it'll be interesting.' So that's basically our story. Deep and emotional, right?"
The drummer (Who had introduced herself as Kyle; a peculiar and stupid name for a girl) laughed slightly, and I felt my hand ball into a fist, which I quickly unclenched. Something about her made me so angry that I wanted to break a fucking chair and use the legs to stab her in the eyes. But I wouldn't, because she played her drum set for us, and I was completely blown away in spite of myself. We needed her. So of course we accepted her into the band - and that was really the beginning. We were Christina, Kyle, Lauren, and Ally, otherwise known as Ripping Well, all-female metal band.
Before reading this story, it should be noted that it will contain a relationship and sex scenes between two women. Anyone who is uncomfortable with reading such things is advised to turn back now. Other than that, it contains everything mentioned in the Warnings, so heed those words too.
THE RULES // /PROLOGUE/
We started out the way many bands do - dreams of one day acquiring enough recognition to have our names all over posters, the Internet, and T-shirts. I had been classically trained, but knew that it wouldn't even have mattered if I hadn't. My best friends, Lauren and Ally, had fiddled with guitar and bass, respectively. The main problem was that we didn't have a drummer, nor did we know anyone who even owned a drum set, let alone knew how to play one.
It wasn't too difficult to ask around the school - we were never popular, except maybe in grade school, but my friends and I had also never sunk down to the low depths of rejection and complete lack of acknowledgement. I guess we're lucky, because we actually managed to acquire our mid-level social status without dating the entire high school football team or wearing clothes that practically showed as much as possible. We were always just normal, but people were drawn to us because we were easy to talk to. Or perhaps I should say because Lauren and Ally were easy to talk to. I had a raging temper and liked to eat egos. I'm surprised anyone actually wanted and managed to put up with me, but for some reason, a fair amount of people did.
All three of us had gone into college at the age of nineteen, since we all had summer birthdays, and our parents had insisted on keeping us back so we would be the most mature (rather than the most immature) throughout our school lives. It worked. In fact, it backfired. We were the first ones to have sex, the first ones to try smoking (And, in Ally's case, the first to get addicted to cigarettes), the first ones to get into car wrecks...you name it, we did it first, and perhaps even too early. So now we're all twenty years old and in our second year of torture, AKA college education.
But back to the subject: we didn't have a drummer. We put posters up all over the school hallways because Lauren thought it was a really clever and original thing to do. We were unprofessional enough to just tell anyone who was interested to show up at the dorm room the three of us shared. Surprisingly, our posters received at least a bit of attention, because a girl showed up at our door about four days later.
She had hazel eyes, probably more greenish than anything else, and long brown hair that wasn't thick or thin - just in-between. She was skinny, but not sickeningly so, and was wearing too much eyeliner, but no lipstick or anything else. The first thing she asked us when we invited her in was why we had decided to start a band.
"I have no clue," Lauren said, shrugging, "We were really bored one day, and realized, 'Hey, we can all play instruments - save for Christina who just has her voice - so we should try to form a band. It probably won't go far, but it'll be interesting.' So that's basically our story. Deep and emotional, right?"
The drummer (Who had introduced herself as Kyle; a peculiar and stupid name for a girl) laughed slightly, and I felt my hand ball into a fist, which I quickly unclenched. Something about her made me so angry that I wanted to break a fucking chair and use the legs to stab her in the eyes. But I wouldn't, because she played her drum set for us, and I was completely blown away in spite of myself. We needed her. So of course we accepted her into the band - and that was really the beginning. We were Christina, Kyle, Lauren, and Ally, otherwise known as Ripping Well, all-female metal band.
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