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Flynn just left Dex’s house after spending the night there. It’s just barely dawn, the sky still a deep kind of blue yet not as dark as it had been in the depths of the night. Barely anyone is awake yet and Flynn finds the quiet kind of comforting. He isn’t sure exactly what time it is as he only has his mp3 player with him. He and Dex had spent all night playing video games, watching anime and smoking weed. Flynn had came up with lyrics when he was high, but looking back, he finds them embarrassing and probably would never use them in a song. Too sappy.
Dex was still asleep when Flynn left. Though then again, when was Dex not sleeping? School starts in about two hours, and Flynn does not want to go home to see his mother after sneaking out, smoking, drinking, basically everything that would earn him a beating from his drunkard mother. His tattered, red flannel still reeks of cigarettes. He isn’t sure what to do between now and the time school starts, so he just wanders around, Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana blaring in his headphones. Teen Spirit is a bit of a guilty pleasure song for him, he claims that it’s their most popular song and ergo is for posers, but deep down he sees why it’s popular.
He wanders around for a bit, he had left his skateboard at Dex’s house and regrets it, but figures he’ll get it back either if Dex has the courtesy to bring it into school for him or next time he goes over to Dex’s place. He remembers what Dex had said about a drummer called Rowan. They’re gonna need a drummer, you can’t just have a band with no drummer, you need a beat! Dex had said he has blue hair and is hard to miss, maybe he’ll run into Rowan in school.
“I mean, if he’s a drummer, he probably also wants to join a band, right?” He thinks to himself, trying not to psyche himself out about meeting someone new. He’s always been nervous to meet new people, hell he gets nervous for band practice with Dex, and Dex is…. Dex. Point is, Dex is the chillest person you’ll ever meet and Flynn still gets nervous to have band practice with him. Oh well.
The sun is starting to come up at this point and Flynn is starting to wish he had brought his phone with him, or at least had some method of checking the time, curse his attempt to be edgy and mysterious by just bringing his mp3 player! He craves a cigarette, but as much as he doesn’t want to go home reeking of tobacco smoke, it’s not exactly gonna fly with the teachers at school either, so he decides not to increase his already pungent cigarette smell.
He figures school must be starting soon, so he heads to the local twenty-four hour convenience store to get a monster, because honestly he doesn’t have the energy to be dealing with the kids and teachers at school. No, his reliance on caffeine isn’t unhealthy, yours is! After getting his monster and paying (for once), he starts making his way to school. He got there pretty early, but there seems to be other people there, mostly just the academic try-hards who get there painfully early to discuss maths or whatever the hell nerds talk about. What would he know, he’s just a rock music enthusiast with a bit of a caffeine problem.
Jesus Christ he’s bored, remind him never to wake up early again. Most days he’d wake up fourty minutes late to his mother screaming at him to “Get his lazy ass out of bed and go the hell to school”… Her words, not his, so it’s safe to say he’s not used to early mornings and is currently only conscious due to the now half empty monster in his hands. He sits on the curb beside his school, lost in his own thoughts (mostly about Kurt Cobain and Shadow the Hedgehog) before seeing other students go in, so he decides to as well, may as well get out of the cold.
He’s walking in the halls, the flyers he put up for his band still there, somehow only slightly vandalised, when he sees a mop of blue hair, and a voice as loud as a goddamn rock concert, and Flynn realises that must be Rowan. How on earth is he so energetic this early in the morning? He decides to approach Rowan and ask him to join his band.
He approaches Rowan and taps his shoulder, the taller guy turning around to look at him.
“Oh, you’re the guy with the band right? That’s you right? or am i thinking of someone else, uhhhhhhh…” Rowan trails off, he’s speaking entirely too fast for Flynn’s sleep deprived mind to comprehend. Flynn looks at him for a second before deciding to just spit it out.
“Yeah im the guy with the band, look, my friend Dex told me you’re a drummer and we need a drummer so i was wondering if you wanna join our band. We practice in my garage, if you wanna join write your number on a piece of paper and i’ll add you later, my phone is at Dex’s.” It all spills out like word vomit and Flynn can’t decide if it’s the nerves or the caffeine addiction finally coming back to bite him in the ass.
“Sure I’ll join your band!” Rowan practically screams. He writes his number down on a piece of paper and hands it to Flynn. “I also know a singer, her name’s Natasha but most people call her Ash. She’s kind of scary. Also if you want a rhythm guitarist I know one called Mira Zhou, she’s not scary. I’ll ask them to come if you want!”
“Yeah, sure, bring them.” Flynn says while taking the piece of paper from Rowan’s hands. What kind of crack is Rowan on that he’s so loud at this time?
“Alright dude, see ya later!” Rowan responds, turning on his heel and walking off.
It leaves Flynn wondering what the hell just happened. He guesses he has a drummer now. And a vocalist and rhythm guitarist, both of which he’d never met.
Alrighty then?