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Ch. 5: I'm No Superman
2 reviewsAssisted Revenge works on their album and Alicia gives a try at writing a song for a change.
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I have no clue how making a record works, so I took a shot in the dark. I would've updated sooner, but I was at Washington DC for a school trip. So I wrote in my notebook. And I think the story benefitted from it.
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We were working on the album so much. It was a relief that we were on spring break half the month, or else we would've never catched up. Working with Patrick in the studio was so much fun. It was really weird hearing my voice on playback. Did I really sound like that? Man. Keith had brought his video camera and insisted on filming us, as though it was a documentary.
"Smile for the camera!" Keith said, popping up in my face.
"For the last freaking time," I said, rolling my eyes, "I'm trying to write. It's either a new song or a new drummer on this album. You pick, drummer boy."
"Somebody's cranky." Keith grumbled, putting the camera away.
"Sorry," I sighed,"You know I can't write poetry or lyrics for crap. It's usually Brandon who comes up with them."
"Well he's got enough to write about." Keith snorted, "Wait- if he... why are you writing lyrics then?"
"I have no clue," I replied, "It's just for one song. Brandon figures I have good stuff to write about."
"Do you?"
"I don't like talking about my past," I said, "He thinks it would be good for me to write about it. Only I do. Just not in lyric form. I stink at rhyming."
"What do you have so far?"
"Only the chorus."
"Very productive."
"Shut up. I've been composing as I write."
"Well then sing, you retard."
"Fine.
Take away all the pain.
Cleanse me, let me feel the rain.
I don't want to feel it another day.
Take it away, Take it away."
"Jeez. Dark much?" he asked. I smiled sheepishly. "Wait it sounds suicidal,'take away the pain?' Don't tell me you're-"
"I'm not." I grimaced, with a roll of my eyes, "Its more of a... 'give me pain meds' song."
"Haha. Pillpopper?"
"Shut up. You always go to the worst conclusion," I said, "I'm not a pillpopper, you know that."
"And I hope you know that I never turned off my camera." Keith said, shaking his camera lightly over his head.
"Rawr." I growled and went back to writing.
"How's writing?" Brandon walked in.
"Horrid." I said in fake cheer.
"Lemme see." He took my notebook. I really didn't care if he saw them. I trusted him completely.
“Wow.” He said, “Deep.” I nodded.
“Do you have music for it?”
“You better believe she has music.” Keith snorted.
“Shut up.” I said shyly, slapping Keith. I sang the chorus again.
“Jeez,” Brandon laughed, “You’re unbelievable. You’re like a freaking superman.”
I snorted. That was funny.
“In what freaky universe am I a superman?” I asked with a laugh.
“Apparently mine.” He smiled. Keith made a gagging noise and I punched him again. Then I hugged Brandon.
“So its been two weeks…” Keith started, “Can you guys wait until next week so I can get some money?” I hit Keith harder.
“We aren’t going to do anything!” Brandon couldn’t help laughing as he said that, and I was smiling.
“Geez. I couldn’t help asking.” Keith said, rubbing his side where I punched him. “With you crazy people, you never know.” This time Brandon hit him.
In another half hour I finished the song in the company of Brandon and Keith. Then Patrick and Shane walked in. Thanks to Patrick, Shane was starting to come out of his shell... just a little bit.
“What are you guys doing?” Patrick asked.
“Well, about thirty minutes ago Brandon punched me…” Keith complained. Shane punched him.
“You probably deserved it.” He said with a grin.
“So, seriously, what were you doing?” Patrick asked again.
“I was writing lyrics.” I replied.
“Can I see?” Patrick asked.
“Sure.” I handed over my notebook.
“Jeez.” He said raising his eyebrow.
“My words exactly.” Brandon laughed.
“Do you have music for it?” For the third time that day I sang it.
“Do you have any guitar for it at all?”
“No.” I admitted.
“Well how about something like this?” Patrick pulled out a guitar and started strumming.
“Yeah… how about this for this part here?” Shane pulled out his guitar out too. Soon all of us, besides Keith, had out a guitar or bass. Soon we finished the guitar and bass parts.
“Done!” Brandon cheered.
“Wait-what about drums?” Patrick asked.
“I just come up with something the first time we play it and I stick with it unless its really bad.” Keith said with a shrug, “I think I have a good idea though.”
