Battling For Me Ch.19
Previously on Dfectiv 3maj!n8shun: Ev got her stitches out and while that was happening Teniji couldn't get his mind off of her. Or her hand off of his. He still loves her but can he actually have her? To find out you must read on!!
Evelyn’s Point of View
Our CD is released and we’re waiting for the response of the fans. Clark had said that if we sold at least one million copies he would set dates for us. Meaning, we get to tour!! Professionally. Within a big dome/center, in a touring bus, more fans, and a lot more stuff!! This is amazing! We’re finding out about how our CD is doing by going to the Internet, the newspaper, magazines, and the TV.
We’re practicing down on the 3rd floor. We just got a new song in to our schedule so that means everything is going smooth.
“Alright, how bout we start on the 2nd to last chorus cause I need to get that down,” Souta said as he fumbled with his guitar.
“Ok. 1 2 3,” Kenji started us off, hitting his drumsticks.
“The world~
It seems to fade
Into that… dark, cloudy shade
Where manipulation
Has taken place~
Take me out of here!
I’m struggling for more air~
As you watch…me~ fall apart
The world seems colder
The ashes on my shoulder
Burn~
Like the sun, like your eyes
Watch me run, Watch me fly~
Get away from all these lies
The world~
It seems to fade
Into that… dark, cloudy shade of yours
Where manipulation has taken shore~
Watch me fall, watch you die
As the world starts to cry
Like the sea, it washes all the pain
Like a record, it starts all over again~” I sang.
The music stops and a small crowd of claps were heard. We all stood up straight and did a bow, curtsy, or both. That’s our new song called “Manipulating Manus”. Very meaningful. Manus means hand in Latin.
“Ok. That’s it for the day. We’ve already practiced seven songs. So tomorrow we’ll do seven more,” Clark said getting up from the couch.
Bri and Ken are home with us. They both are looking for jobs right now. So that explains the newspapers too. Rachel had gone to work like any other day. She works from 7:45 - 4:35 Sundays - Thursdays and right now its 3:28.
We practice early because then we can have the energy we need to produce our instruments to utmost perfection. Though perfection does not exist. It’s good enough. Clark also wanted us to get use to the unusual hours because we have to get ready at all times. Like sometimes we’ll go on without having a schedule. So he gives us different times to work everyday. Luckily for us we never practice before 12 in the afternoon.
Well today we started right after 12. We were out of it but we kept doing it and it gave us a wake up call.
We went upstairs to make some lunch. I made spaghetti for everyone. It was only Bri and I in the kitchen; the boys were waiting in the living room.
“Isn’t this supposed to be made for dinner?” Bri asked as she looked over my shoulders. I was stirring the spaghetti sauce.
“Ay, in this house, when you’re cooking, you make the rules. So go sit down little missy,” I said as I got the noodles out of its pot and drained it over the sink.
“You know I’m older than you by five years,” she said.
I placed the noodles in a bowl and added butter and some herbs. I had no come back for that so I just shrugged.
“No comeback?” she asked and wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me.
“Stop. I have to make lunch,” I said giggling a bit. I set the bowl of noodles, covered with tin foil, at the dining table. She had let me go but followed behind me. I turned around and bumped into her because she was so close.
I felt something coming from her. Not like she was possessed or anything. Like aroused. And as soon as I thought of that she placed her lips on mine. This is...different. She hardly ever made the first move. It’s turning me on a bit.
Her hands ventured around my clothed figure, I stood shock for a moment but soon enjoyed it. I opened my mouth and she entered forcefully but passionately. Her hands found the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up she started feeling my naked mid-drift. Our tongues entwined, defending its haven.
“Hey do you guys need help?” Kenji asked behind us oblivious until sight was seen.
“WOAHO!!! YEA!!” Kenji started jumping around, and started to pretend to be some cameraman. We stopped there. I glared at him but Bri was smiling. She was enjoying this. The moment lasted for a minute; it was quick. I regained myself and went back into the kitchen with the others.
“Kenji can you set the table?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said grinning and went to the cupboards.
Bri was still behind me.
“Now you’re the demanding one,” I whispered to her, turning off the stove. She just smiled and kissed me on the lips.
“I’m going to call the boys,” she said skipping to the stairway.
Lunch was served. The boys kind of had a “wah?” look to the spaghetti but they ate it.
