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"She's late," Ryan hissed, looking over at the clock on the wall in the rehearsal room. "Again." He looked down at his guitar, pretending to tune it again out of pure and utter boredom.
"Ryan, calm down," Brendon said, his gaze shooting at his friend from the piano. "It's only been five minutes. She'll be here."
"Yeah, Ry." Spencer said consolingly before placing his drumsticks in his lap.
Bartram pretended not to notice the conversation taking place between the rest of the band, looking over his music and making some more reminders next to a few accidentals or key changes. Jon ignored them as well, but instead of concentrating directly on playing, he began to play some silly, bouncy song on his bass. His eyes were closed, even if he knew that the sounds were carried out through the amplifier and the rest of the band could hear it oh so clearly.
"JON!" they all shouted in unison, staring daggers at the man who was now on his knees as he played faster and faster.
"What?" He stopped and averted his eyes from his bass, which he had abruptly stopped playing, to his band mates. "Oh..." Jon stood up straight once more and beamed.
After a few eye rolls, The door burst open and in came Danielle, carrying her music in her hands. She appeared awkwardly flushed, even before she skidded over to the practice area where a mirror covered the opposite wall that the band faced. She nearly dropped her music since she was in such a hurry. "Am I late, what's going on, what did I miss?" Her words were slightly slurred, but she was talking so fast that they probably wouldn't have been very clear even without the slurring.
"No, you didn't miss anything," Brendon replied with a sweet smile.
"Yeah we were waiting for /you/," Ryan said bitterly after turning a slight angle away from her.
Luckily, before she heard Ryan's nasty remark, her hand slipped and her sheet music spilled over the floor. The keyboardist swore under her breath and got on her knees to collect the music. Bartram, Spencer, and Jon stared; Ryan kept his horrible attitude by pretending not to notice; Brendon was the only one who cared, rushing over to her and helping to pick up the papers off the floor.
"Thanks," was all she could manage as she took the music from Brendon without so much as glancing at him. His expression went from a smile to a frown as she walked past him like nothing had happened.
"Can we start now that the entire band is here?" Ryan asked, whining only a bit. Danielle scowled at him. He noticed and smirked a little.
"Yeah," Brendon answered, walking briskly over to the microphone that sat impatiently on its stand. "Yeah, um. Danielle, what do you want to start with? What have you practiced?"
"Anything," she said, her gaze still fixed at Ryan. A challenging expression sat on her face. Ryan stared right back. None of the others seemed to notice.
"Time to Dance," Ryan declared.
"Fine with me," Danielle mocked, putting fingers on the keys, ready to play.
Ryan counted off as Danielle spoken her last syllable and they began, the pair who had been staring at each other getting a head start and the others just jumping in. Danielle's cheeks glowed pink as soon as the sound came from the keyboard was not the one that she intended. She'd been so caught up in Ryan's unsaid challenges that she'd forgotten to set the keyboard to a different sound, and they all heard the difference.
"Stop! Stop. Danielle, you have to set the keyboard like I showed you, remember?" Brendon tried not to be harsh as he spoke.
"Yeah, I forgot. Sorry." She spat her apology to Ryan, who made a face at her only for an instant before looking at himself in the mirror. Her hand was over the dial a second later, and she turned it so that the screen said what it should have in the first place. "Ready."
Brendon counted off this time, and they played the song smoothly until they reached the chorus.
"Have some composure
Where is your posture?"
Brendon sang quite effortlessly. It wasn't until they reached Ryan's singing where a problem emerged.
"Oh, no, no!"
Danielle was quite dazed at the sound of his singing. So dazed, in fact, that she forgot to keep her fingers moving, which slowed down the rest of the band. After the first few moments of impact, she caught herself staring and kept playing. By that time, they were at Ryan's vocals again.
"All wrong!"
As he held the note as evenly as he could, her heart leapt to her throat, and her fingers froze once more. This time, she didn't catch herself, and the band stopped.
"What now?"
"Danielle, is there something wrong?" Brendon asked a bit cautiously, but still caringly.
