*Vic’s POV*

I asked Jaime and Tony to come over later. I wanna try them out with their guitar skills. Knowing that Kellin is doing so well with his band, I wanted to start up my own band again. This time, I promise not to take charge because Tony seems like he’ll kick your ass if you look at him wrong and Jaime is my love. And obviously, Mike is my brother.

I was moping around and didn’t have anything to do. I could work on my part of the Biology project but I’m procrastinating. I could copy someone else’s project for the part I’m doing but I don’t even have the motivation to copy. God, I’m such a bum. I finally decided that I was gonna lay down. Yeah, I know. I leaped on the couch and Mike gave me a dirty look. I kicked back and rested my head on the arm of the chair, flicking my legs on Mike’s thighs and making myself more comfortable.

“Uh, no. You gon’ have to take yo ugly ass piggies off of me. I’m not your foot rest,” Mike commented, pushing my legs off of him.

“Come on, bro. I have nothing to do,” I said, sitting up.

“Lets throw a party!” he suggested, jumping to his feet.

“Can’t. We need the house clean for later.” I got up and walked to the kitchen and pulled a Coke out of the frigde.

“Why?” Mike stood up and walked over to me.

“Cuz Jaime and Tony are coming over for a mini audition for me. I want to see if they’re any good so maybe we can start up a band again.”

“Couple things: Who the fuck is Tony? And Jaime plays an instrument? What does he play? What does Tony play? Does Tony go to our school? Who said we were gonna start a band again? And if they’re any good, are we setting up another audition with the same department?”

“That was not a couple things,” I said before taking a sip of my Coke. I decided to chug half the can and give the rest to Mike. “Tony is Jaime’s friend and-”

“Is he g-”

“No, he’s not gay. Like I was saying before I was interrupted, Jaime plays bass and Tony plays guitar. No, Tony doesn’t go to our school. Why wouldn’t we want to be a band again? It was great! I can be closer to my boyfriend and you can make a new friend. I never had a one-on-one conversation with Tony but he looks like he can kick ass. When the department is ready for us and we’re ready to audition, yes, we will try again.”

He nodded his head in agreement. I really did want to be a band again. It meant everything to me and we pretty much failed. But not this time. If we qualify for a band audition and we make it, I think I just might break down and cry of joy.

~~~

“Hime!” I blurted, shoving the door open and pulling him against me. I saw Tony locking the car and walking up the steps. He had a bass in his hand and a guitar in the other.

“Vicky!”

“Don’t call me that…”

“Sorry,” he said timidly, blushing a little.

“Watchu standing there for? Get in the house.” I moved aside for him to walk in, with Tony following behind him.

He peeked his head through the door in search of someone mysterious. “Is…is Mike home?”

“Of course he is. How are we gonna practice if he’s not?” I laughed a little. “Did you forget he’s our drummer if we start a band?”

I saw Tony walking behind Jaime. He didn’t look too happy. Maybe because he’s stuck up? I’m not really sure but it’s time he losen up a little.

“You can just put those on the couch,” I instructed as Tony walked past me, leaving the guitars rested on the couch. He didn’t say a word. He just stood there, glancing his eyes from paintings on the wall to the living room and down the hall. (Holy shit…that rhymes!) He shoved his hands in his pockets. He’s so up-tight and it’s making me uncomfortable just looking at him. If we’re gonna start practicing, he better be loose. If Jaime says Tony is fun, his fingers better be as loose as him.

I licked my lips and walked over to Tony. I gave him a manly pat on the back. “Cheer up, big boy!”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he said glancing up and down at my appearance. “Little man…” he whispered.

“You better watch what the hell you’re saying to my brother!” Mike came in, leaving no space between him and Tony.

Tony gave him a disheartened look. “What are you gonna do about it?”

The mini fued started to heat up. Jaime and I both jumped in between them, me hauling Mike away and Jaime mirroring my action with Tony.

Now that I look at these two creatures, Mike and Tony were very much alike; it was scary. They were both almost the same height and had the same style clothing. Both had a shitload of tattoos and wore snapbacks. They both had the same raging attitudes. The only difference is that neither are related to each other.

“Come on, Mike. Leave him alone. He’s just defending himself,” I added, trying to prevent him from stepping any closer to Tony.

“I wouldn’t call that defending,” Mike said, wanting to break into a fight.

“Whatever. Both of you, chill the fuck out or we’re going to have a problem,” Jaime bounced in.

“Too late,” Tony shot back.

“If you two motherfuckers don’t cooperate, we’re never going to accomplish anything. Tony, big man, step down. Mike…really? You don’t know him. Back off.” I think I smacked some common sense into them.

Jaime smiled at me. I guess that means I did something productive for the day.

They both standed their ground and backed away. I did not want to see these two go head-to-head in a death match because it wouldn’t be pretty and it wouldn’t end well that’s for sure.

“Mike, show Tony around a little. Put the guitars in the back room,” I instructed, being vigilant of Jaime walking into the kitchen.

I saw them both leave the room. That was my cue to tip toe toward Jaime and slickly snake my arms around his waist. I began to brush my lips against the back of his neck, causing him to moan slightly.

“You’re so lucky. I was finna get up in yo ass,” I heard Mike say to Tony in the other room.

Jaime and I giggled to each other. Mike is such a douche. I unwrapped my arms around him and faced him towards me. I pressed my lips against his, pushing on his cheeks and trailing my hands to his waist. Sliding my hands up his shirt, I roamed his chest and placed my hands behind his lower back.

“Get a room, ya nasties,” Tony said with a sickened look, heading over to sit on the couch.

“I agree! Honestly, Vic, can you not be touchey-feely around me with your boyfriend?” Mike asked.

Tony nodded his head in agreement.

Jaime booped my nose, causing me to smile widely at him. Ignoring Mike, I kissed Jaime’s cheek and flipped him off without looking at him.

“You want a drink, Tone?” Mike said, stepping to the fridge. “Wait, do you care if I call you Tone? It kinda just slipped out.”

“Yeah, I don’t really care. That’s my nickname anyways. Besides turtle.”

“You’re nickname is turtle? That’s awesome!”

“What, now you guys are friends?” I questioned. Weren’t they just about to have a throw-down two minutes ago?

“If we’re going to be working on music together, I might as well be nice.”