“Wow. What a beautiful sight!” Kenji said as everyone got done eating.
“Don’t you mean food?” Ken asked.
I tightened my grip on my fork. Lucky for him he was sitting far from me, so I couldn’t jab anything at him. Bri’s hand gently cupped my tensioned hand. It calmed me down a tad bit.
“Yeah food,” Kenji had this deceiving voice that made me want to go blech on him.
“O..K,” the others said slowly.
“I’m done,” Kenji said and walked with his dishes to the kitchen and back to his room.
“Me too,” I said with an evil smirk following his routine.
He had already left downstairs.
“Can you guys clean up? Thanks,” I said and flew downstairs without hearing a reply. I was fast because of our lifestyle but he was faster. No wonder why he can outrun that track star girl of his.
He ran into his room and pushed the door to close but my foot was in the way. OUCH!!!
“Kenji! Let me in!!”
“No! You’re going to kill me!!”
“Well you deserve it!!” I tried pushing the door with my body weight but his body weight was doing the same.
“Come on!!” I continued.
“No!!”
ERGH!!!
I pushed the door with the strength of anger. He kind of stepped back in surprise. I closed the door and locked it. Turned around with a wide evil grin.
“Heheh”
He backed away.
“No. Don’t. Do~n’t. Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!”
He yelled as I tackled him. I started tickling him at Achilles heel (his weakest point)-his belly. He is immune to the belly unless you know the technique and lucky for me I know it.
“Hahahaha. Stop! Ahahhahaha. STOP!!”
I didn’t. This continued for a good long 13 minutes. He was crying, he was aching, he was going to kill me!!!
“My stomach,” he moaned, “it hurts.”
“Then my assassination is completed,” I said getting off of him.
“You know your evil,” he said, still lying on the floor.
“Yeah. I know,” I said unlocking the door.
“I’m going to get you for it!” He yelled through the door as I closed it and walked down the hallway.
“Yeah. Yeah. I know,” I said walking upstairs.
Great day. We had a little feud. It wasn’t anything serious or big, it was more like child’s play. We’d always play fight in public. Most of the times I would win but I bet he was just doing it.
Days passed and it seems we have sold……………MILLIONS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! We’re going to tour! O yeah! I was dancing once we heard the news from MTV. We all instantly got to work; Clark is on the phone setting up our schedules, while the rest went downstairs and practiced our songs. We changed some notes, the range of my voice and such, with the help of our own personal teacher, Bri.
Let’s see here’s our song names:
Closing My Eyes
With You
Losing Eternally
Sweet Poison
I’m Sorry
Romance You’d Loved To Hate
Liquid Love
Mulatto Love
Let Us Go
The Truth (Opera Version)
The Truth (Rock Version)
Do Not Enter, Prepare To Exit
Winter
Vociferous
The Abhorrent Killer
Manipulative Manus
Yes I know. Vociferous is another band but it has a meaning to it; Vociferous means noisy; clamorous. So there you have it. Your long awaited answer to why the name Vociferous.
All of the songs were made by me, but with the help of the band. They said it would be easier if I did it because I already made up most of the songs and my only instrument is my voice. We had agreed that if anybody made a song, just tell the group and we’ll decide to: who sings and what plays well with the song. It’s really an open band.
Now we’re practicing one song at a time. We get to work on what we hate and like so we could perform it on how we like it. We want it to be like - “They sound much better live than CD” - because some bands are like that and vice versa.
Days passed and we’ve been working harder than usual but always found time to eat right and have fun doing what we are doing. Clark said that the touring wouldn’t start until next month. It’s July so that means August is when we start touring. Jeeze autumn/ winter tour that sucks for the fans. I hope they come though. Hopefully it’s inside too.
(Author’s note: “Yeah…ummm. Just to let you know the name of the songs are actual songs. And they are actually written by me. So yeah, didn’t really want you to think that I just made up names for no reason. Heh.)
©Copyright 2005-2007 3maj1n_dfectiv (LiveJournal ID: 7939218) All rights reserved.
©Copyright 2005-2007 o0PhiliaHaima0o (Quizilla ID: 1977972) All rights reserved.
©Copyright 2005-2007 Xenos-N-Virulent (MediaMiner ID: 133008) All rights reserved. This story is copyrighted. Any copying or distributing is prohibited by law. All ideas, characters, personalities, events, and names belong to Ni KuVa and are not to be copied, stolen, or used out of context without the writer's consent.
