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Play Crack the Sky
A/N: Hey everyone. I'm a dumbass. I just deleted my story. Luckily I got it back on quickly but I lost all my hits and reviews. Sigh. anyway, chapter ten is finally up. so hope you all enjoy that. Thanks.
Duo’s POV
//We sent out the SOS call
It was a quarter past four in the morning
When that storm broke our second anchor line//
Duo Maxwell, age 22, nice to meet ya! I’m just sitting in my recording studio listening to my new demo. In my opinion, this is the saddest song I’d ever written in my short life. And believe me; it takes a lot of depressing thoughts to get this kind of shit out on paper. I wonder what inspired these words to form in my head this time.
“Oh well, I’ll figure it out later.” I say dismissively aloud to no one in particular. I tend to do that a lot so bare with me please.
//Four months at sea
Four months of calm seas
To be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point//
“What the fuck is that?” I hear just behind me, which makes me jump ten feet in the air.
“Jesus Christ Tro, what did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that?” I yell as I turn to look at my best friend Trowa Barton with a glare. I don’t think it works because he just rolls his eyes at me.
“Sorry, you’re usually not very easy to sneak up on.” Trowa says as he chuckles. I’m thinking of smacking him at this point.
“It’s my demo” I just want him to shut up so I can hear myself sing. Not that I’m that self centered of course but I need to be able to make sure its perfect.
“Huh?”
“Dumb ass, what I’m listening to.” Shut up, shut up, shut up.
“Are you serious? Why did you write such a morbid song?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been feeling a little morbid lately.” With that said I turn around to listen to my demo. Hoping he gets the hint and leaves me the hell alone.
//They call them rogues,
They travel fast and alone
One-hundred foot faces of God’s good ocean gone wrong//
“Oh Trowa, did you by any chance call those guys that we found for the guitar auditions yet?” I suddenly remember that the previous week was totally dedicated to finding a new lead guitarist for our band since Jake, the previous one quit because of “personal matters”. Whatever, he knows he left because he found out that Trowa and I were gay. What a stupid asshole.
“I called two. I figured that you could call the other three.”
“Thanks a lot asshole.” I glare at him as I swiftly turn around again to listen to my song. “Now shut up so I can hear this.” And before I knock you into next week. I swear to God, this is getting ridiculous. Trowa just snorts and sits down in the seat next to me in front of the recording equipment. Which I have to say is the coolest piece of shit I managed to get my hands on. It’s pretty much your standard sound board and all that crap but man the speakers. Those speakers are like a musicians dream right there. Anyway back to my song.
//What they call love is a risk
Cause you’ll always get hit
Out of nowhere by some wave
And end up on your own//
While we’re sitting there, I start to feel a little bit uneasy. I get that sometimes. Being a recovered druggie and give you nasty side effects. Ranging from being uncomfortable to hearing voices. I think I’ve experienced pretty much every side effect there is. But anyway Trowa is noticing how I’m fidgeting and he just has to open his big mouth.
“I hope you’re sticking to your promise Duo.” Trowa states knowingly as he eyes me skeptically.
“God Dimmit Trowa, I told you I’m off the stuff and I meant it! Stop thinking I’m going to relapse ok?” I’m really getting sick and tired of Trowa harping almost everyday about his past drug addiction. I figure you guys want to know about it right? Well fine here it is: Ok, so ever since I was 16, I’ve had a problem with drugs. It started out with a simple joint, but then escalated as I got older. I went from marijuana, to LSD, to coke, even so far as trying speed and acid. But the one that got me hooked was the coke. Man that shit could keep me going for days at a time. But it’s a real bitch to get rid of. Anyway, since I was 19 up until about the time I was 21, I snorted, smoked, and injected the stuff everyday all day. Luckily I had met Trowa at age 20 that helped me get into rehab and get off the stuff for good. At least Trowa hoped it was for good. He was always nervous about me relapsing, considering the kind of life I had. But that’s a story for another time.
“I don’t mean to nag Duo, it’s just that I know how you can be and you know I’m always here for you right?”
“Yeah I know Tro, I appreciate it.” I say with a smile. He doesn’t need to worry about anything. “Now would you please shut up?”
//The hole in the hull
Defied the crew’s attempts to bail us out
And flooded the engines and radio and half buried bow//
********************************
Heero’s POV
I am sitting in my dirty one bedroom apartment trying, but failing to nail a chord progression I have to learn for the audition I had coming up. I’m trying to make it in this new band called This Summer Ghost. The band seems to be doing very well considering it’s still in its early stages. I’m just glad they considered me at all. In my opinion, I’m not very good.