Patrick shook his head in disbelief.
“Well let’s play it then. We should hear it all together.” Shane proposed.
“Sure.” And we began to play. Perfect.
“It’s perfect!” I cheered once we were done.
And it was.
“Once this is recorded I think the record will be done,” Patrick said with a smile, “Wow. Thirteen songs in two weeks.”
“Well, we already had 4 or 5 written and Brandon had ideas.” Keith said modestly.
“Still.” Patrick said, “So, what are we going to call this masterpiece?”
“Take It Away.” I said with a nod.
“Well let’s go down to the studio then.” Patrick said getting up.
“Will it still be open?” Shane asked.
“Yeah. Its open pretty much 24/7.”
“Okay let’s go.” I said. And we set off.
An hour later the album was finished. Our self titled album, Assisted Revenge, was finished. All that was needed was album artwork.
“I volunteer Alicia to make it!” Brandon said.
“I second that!” Keith yelled (he had an adrenaline rush).
“I third that!” Shane laughed.
“I finalize it.” Patrick grinned.
“Okay, Okay.” I laughed, “What should be on it?”
“The title in sweet letters.” Keith said.
“No shit.” I rolled my eyes. “What else?”
“Maybe... a… cartoon character. An animal. Almost like Happy Tree Friends.” Brandon suggested.
I started drawing. A bear sort of thing with a guitar and its fist in the air...
“Done.” I showed it to them.
“Geez. Are you sure you aren’t superman?” Brandon asked.
“Completely.” I replied.
“That really is good though.” Patrick commented.
“Thanks. But someone else has to color it. I can’t color.” I said. Shane took it and scanned it onto the computer. He then colored it in on some computer program and printed it up.
“Ta Da!” he announced.
“Haha,” I laughed, “It’s perfect!”
“We’re now officially done!” Keith cried out.
“Not exactly.” Patrick contradicted, “Cover jacket.”
We laughed at that.
Once we were done with that we were finally done. All the creases had been filled.
I should’ve been relived but I couldn’t help but wonder: How would the record sell? Would people like it? What lies ahead?
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okay people. I need a past for brandon or else i'm going to take shane's past and give it to brandon and then shane will have a crappy past that i come up with at the last minute. i can do one more chapter without his past and then i NEED IT. so please when you review, state some ideas. pretty please.
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We were working on the album so much. It was a relief that we were on spring break half the month, or else we would've never catched up. Working with Patrick in the studio was so much fun. It was really weird hearing my voice on playback. Did I really sound like that? Man. Keith had brought his video camera and insisted on filming us, as though it was a documentary.
"Smile for the camera!" Keith said, popping up in my face.
"For the last freaking time," I said, rolling my eyes, "I'm trying to write. It's either a new song or a new drummer on this album. You pick, drummer boy."
"Somebody's cranky." Keith grumbled, putting the camera away.
"Sorry," I sighed,"You know I can't write poetry or lyrics for crap. It's usually Brandon who comes up with them."
"Well he's got enough to write about." Keith snorted, "Wait- if he... why are you writing lyrics then?"
"I have no clue," I replied, "It's just for one song. Brandon figures I have good stuff to write about."
"Do you?"
"I don't like talking about my past," I said, "He thinks it would be good for me to write about it. Only I do. Just not in lyric form. I stink at rhyming."
"What do you have so far?"
"Only the chorus."
"Very productive."
"Shut up. I've been composing as I write."
"Well then sing, you retard."
"Fine.
Take away all the pain.
Cleanse me, let me feel the rain.
I don't want to feel it another day.
Take it away, Take it away."
"Jeez. Dark much?" he asked. I smiled sheepishly. "Wait it sounds suicidal,'take away the pain?' Don't tell me you're-"
"I'm not." I grimaced, with a roll of my eyes, "Its more of a... 'give me pain meds' song."
"Haha. Pillpopper?"
"Shut up. You always go to the worst conclusion," I said, "I'm not a pillpopper, you know that."
"And I hope you know that I never turned off my camera." Keith said, shaking his camera lightly over his head.
"Rawr." I growled and went back to writing.
"How's writing?" Brandon walked in.
"Horrid." I said in fake cheer.
"Lemme see." He took my notebook. I really didn't care if he saw them. I trusted him completely.
“Wow.” He said, “Deep.” I nodded.