Evelyn’s Point of View
Our CD is released and we’re waiting for the response of the fans. Clark had said that if we sold at least one million copies he would set dates for us. Meaning, we get to tour!! Professionally. Within a big dome/center, in a touring bus, more fans, and a lot more stuff!! This is amazing! We’re finding out about how our CD is doing by going to the Internet, the newspaper, magazines, and the TV.
We’re practicing down on the 3rd floor. We just got a new song in to our schedule so that means everything is going smooth.
“Alright, how bout we start on the 2nd to last chorus cause I need to get that down,” Souta said as he fumbled with his guitar.
“Ok. 1 2 3,” Kenji started us off, hitting his drumsticks.
“The world~
It seems to fade
Into that… dark, cloudy shade
Where manipulation
Has taken place~
Take me out of here!
I’m struggling for more air~
As you watch…me~ fall apart
The world seems colder
The ashes on my shoulder
Burn~
Like the sun, like your eyes
Watch me run, Watch me fly~
Get away from all these lies
The world~
It seems to fade
Into that… dark, cloudy shade of yours
Where manipulation has taken shore~
Watch me fall, watch you die
As the world starts to cry
Like the sea, it washes all the pain
Like a record, it starts all over again~” I sang.
The music stops and a small crowd of claps were heard. We all stood up straight and did a bow, curtsy, or both. That’s our new song called “Manipulating Manus”. Very meaningful. Manus means hand in Latin.
“Ok. That’s it for the day. We’ve already practiced seven songs. So tomorrow we’ll do seven more,” Clark said getting up from the couch.
Bri and Ken are home with us. They both are looking for jobs right now. So that explains the newspapers too. Rachel had gone to work like any other day. She works from 7:45 - 4:35 Sundays - Thursdays and right now its 3:28.
We practice early because then we can have the energy we need to produce our instruments to utmost perfection. Though perfection does not exist. It’s good enough. Clark also wanted us to get use to the unusual hours because we have to get ready at all times. Like sometimes we’ll go on without having a schedule. So he gives us different times to work everyday. Luckily for us we never practice before 12 in the afternoon.
Well today we started right after 12. We were out of it but we kept doing it and it gave us a wake up call.
We went upstairs to make some lunch. I made spaghetti for everyone. It was only Bri and I in the kitchen; the boys were waiting in the living room.
“Isn’t this supposed to be made for dinner?” Bri asked as she looked over my shoulders. I was stirring the spaghetti sauce.
“Ay, in this house, when you’re cooking, you make the rules. So go sit down little missy,” I said as I got the noodles out of its pot and drained it over the sink.
“You know I’m older than you by five years,” she said.
I placed the noodles in a bowl and added butter and some herbs. I had no come back for that so I just shrugged.
“No comeback?” she asked and wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me.
“Stop. I have to make lunch,” I said giggling a bit. I set the bowl of noodles, covered with tin foil, at the dining table. She had let me go but followed behind me. I turned around and bumped into her because she was so close.
I felt something coming from her. Not like she was possessed or anything. Like aroused. And as soon as I thought of that she placed her lips on mine. This is...different. She hardly ever made the first move. It’s turning me on a bit.
Her hands ventured around my clothed figure, I stood shock for a moment but soon enjoyed it. I opened my mouth and she entered forcefully but passionately. Her hands found the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up she started feeling my naked mid-drift. Our tongues entwined, defending its haven.
“Hey do you guys need help?” Kenji asked behind us oblivious until sight was seen.
“WOAHO!!! YEA!!” Kenji started jumping around, and started to pretend to be some cameraman. We stopped there. I glared at him but Bri was smiling. She was enjoying this. The moment lasted for a minute; it was quick. I regained myself and went back into the kitchen with the others.
“Kenji can you set the table?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said grinning and went to the cupboards.
Bri was still behind me.
“Now you’re the demanding one,” I whispered to her, turning off the stove. She just smiled and kissed me on the lips.
“I’m going to call the boys,” she said skipping to the stairway.
Lunch was served. The boys kind of had a “wah?” look to the spaghetti but they ate it.
“Wow. What a beautiful sight!” Kenji said as everyone got done eating.
“Don’t you mean food?” Ken asked.
