Fuentes Time

Today is the first practice that Dad has ever seen. I'm a little nervous about it actually. His voice is better than mine. Dad's voice can go higher than mine. We're not as good as Pierce The Veil. I think if we were it would be weird. We mess up sometimes. I know Dad will take in my lyrics, then I'll have to explain the meaning behind them.
We were setting up at V's when the door knocked. I put my note book down and went to answer it. I looked through the peep hole and saw Dad wasn't on his own. He'd brought Mike, Tony and Jaime with him. I opened the door and smiled.
"Effy." Dad smiled and pulled me into a hug.
"Hi Dad." I smiled.
"Hi kid." Mike grinned and hugged me as he came in.
"This place is . . . interesting..." Tony trailed away.
"Thanks." I rolled my eyes.
"Why do you practice in the scary part of town?" Jaime complained.
"Great to see you too, Jaime." I mocked.
"Ha ha." he grumbled dryly. I closed the door and walked into the second bedroom where everything was set up. I watched Mike collapse down onto the couch and glare at James.
"Mike." I hissed.
"I still don't like you." Mike told James plainly.
"Um okay..." James trailed away.
"Start." Dad urged.
"Who's on drums?" Mike asked.
"That'd be me." V said proudly.
"I remember you." he laughed.
"Okay, guys." I said. I stood in front of the mic and took it in my hands.
"Which one, Ef'?" Fay asked.
"Um. . . let's go for 'Losing It'. I want to work that in when we play at The Lighthouse in a few weeks." I explained.
"Got it." Matt smiled.
I heard the intro start and I nodded my head in time to the music. I looked at Fay and he winked at me. "Alright." Fay sang softly.
"I dropped down, out of my head." I came in. "Been fed. Is this it? I'm stuck in a dream." I gripped the mic tighter and walked around a little. I smirked down.
"It's dark. Splashes of colours from your eyes. They light it up. Give me hope. Maybe I'll wake.
"Pull me back. Pull me through. Talk to me. Tell me, friend. Keep me sane. Keep me here. I'm melting your feel."
"Melting your feel." Fay sang. Dad was watching me carefully and nodding his head in time with the music.
"There's a monster. He's on my flight. He's screaming. My ears are bleeding. Can't see the light.
"Call my name. I need it now. Was it worth it? I'm sick. It's hell.
"Pull me back. Pull me through. Talk to me. Tell me, friend. Keep me sane. Keep me here. I'm melting your feel."
"Melting your feel." Fay came in.
"Hold me close." I sang. "Convince me I'm here. Not there. I'm sorry. No air. I can't breathe.
"I'll need a drink to forget it all. Is that okay? Will you stay? I'll lose my mind without your touch.
"Pull me back. Pull me through. Talk to me. Tell me, friend. Keep me sane. Keep me here. I'm melting your feel."
"Melting your feel." Fay sang.
"I could do with some clarity. There's a man watching me. He's eyeing up my legs. He's scaring me. Help me. The walls are closing in.
"Is it over now? Can I breathe? Is it safe to get to my feet? I hope so. You're here. Kiss me. Never again." I finished. I put my mic down and looked at Dad. He was smiling lightly back at me. I bit my lip and he nodded.
"Good." he confirmed.
"Really?" I asked excitedly.
"Really." Jaime confirmed for me.
"That song would be good with a breakdown in. You could play the board a little." Tony told Matt.
"Okay. We'll write it in." Matt agreed.
"Any tips?" V asked Mike.
"Not for shows. When you practice though I'd lower the symbols. That way you won't hit them so hard and they'll get less damaged." he explained.
"And me?" James asked.
"You don't suit snapbacks. You look like a dick." Mike said to James, making me laugh.
"When we get home I'm teaching you vocal warm ups. That way you can reach the higher notes without straining. The worst thing is when you lose your voice or it starts going. You don't want that. If that happens I'm putting you on vocal rest." Dad said firmly.
"Okay." I nodded.
"Let's get drinks." Mike told me.
"Okay." I agreed. I walked out of the room and into the kitchen. I already knew what was coming. I jumped up to sit up on the counter Mike jumped up too. "Careful you don't break it." I teased.
"Oh shut up." Mike laughed and messed up my hair.
"Hey." I glared.
"So . . . you wrote that song." he urged.
"I did." I nodded.
"What did you take when you wrote it?" he asked casually.
"Actually I wrote it back when I was in England. I may or may not have taken a tab." I looked down.
"Acid?" he asked excitedly. "Fuck, you are my niece."
"You telling my dad?"
"No. If he works it out on his own though so be it."
"You're like the only uncle in the world that doesn't care about me taking drugs." I laughed.
"Well." he smirked. "Let me guess. Bad trip?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"What happened?"
"I took tab at this party I went to. The trip was so bad. I was seeing all kind of shit. My then boyfriend, Danny was with me trying to convince me I was okay. After it passed I was so spaced out that I ran away from everyone and slept in a graveyard."
"You slept in a graveyard?" he laughed.
"Yeah, I woke up in an open grave."
"Did you feel weird a few days after?" Mike asked.
"I felt like I had too many thoughts in my head. I started smoking more to try and focus on something. I'm okay now." I shrugged.
"The same happened when I took it. It was at a concert actually. But never again. . . I can not do acid."
"Must run in the family." I said and jumped down from the counter. I grabbed some drinks and Mike followed me back into the room. I handed them out and Dad smiled widely at me. Even if I did take a tab, he's still proud of me.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? The lyrics are mine again and they're also copyrighted so don't steal them! I just want to say that there's truth in the story, but I didn't take acid. I just want to make that clear ;) anyway how're you liking PTV's new favourite band? :)