"We can take a break if you want. Brendon could probably help you get used to the new music," Spencer suggested, although he was still a bit wary of her. He didn't want to set her off, so he would usually keep quiet.
"Guys, chill," Ryan said coolly. "Maybe she just can't handle it," he added, his voice growing hotter with each word. His gaze met hers, which had been on him the entire time.
Danielle pushed her heart back down her throat, and processed a come-back that had been riding on the tip of her tongue.
"Maybe if someone's singing weren't so harsh on the ear, I could actually hear myself play!"
Ryan's eyes narrowed at her. He slowly approached her, taking his guitar with him. "Maybe if someone would be on top of the music, we wouldn't have to stop so much," he said lowly, his face inching closer to hers.
"Maybe if someone wasn't being such a prick, I could concentrate."
Jon smiled to himself when he saw them getting close with their threats, even with the keyboard separating them. Spencer dropped a drum stick quite intentionally to break the silence, and to give him an excuse to look away. Bartram looked down at his cello shyly. Brendon was watching the entire thing, awestruck.
"Ryan, I need to talk to you." He walked over to the two immediately and grabbed Ryan by the arm forcefully. Ryan removed the strap from his neck and dropped the guitar carelessly, still glaring at Danielle until Brendon turned him away and yanked at his arm until they were both out the door.
"Look, man," Brendon started, letting go of Ryan's arm and staring hard at him. "If there was some problem with a new band member, I'd say to hell with them. But Danielle... is..." He tried to get a few more words out and finish his sentence, but obviously, couldn't find the right words. "She's not the only one causing a problem, here. You can't keep being like that to her. I get it if you don't like her, but she's here to help us. She's saving our asses, remember? So whatever's going on between you two... Just suck it up."
"Brendon, I-" Ryan couldn't even finish his defense before Brendon had opened the door and was walking furiously back into the room. He rolled his eyes before following Brendon inside and picking up his guitar once more, avoiding Danielle's eyes with all his might.
"Let's just get this over with," he muttered darkly before returning to his place.
Brendon counted off once more, and they continued with their rehearsal.
"Ryan, calm down," Brendon said, his gaze shooting at his friend from the piano. "It's only been five minutes. She'll be here."
"Yeah, Ry." Spencer said consolingly before placing his drumsticks in his lap.
Bartram pretended not to notice the conversation taking place between the rest of the band, looking over his music and making some more reminders next to a few accidentals or key changes. Jon ignored them as well, but instead of concentrating directly on playing, he began to play some silly, bouncy song on his bass. His eyes were closed, even if he knew that the sounds were carried out through the amplifier and the rest of the band could hear it oh so clearly.
"JON!" they all shouted in unison, staring daggers at the man who was now on his knees as he played faster and faster.
"What?" He stopped and averted his eyes from his bass, which he had abruptly stopped playing, to his band mates. "Oh..." Jon stood up straight once more and beamed.
After a few eye rolls, The door burst open and in came Danielle, carrying her music in her hands. She appeared awkwardly flushed, even before she skidded over to the practice area where a mirror covered the opposite wall that the band faced. She nearly dropped her music since she was in such a hurry. "Am I late, what's going on, what did I miss?" Her words were slightly slurred, but she was talking so fast that they probably wouldn't have been very clear even without the slurring.
"No, you didn't miss anything," Brendon replied with a sweet smile.
"Yeah we were waiting for /you/," Ryan said bitterly after turning a slight angle away from her.
Luckily, before she heard Ryan's nasty remark, her hand slipped and her sheet music spilled over the floor. The keyboardist swore under her breath and got on her knees to collect the music. Bartram, Spencer, and Jon stared; Ryan kept his horrible attitude by pretending not to notice; Brendon was the only one who cared, rushing over to her and helping to pick up the papers off the floor.
"Thanks," was all she could manage as she took the music from Brendon without so much as glancing at him. His expression went from a smile to a frown as she walked past him like nothing had happened.