I tightened my grip on my fork. Lucky for him he was sitting far from me, so I couldn’t jab anything at him. Bri’s hand gently cupped my tensioned hand. It calmed me down a tad bit.
“Yeah food,” Kenji had this deceiving voice that made me want to go blech on him.
“O..K,” the others said slowly.
“I’m done,” Kenji said and walked with his dishes to the kitchen and back to his room.
“Me too,” I said with an evil smirk following his routine.
He had already left downstairs.
“Can you guys clean up? Thanks,” I said and flew downstairs without hearing a reply. I was fast because of our lifestyle but he was faster. No wonder why he can outrun that track star girl of his.
He ran into his room and pushed the door to close but my foot was in the way. OUCH!!!
“Kenji! Let me in!!”
“No! You’re going to kill me!!”
“Well you deserve it!!” I tried pushing the door with my body weight but his body weight was doing the same.
“Come on!!” I continued.
“No!!”
ERGH!!!
I pushed the door with the strength of anger. He kind of stepped back in surprise. I closed the door and locked it. Turned around with a wide evil grin.
“Heheh”
He backed away.
“No. Don’t. Do~n’t. Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!”
He yelled as I tackled him. I started tickling him at Achilles heel (his weakest point)-his belly. He is immune to the belly unless you know the technique and lucky for me I know it.
“Hahahaha. Stop! Ahahhahaha. STOP!!”
I didn’t. This continued for a good long 13 minutes. He was crying, he was aching, he was going to kill me!!!
“My stomach,” he moaned, “it hurts.”
“Then my assassination is completed,” I said getting off of him.
“You know your evil,” he said, still lying on the floor.
“Yeah. I know,” I said unlocking the door.
“I’m going to get you for it!” He yelled through the door as I closed it and walked down the hallway.
“Yeah. Yeah. I know,” I said walking upstairs.
Great day. We had a little feud. It wasn’t anything serious or big, it was more like child’s play. We’d always play fight in public. Most of the times I would win but I bet he was just doing it.
Days passed and it seems we have sold……………MILLIONS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! We’re going to tour! O yeah! I was dancing once we heard the news from MTV. We all instantly got to work; Clark is on the phone setting up our schedules, while the rest went downstairs and practiced our songs. We changed some notes, the range of my voice and such, with the help of our own personal teacher, Bri.
Let’s see here’s our song names:
Closing My Eyes
With You
Losing Eternally
Sweet Poison
I’m Sorry
Romance You’d Loved To Hate
Liquid Love
Mulatto Love
Let Us Go
The Truth (Opera Version)
The Truth (Rock Version)
Do Not Enter, Prepare To Exit
Winter
Vociferous
The Abhorrent Killer
Manipulative Manus
Yes I know. Vociferous is another band but it has a meaning to it; Vociferous means noisy; clamorous. So there you have it. Your long awaited answer to why the name Vociferous.
All of the songs were made by me, but with the help of the band. They said it would be easier if I did it because I already made up most of the songs and my only instrument is my voice. We had agreed that if anybody made a song, just tell the group and we’ll decide to: who sings and what plays well with the song. It’s really an open band.
Now we’re practicing one song at a time. We get to work on what we hate and like so we could perform it on how we like it. We want it to be like - “They sound much better live than CD” - because some bands are like that and vice versa.
Days passed and we’ve been working harder than usual but always found time to eat right and have fun doing what we are doing. Clark said that the touring wouldn’t start until next month. It’s July so that means August is when we start touring. Jeeze autumn/ winter tour that sucks for the fans. I hope they come though. Hopefully it’s inside too.
(Author’s note: “Yeah…ummm. Just to let you know the name of the songs are actual songs. And they are actually written by me. So yeah, didn’t really want you to think that I just made up names for no reason. Heh.)
©Copyright 2005-2007 3maj1n_dfectiv (LiveJournal ID: 7939218) All rights reserved.
©Copyright 2005-2007 o0PhiliaHaima0o (Quizilla ID: 1977972) All rights reserved.
©Copyright 2005-2007 Xenos-N-Virulent (MediaMiner ID: 133008) All rights reserved. This story is copyrighted. Any copying or distributing is prohibited by law. All ideas, characters, personalities, events, and names belong to Ni KuVa and are not to be copied, stolen, or used out of context without the writer's consent.