“Fuck, this is hopeless.” I set down my guitar and walk to the kitchen to get myself some water. I look around the kitchen for a minute glad for the fiftieth time that day that Relena’s not home. She’s my girlfriend and not a very good one either. It’s not that she’s horrible, but she’s almost there. Plus my sexual preferences have been leaning more towards the same gender recently since I’ve been talking to the lead vocalist of the band. He sounds very attractive. I look over at my guitar innocently sitting on my bed and am reminded of my current situation.
“How the hell am I going to audition if I can’t even get the damn chord progression right?” I asked the empty kitchen. I swear I’m not crazy. I tend to talk to myself when I’m under pressure. I set my glass of water on the counter and go out onto the balcony that looks over a nice view of the city below. I light up a cigarette took a long drag and leaned against the railing. I’m trying to quit but my problems aren’t helping any.
“Heero, are you home?” Speaking of one of those problems in particular…God I’m not ready for this.
“I’m on the balcony Relena.” I say not so nicely with a suffering sigh. Man I thought she’d be home late tonight. Fuck this bullshit.
“Jesus Heero, I leave you alone for one day and you trash the whole apartment.” She rants like she’s been doing it for years. I’m not a maid. I’m tempted to tell her this but I don’t want to cause unnecessary trouble.
“Just shut the hell up Relena, I’ve had a bad day.” I just mumble then took another drag from my cigarette. Damn I’m going to snap any minute I can feel it.
“Heero, I thought you quit smoking.” She says as she comes up behind me and puts her arms around my waist.
“I never said I did.” I say and try to pull away from her. If she doesn’t want me smoking, then why the hell is she hanging all over me while I’m doing it? I’ll never understand her.
“Well, I wish you would, it’s bad for you.”
“Yeah, well alcohol is bad for you too but I don’t see you quitting that.” Not that she ever will, she’s drunk half the time we’re together anyway.
“Heero, that’s different. And besides, it’s not like I drink all the time.” I just ignore that comment. I put out my cigarette in the ashtray on the outdoor table and went inside, finally managing to detach myself from Relena’s hold in the process.
“What’s wrong with you today? You seem like you’re not very happy to see me.” Relena states the obvious with a hurt look on her face.
“I just have a lot to do. I have the audition coming up and I can’t get the damn chord progression right. Plus I’m trying to write my own songs in the process and it’s stressing me out.” Not to mention I’m not that happy to see you and get out of my fucking face.
“Well, while you’ve been playing on your guitar, I was at work all day on my feet.”
“For God sake Relena, I’m trying to make money here, but you just have to remind me of how you have the job and I don’t. Well I’m sick of it. So just shut the hell up.” It’s not my fault I don’t want to run my Father’s corporation and be blamed if I screw up. Plus I’d rather do what I like doing anyway.
“I don’t need to remind you who’s paying the bills Heero.”
“You know what, I’ve had it.” I’m snapping, and no one can stop me. I walk over to the closet and pull out my duffle bag.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Leaving” I start to haphazardly pack, and am trying really hard not to physically hurt her.
“What do you mean leaving?”
“Exactly what I said.” I start walking towards the door grabbing my keys, wallet and phone.
“Fine, go ahead and leave, I don’t need you anyway.”
“Well that’s a relief because I certainly don’t need you.” With that said I pick up my guitar case and duffle bag and walk out the door.
******************************
//You’re tongue is a rudder
That steers the whole ship
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth//
I am still listening to my demo as I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder. I am calling the last person on the list that is going to audition for the guitar part. I don’t have to wait long. After two rings he picks up.
“I don’t want to hear it Relena, its over.”
“What?” Is this guy crazy? What’s he on? “Who’s Relena?”
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry I thought you were someone else.”
“Obviously. I’m Duo Maxwell. Is this Heero Yuy?” Well, crazy or not, he sounds hot. I really hope he’s better than the others.
“Yes”
“Oh good, I’m calling about your guitar audition.”
“Oh right, yeah, umm, how are you?”
“I’m fine. I was just calling to confirm that you are coming tomorrow right?” Aww, he’s so cute, I wonder if he’s always this nervous.
“Yes I’ll be there.”
“Great well then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh, ok, great, umm thank you for the opportunity.”
“No problem.” I hang up the phone and then look at it for a minute. Damn, he was kind of weird. But that’s ok. He better look as good as he sounds on the phone, that’s al I have to say.
//But the wrong words will strand you
Come off course while you sleep
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed to bits on the reef//
End Chapter One
Authors note: Oh my god writing is harder than I thought. But anyways please review and tell me what you think. Tell me if I should keep going or just quit while I’m ahead. I’d really appreciate some input.