"Can we start now that the entire band is here?" Ryan asked, whining only a bit. Danielle scowled at him. He noticed and smirked a little.
"Yeah," Brendon answered, walking briskly over to the microphone that sat impatiently on its stand. "Yeah, um. Danielle, what do you want to start with? What have you practiced?"
"Anything," she said, her gaze still fixed at Ryan. A challenging expression sat on her face. Ryan stared right back. None of the others seemed to notice.
"Time to Dance," Ryan declared.
"Fine with me," Danielle mocked, putting fingers on the keys, ready to play.
Ryan counted off as Danielle spoken her last syllable and they began, the pair who had been staring at each other getting a head start and the others just jumping in. Danielle's cheeks glowed pink as soon as the sound came from the keyboard was not the one that she intended. She'd been so caught up in Ryan's unsaid challenges that she'd forgotten to set the keyboard to a different sound, and they all heard the difference.
"Stop! Stop. Danielle, you have to set the keyboard like I showed you, remember?" Brendon tried not to be harsh as he spoke.
"Yeah, I forgot. Sorry." She spat her apology to Ryan, who made a face at her only for an instant before looking at himself in the mirror. Her hand was over the dial a second later, and she turned it so that the screen said what it should have in the first place. "Ready."
Brendon counted off this time, and they played the song smoothly until they reached the chorus.
"Have some composure
Where is your posture?"
Brendon sang quite effortlessly. It wasn't until they reached Ryan's singing where a problem emerged.
"Oh, no, no!"
Danielle was quite dazed at the sound of his singing. So dazed, in fact, that she forgot to keep her fingers moving, which slowed down the rest of the band. After the first few moments of impact, she caught herself staring and kept playing. By that time, they were at Ryan's vocals again.
"All wrong!"
As he held the note as evenly as he could, her heart leapt to her throat, and her fingers froze once more. This time, she didn't catch herself, and the band stopped.
"What now?"
"Danielle, is there something wrong?" Brendon asked a bit cautiously, but still caringly.
"We can take a break if you want. Brendon could probably help you get used to the new music," Spencer suggested, although he was still a bit wary of her. He didn't want to set her off, so he would usually keep quiet.
"Guys, chill," Ryan said coolly. "Maybe she just can't handle it," he added, his voice growing hotter with each word. His gaze met hers, which had been on him the entire time.
Danielle pushed her heart back down her throat, and processed a come-back that had been riding on the tip of her tongue.
"Maybe if someone's singing weren't so harsh on the ear, I could actually hear myself play!"
Ryan's eyes narrowed at her. He slowly approached her, taking his guitar with him. "Maybe if someone would be on top of the music, we wouldn't have to stop so much," he said lowly, his face inching closer to hers.
"Maybe if someone wasn't being such a prick, I could concentrate."
Jon smiled to himself when he saw them getting close with their threats, even with the keyboard separating them. Spencer dropped a drum stick quite intentionally to break the silence, and to give him an excuse to look away. Bartram looked down at his cello shyly. Brendon was watching the entire thing, awestruck.
"Ryan, I need to talk to you." He walked over to the two immediately and grabbed Ryan by the arm forcefully. Ryan removed the strap from his neck and dropped the guitar carelessly, still glaring at Danielle until Brendon turned him away and yanked at his arm until they were both out the door.
"Look, man," Brendon started, letting go of Ryan's arm and staring hard at him. "If there was some problem with a new band member, I'd say to hell with them. But Danielle... is..." He tried to get a few more words out and finish his sentence, but obviously, couldn't find the right words. "She's not the only one causing a problem, here. You can't keep being like that to her. I get it if you don't like her, but she's here to help us. She's saving our asses, remember? So whatever's going on between you two... Just suck it up."
"Brendon, I-" Ryan couldn't even finish his defense before Brendon had opened the door and was walking furiously back into the room. He rolled his eyes before following Brendon inside and picking up his guitar once more, avoiding Danielle's eyes with all his might.
"Let's just get this over with," he muttered darkly before returning to his place.
Brendon counted off once more, and they continued with their rehearsal.
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