Thread: English 2352 {DearestDarling & Dane Stalling}

Rose, where the fuck have you been? I've been waiting out here for half an hour, Alex demanded, his voice so loud that Rosalie had to hold the phone a few inches from her ears. She was walking quickly, her heels clicking against the floor as franticly as Kerouac at his typewriter, but it was never fast enough for that bastard. I'm coming. Chill out. Gutsy. She could afford to be, over the phone. A red jeep that was older than she was waited in the parking lot, whipping out in front of her so fast that she had to jump back to avoid getting hit. A woman screamed from the backseat, beating the driver on his shoulder, but he seemed unperturbed by the fact he had nearly killed Rosalie. The window was rolled down, and Alex barked at her through it. Get in. Half a damn hour, Rosalie. We have a gig tonight. I have shit to do. She glared icily at him, but said nothing until she had crawled into the front seat, sliding her backpack off and onto the floorboard. I told you that my class ended at three. How was I supposed to know you would come early? Exactly. Class ended at three. It's three twenty-six. Rosalie rolled her eyes, but said nothing. Arguing with Alex always proved to be fruitless. Oh yeah-- did you have Professor Campbell today? Isn't he fucking hot ?! Jessica squealed from the backseat, as the jeep swerved out of the school parking lot at a speed that was decidedly reckless. Rosalie smirked. I guess. He's weak-minded. That quality doesn't exactly get my fires going. Jessica sighed in exasperation. You're kidding me right? I'd love to complete an... extra credit assignment for him. You can tell he's ripped under that button-down and tweed... And his eyes... Mm, I'd let him bend me over his desk anytime... God, Jessica. You sound like you're in heat back there. Alex grumbled, and Jessica laughed in that odd, high-pitched way that only she could. Besides, isn't he married? Rosalie had thought she saw him wearing a wedding band not that she had looked specifically for it... Whatever. In my fantasies, he takes the ring off. The bar was loud, and they weren't even playing yet. The space was tight, a hot, black box of bodies, and it was impossible walk to the back of the bar without getting familiar with someone else's anatomy. Rosalie wasn't really feeling it after an intense practice session in Alex's garage, she felt more like blowing him and his bad attitude off, but they were getting paid in booze. There was the draw she needed. She and Jessica freshened up quickly in the bathroom as Alex unloaded their equipment, and checked in with the owner of the bar. Jessica's short, dark blue pixie cut had been teased into gravity-defying faux hawk, while Rosalie's hair had been curled into tight black ringlets, and gathered into low pigtails that framed her heart-shaped face. They were re-applying their lipgloss as Alex poked his head into the ladies' room. Hey. Barbie and... Space Girl. Get your asses out here, time to warm up. They sound tested quickly and launched into a cover-- Alex always wanted to start with covers. He thought it better grabbed an audience's attention. A spotlight, blue and slightly eerie, shone down onto Rosalie as she picked out the slow, familiar bass line of Led Zeppelin's 'Dazed and Confused', Alex's electric guitar weaving in, then out. Been dazed and confused, for so long it's not true. Wanted a woman, never bargained for you... Lots of people talking, few of them know-- soul of a woman was created below... Her voice was brooding and quiet until Jessica joined in on the drums, crescendoing into a aching wail. She looked up at the crowd, most of them milling around, talking, but a few had stopped talking mid-sentence to watch the show on stage. She recognized a few faces... Wait. Was that Luke Campbell ? She was a beat late with the next verse, but recovered quickly.