~~~

Mike started to beat the shit out his drumset for the beginning part of the song only. Then Tony started shredding his guitar to the best of his ability as well as Jaime did.

Amazing sounds filled the room. It sounded…good. A little too good to be true. I’ve never heard such wonderful sounds come out of a guitar and a bass like that. I can’t even say that Jesse and Alan did better because, well, they didn’t.

I continued to listen in on them. The whole motion of the rhythm wanted me to get up and cheer, possibly do a victory dance because it was so amazing.

They both stopped and stared at me. My jaw was dropped and I couldn’t force myself to close my mouth.

“…OH…MY…GOD!” I yelled. “That was…wow. I’m speechless.”

“Do you like it?!” Jaime blurted, jumping to his feet.

“I fucking love it! DAMN!”

~~~

It’s been 3 weeks and we’ve been getting our practicing on. Tony and Jaime agreed to be in Yesterday’s Mistakes. We already decided that we wanted a reconstruction of the name but we don’t know what to change it to…yet. There’s a variety of band names to choose from but we didn’t a have damn clue what to name ourselves. It will come down the line eventually.

Jaime and Tony came over again. The song I played acoustic to when I sang to Jaime is the song we were all working on. Of course, the lyrics remained the same but we had to make it sound like an actual band is playing it of one person.

Mike and Tony started to get along very well. I thought he was stuck up and mean but he’s just really quiet; he doesn’t like to say much. I’m guessing he’s well reserved and very known of his surroundings. I know he’s a year older than us (besides Mike) but he should loosen up a little. It feels like he has negative energy and he's giving it to me.

“One more time guys! It sounds great! Just one last round for me to be satisfied,” I said. I know I said wouldn’t control anyone (even though I‘m not) it has to be perfect if we want to make it into the finals or even the auditions. We didn’t even pass the auditions last time with my previous band members when we did Yeah Boy and Doll Face. My new band will work on it.

“Thank guys. I love it. You don’t know how much this means to me,” I said, standing up and walking over to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle.

“Hey, get me one!” Mike yelled, already having his arm prolonged to me, stretching it as far as he could.

I pulled out 3 more water bottles and tossed one to Mike, then Jaime, and lastly, Tony.

Now that I really got to know Tony, he’s so shy. He just sits there and doesn’t do anything. He listens and does what he’s told. It actually makes me smile if that makes any sense. Mike should be more like him and shut the fuck up...or at least, from time to time.

“Alright guys, we need a name,” I said, sitting down on the couch and throwing my head back to lay on the arm rest.

We all looked at each other with absolute puzzlement.

“Ummm…what’s wrong with Yesterday’s Mistakes?” Mike directed towards me.

“It has the word “mistakes” in it,” Tony said, shooting him a glare. “We don’t want to make mistakes. We wanna be the best we can be.”

Damn straight, I thought to myself.

“He’s right, Mike. It’s not gonna work anymore,” Jaime added.

“Ok, smartasses, what are your ideas?” Mikes shot back and sipped on his water.

“I got nothing,” Jaime said, staring in my direction.

“Same,” I agreed. This was harder than I thought it would be.

Tony stayed quiet and let us do all the talking; nothing new there.

“Maybe something will come to us tomorrow. School always pulls shit out of our asses.”

“Ewww,” Mike laughed. “But that’s so true.”

“So all we need now is a name and we can start filling out the documented agreement to audition,” I said, showing them the paper and placing it in my pocket.

We need to make it past the audition if we ever intend to be in the finals. I just hope we don’t run up against a band that we know.

Notes

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