Thanx
Duo’s POV
//We sent out the SOS call
It was a quarter past four in the morning
When that storm broke our second anchor line//
Duo Maxwell, age 22, nice to meet ya! I’m just sitting in my recording studio listening to my new demo. In my opinion, this is the saddest song I’d ever written in my short life. And believe me; it takes a lot of depressing thoughts to get this kind of shit out on paper. I wonder what inspired these words to form in my head this time.
“Oh well, I’ll figure it out later.” I say dismissively aloud to no one in particular. I tend to do that a lot so bare with me please.
//Four months at sea
Four months of calm seas
To be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point//
“What the fuck is that?” I hear just behind me, which makes me jump ten feet in the air.
“Jesus Christ Tro, what did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that?” I yell as I turn to look at my best friend Trowa Barton with a glare. I don’t think it works because he just rolls his eyes at me.
“Sorry, you’re usually not very easy to sneak up on.” Trowa says as he chuckles. I’m thinking of smacking him at this point.
“It’s my demo” I just want him to shut up so I can hear myself sing. Not that I’m that self centered of course but I need to be able to make sure its perfect.
“Huh?”
“Dumb ass, what I’m listening to.” Shut up, shut up, shut up.
“Are you serious? Why did you write such a morbid song?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been feeling a little morbid lately.” With that said I turn around to listen to my demo. Hoping he gets the hint and leaves me the hell alone.
//They call them rogues,
They travel fast and alone
One-hundred foot faces of God’s good ocean gone wrong//
“Oh Trowa, did you by any chance call those guys that we found for the guitar auditions yet?” I suddenly remember that the previous week was totally dedicated to finding a new lead guitarist for our band since Jake, the previous one quit because of “personal matters”. Whatever, he knows he left because he found out that Trowa and I were gay. What a stupid asshole.
“I called two. I figured that you could call the other three.”
“Thanks a lot asshole.” I glare at him as I swiftly turn around again to listen to my song. “Now shut up so I can hear this.” And before I knock you into next week. I swear to God, this is getting ridiculous. Trowa just snorts and sits down in the seat next to me in front of the recording equipment. Which I have to say is the coolest piece of shit I managed to get my hands on. It’s pretty much your standard sound board and all that crap but man the speakers. Those speakers are like a musicians dream right there. Anyway back to my song.
//What they call love is a risk
Cause you’ll always get hit
Out of nowhere by some wave
And end up on your own//
While we’re sitting there, I start to feel a little bit uneasy. I get that sometimes. Being a recovered druggie and give you nasty side effects. Ranging from being uncomfortable to hearing voices. I think I’ve experienced pretty much every side effect there is. But anyway Trowa is noticing how I’m fidgeting and he just has to open his big mouth.
“I hope you’re sticking to your promise Duo.” Trowa states knowingly as he eyes me skeptically.
“God Dimmit Trowa, I told you I’m off the stuff and I meant it! Stop thinking I’m going to relapse ok?” I’m really getting sick and tired of Trowa harping almost everyday about his past drug addiction. I figure you guys want to know about it right? Well fine here it is: Ok, so ever since I was 16, I’ve had a problem with drugs. It started out with a simple joint, but then escalated as I got older. I went from marijuana, to LSD, to coke, even so far as trying speed and acid. But the one that got me hooked was the coke. Man that shit could keep me going for days at a time. But it’s a real bitch to get rid of. Anyway, since I was 19 up until about the time I was 21, I snorted, smoked, and injected the stuff everyday all day. Luckily I had met Trowa at age 20 that helped me get into rehab and get off the stuff for good. At least Trowa hoped it was for good. He was always nervous about me relapsing, considering the kind of life I had. But that’s a story for another time.
“I don’t mean to nag Duo, it’s just that I know how you can be and you know I’m always here for you right?”
“Yeah I know Tro, I appreciate it.” I say with a smile. He doesn’t need to worry about anything. “Now would you please shut up?”
//The hole in the hull
Defied the crew’s attempts to bail us out
And flooded the engines and radio and half buried bow//
********************************
Heero’s POV
I am sitting in my dirty one bedroom apartment trying, but failing to nail a chord progression I have to learn for the audition I had coming up. I’m trying to make it in this new band called This Summer Ghost. The band seems to be doing very well considering it’s still in its early stages. I’m just glad they considered me at all. In my opinion, I’m not very good.