“Do you have music for it?”
“You better believe she has music.” Keith snorted.
“Shut up.” I said shyly, slapping Keith. I sang the chorus again.
“Jeez,” Brandon laughed, “You’re unbelievable. You’re like a freaking superman.”
I snorted. That was funny.
“In what freaky universe am I a superman?” I asked with a laugh.
“Apparently mine.” He smiled. Keith made a gagging noise and I punched him again. Then I hugged Brandon.
“So its been two weeks…” Keith started, “Can you guys wait until next week so I can get some money?” I hit Keith harder.
“We aren’t going to do anything!” Brandon couldn’t help laughing as he said that, and I was smiling.
“Geez. I couldn’t help asking.” Keith said, rubbing his side where I punched him. “With you crazy people, you never know.” This time Brandon hit him.
In another half hour I finished the song in the company of Brandon and Keith. Then Patrick and Shane walked in. Thanks to Patrick, Shane was starting to come out of his shell... just a little bit.
“What are you guys doing?” Patrick asked.
“Well, about thirty minutes ago Brandon punched me…” Keith complained. Shane punched him.
“You probably deserved it.” He said with a grin.
“So, seriously, what were you doing?” Patrick asked again.
“I was writing lyrics.” I replied.
“Can I see?” Patrick asked.
“Sure.” I handed over my notebook.
“Jeez.” He said raising his eyebrow.
“My words exactly.” Brandon laughed.
“Do you have music for it?” For the third time that day I sang it.
“Do you have any guitar for it at all?”
“No.” I admitted.
“Well how about something like this?” Patrick pulled out a guitar and started strumming.
“Yeah… how about this for this part here?” Shane pulled out his guitar out too. Soon all of us, besides Keith, had out a guitar or bass. Soon we finished the guitar and bass parts.
“Done!” Brandon cheered.
“Wait-what about drums?” Patrick asked.
“I just come up with something the first time we play it and I stick with it unless its really bad.” Keith said with a shrug, “I think I have a good idea though.”
Patrick shook his head in disbelief.
“Well let’s play it then. We should hear it all together.” Shane proposed.
“Sure.” And we began to play. Perfect.
“It’s perfect!” I cheered once we were done.
And it was.
“Once this is recorded I think the record will be done,” Patrick said with a smile, “Wow. Thirteen songs in two weeks.”
“Well, we already had 4 or 5 written and Brandon had ideas.” Keith said modestly.
“Still.” Patrick said, “So, what are we going to call this masterpiece?”
“Take It Away.” I said with a nod.
“Well let’s go down to the studio then.” Patrick said getting up.
“Will it still be open?” Shane asked.
“Yeah. Its open pretty much 24/7.”
“Okay let’s go.” I said. And we set off.
An hour later the album was finished. Our self titled album, Assisted Revenge, was finished. All that was needed was album artwork.
“I volunteer Alicia to make it!” Brandon said.
“I second that!” Keith yelled (he had an adrenaline rush).
“I third that!” Shane laughed.
“I finalize it.” Patrick grinned.
“Okay, Okay.” I laughed, “What should be on it?”
“The title in sweet letters.” Keith said.
“No shit.” I rolled my eyes. “What else?”
“Maybe... a… cartoon character. An animal. Almost like Happy Tree Friends.” Brandon suggested.
I started drawing. A bear sort of thing with a guitar and its fist in the air...
“Done.” I showed it to them.
“Geez. Are you sure you aren’t superman?” Brandon asked.
“Completely.” I replied.
“That really is good though.” Patrick commented.
“Thanks. But someone else has to color it. I can’t color.” I said. Shane took it and scanned it onto the computer. He then colored it in on some computer program and printed it up.
“Ta Da!” he announced.
“Haha,” I laughed, “It’s perfect!”
“We’re now officially done!” Keith cried out.
“Not exactly.” Patrick contradicted, “Cover jacket.”
We laughed at that.
Once we were done with that we were finally done. All the creases had been filled.
I should’ve been relived but I couldn’t help but wonder: How would the record sell? Would people like it? What lies ahead?
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okay people. I need a past for brandon or else i'm going to take shane's past and give it to brandon and then shane will have a crappy past that i come up with at the last minute. i can do one more chapter without his past and then i NEED IT. so please when you review, state some ideas. pretty please.
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