“Fuck, this is hopeless.” I set down my guitar and walk to the kitchen to get myself some water. I look around the kitchen for a minute glad for the fiftieth time that day that Relena’s not home. She’s my girlfriend and not a very good one either. It’s not that she’s horrible, but she’s almost there. Plus my sexual preferences have been leaning more towards the same gender recently since I’ve been talking to the lead vocalist of the band. He sounds very attractive. I look over at my guitar innocently sitting on my bed and am reminded of my current situation.
“How the hell am I going to audition if I can’t even get the damn chord progression right?” I asked the empty kitchen. I swear I’m not crazy. I tend to talk to myself when I’m under pressure. I set my glass of water on the counter and go out onto the balcony that looks over a nice view of the city below. I light up a cigarette took a long drag and leaned against the railing. I’m trying to quit but my problems aren’t helping any.
“Heero, are you home?” Speaking of one of those problems in particular…God I’m not ready for this.
“I’m on the balcony Relena.” I say not so nicely with a suffering sigh. Man I thought she’d be home late tonight. Fuck this bullshit.
“Jesus Heero, I leave you alone for one day and you trash the whole apartment.” She rants like she’s been doing it for years. I’m not a maid. I’m tempted to tell her this but I don’t want to cause unnecessary trouble.
“Just shut the hell up Relena, I’ve had a bad day.” I just mumble then took another drag from my cigarette. Damn I’m going to snap any minute I can feel it.
“Heero, I thought you quit smoking.” She says as she comes up behind me and puts her arms around my waist.
“I never said I did.” I say and try to pull away from her. If she doesn’t want me smoking, then why the hell is she hanging all over me while I’m doing it? I’ll never understand her.
“Well, I wish you would, it’s bad for you.”
“Yeah, well alcohol is bad for you too but I don’t see you quitting that.” Not that she ever will, she’s drunk half the time we’re together anyway.
“Heero, that’s different. And besides, it’s not like I drink all the time.” I just ignore that comment. I put out my cigarette in the ashtray on the outdoor table and went inside, finally managing to detach myself from Relena’s hold in the process.
“What’s wrong with you today? You seem like you’re not very happy to see me.” Relena states the obvious with a hurt look on her face.
“I just have a lot to do. I have the audition coming up and I can’t get the damn chord progression right. Plus I’m trying to write my own songs in the process and it’s stressing me out.” Not to mention I’m not that happy to see you and get out of my fucking face.
“Well, while you’ve been playing on your guitar, I was at work all day on my feet.”
“For God sake Relena, I’m trying to make money here, but you just have to remind me of how you have the job and I don’t. Well I’m sick of it. So just shut the hell up.” It’s not my fault I don’t want to run my Father’s corporation and be blamed if I screw up. Plus I’d rather do what I like doing anyway.
“I don’t need to remind you who’s paying the bills Heero.”
“You know what, I’ve had it.” I’m snapping, and no one can stop me. I walk over to the closet and pull out my duffle bag.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Leaving” I start to haphazardly pack, and am trying really hard not to physically hurt her.
“What do you mean leaving?”
“Exactly what I said.” I start walking towards the door grabbing my keys, wallet and phone.
“Fine, go ahead and leave, I don’t need you anyway.”
“Well that’s a relief because I certainly don’t need you.” With that said I pick up my guitar case and duffle bag and walk out the door.
******************************
//You’re tongue is a rudder
That steers the whole ship
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth//
I am still listening to my demo as I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder. I am calling the last person on the list that is going to audition for the guitar part. I don’t have to wait long. After two rings he picks up.
“I don’t want to hear it Relena, its over.”
“What?” Is this guy crazy? What’s he on? “Who’s Relena?”
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry I thought you were someone else.”
“Obviously. I’m Duo Maxwell. Is this Heero Yuy?” Well, crazy or not, he sounds hot. I really hope he’s better than the others.
“Yes”
“Oh good, I’m calling about your guitar audition.”
“Oh right, yeah, umm, how are you?”
“I’m fine. I was just calling to confirm that you are coming tomorrow right?” Aww, he’s so cute, I wonder if he’s always this nervous.
“Yes I’ll be there.”
“Great well then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh, ok, great, umm thank you for the opportunity.”
“No problem.” I hang up the phone and then look at it for a minute. Damn, he was kind of weird. But that’s ok. He better look as good as he sounds on the phone, that’s al I have to say.
//But the wrong words will strand you
Come off course while you sleep
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed to bits on the reef//
End Chapter One
Authors note: Oh my god writing is harder than I thought. But anyways please review and tell me what you think. Tell me if I should keep going or just quit while I’m ahead. I’d really appreciate some input.
Thanx