In a flash!

vol 1 1984, November 1st at Marlin's Youthful Theatre in Los Angelos. “Oh snap dudes we're gonna be late c'mon!” (This is the story of an underground upcoming band. Will they rise to glory or let their past be their shame.) The three boys rushed to get their equipments ready. Heading out of their -1 star rated hotel of River Heights in Los Angelos. “This gig better be worth it dude because I'm sooo not going back to doing mall security after this!” one of the boys yelled. “It will be worth it man, trust me,” The teen in blue short hair says, peeking through the apple red colored curtains. The other teen moves forward with his complaints wearing a black headband with the image of a silky white skull on it. “You sure?? Remember when you said that last time, Remember that other last time you said that and -Oh yeah how could I forget that other other last time-” he says, but then with a quick answer. “Ok dude I get it!” The blue haired teen yelled. “You sure???” The boy asked with his arms crossed. “Yeah…I'm sure” He says shaking his head from side to side to shake off the memories. The bad memories that will make anyone quit and find a new occupation. But it still seem to keep these 3 together. The 3rd boy has a buzz cut with no dye. He is dressed in a cool-printed short sleeved shirt with short beige khaki pants. He watches the two talk it out while they have a little amount of time before performing. The teen with the blue dyed hair looks at both of them “Now I'll say this again, do you guys trust me?” He says with much more than needed desperation. The two looked at each other then nodded up and down at their blue haired friend. “Of course I do, man.” The black head banded boy says. “Cool,” he says back, sighing in relief. “What about you Jay?” He looks at the boy with the buzzcut. Jay rubs the back of his neck and says “I just go with the flow man if they start throwing tomatoes at us, I'm going straight back to Bard-fon County to live with my parents-” “Hey bucket drummers! The show is supposed to start now! What part of this show must go on you guys dont understand?!?” “Ok we'll be right out!” He yells, then he turns back at his bandmates and gives them a nod. They give their blue haired friend a nod back. “We're gonna make them love us with what we've been rehearsing. They're gonna start crying and screaming, believe me when I tell you.. We’re gonna make them crap their pants guys!” The boy with the black headband takes a peek through the curtains then replies. “Yeah, and literally too with this place packed with preschoolers in here”. “No time for talk, play time now!” And with that the dyed haired boy rushes through the curtains with his electric guitar making his way towards the mic waving at the kids but there's only chatter instead of applause. Jay does the same with his sticks running towards the full cymbals set. Last but not least John runs out with his favorite black head-band on, playing the bass. “This ones called ‘Nothing to see here’... 3 - 2 - 1 GO!!!” They played something heavy and fast. Setting the mood to not skip a beat. “~When night crawls in, And I can no longer see your face, Waiting for destiny to call my name, Or for reason tragedy to do the same, Till its the beginning of the end, Or the ending of the beginning, ~Something deep inside me is telling me i'm not welcome home,~ ~Gooo faaar! Make sure to go far awayyy! No you're nooot! Why go through the waaaste! Just know that you should stooop! Why feel like poop through the rest of your days! My lifes is a roller coaster of emotions, Feelings going up and down, Ohhh I just can't cut it out, I then finally saw how high up I was, Then I remembered before I got on, They said there's no seatbelts, Wait What?!?! ~Gooo faaar! Make sure to go far awayyy! No you're nooot! Why go through the waaaste! Just know that you should stooop! Why feel like poop through the rest of your days! ~Gooo faaar! Make sure to go far awayyy! No you're nooot! Why go through the waaaste! Just know that you should stooop! Why feel like poop! Why feel like poop! Through the rest of your daaays,~ The dyed blue haired boy looks off into the audience to see that they're still uninterested. He cups the mic being balanced on the stand with his hands, then he speaks into it as close as possible. “The announcer forgot to announce us when we came out but that's ok I'll do it myself my name is Davey the one on bass is John and there's Jay on cymbals, not the triangle that you have to hit with one stick in music class because you suck! but the cymbals! Together we're Diarrhea stirred with poetry! Everyones having a good time so far?” The kindergarteners all look uninterested. They all talk to each other while the band plays and so do their parents and guardians. One man in the middle of the audience can't stop looking at his wrist watch as if he was forced to come to this instead. While far off into the right, One kid is out cold asleep in his mothers arms. “Good, me and my boys can go all day!” Davey says looking at his bandmates, then he starts it off with a guitar solo. Then they all in sync play their instruments giving it all they got in a melodic heavy metal rhythm. “You said that! You said that with your face! You said it and it can't be erased! Looking back! Looking plainly back! I wanna save it all from the stenching pain! Who is that! Who ever knows! What detergent you can use to get rid of these stains! This is how I get the feeling that a number 2 is coming! This is how I get the feeling that a big number 2 is coming! There's no need to look at me all disappointed, I should've of never went- I should've of neever went- I should've never went out to eat at that Chinese food place, Which is what you've recommended, This is how I get the feeling that a number 2 is coming! This is how I get the feeling that a big number 2 is coming! This is how I get the feeling that a number 2 is coming! I should've should've of never went- I should've should've of neever went- I should've should've of never went- went out to eat at that Chinese food place, Which is what you recommended.” “Wooh!” The principal gets up embarrassingly and gives an applause. “See guys we have a fan here, Here's one just for you.. Cymbals Solo!!!” The principal facepalms himself as loud as possible, then looks back at his hand and rubs his face for comfort as if he just gave himself a concussion from facepalming. Davey points to Jay to wail out on the cymbals. Jay delivers, giving the audience a new look and a different perspective of the band. Then in less under a minute the principal grabs Jay's arms to stop him from playing. He looks at Davey and says threateningly “Get out, before I call the police!” “You said three songs Mr. Tighty-Whities” The principals facial expression grows in anger “I said I-I'll payy you guys three dollars I didnt think you'd show, and lastly for the last time, my name is Mikey Whities you imbecile!” John edges closer to the commotion that's happening right in the middle of the kindergarteners performance stage. The parents take their kids and already leave the so-called show while some stay because this is just starting to get interesting. “Nothing to see here!!! Please make yourselves comfortable and leave! The show is overr!” He watches a few people make their way to the exits while others linger in their seats. The principal eyes the few people leaving. “We also have popcorn!” he yelled. Jay turns to go in the direction of the Departing audience “Oh good because i'm star-” “Not you!” The principal drags him back. Jay stares at the principal “Dude! We can't play, We can't eat, What's next I can't wear my shoes too?” John gets closer to the principal. The principal notices him then raises his flip phone high into the air “Get back! Back! I'll call them! I'll do it, I'm not joking!” the principal threatens to push a button on his phone. “If you need help you can start off by dialing 9,” John says, staring stoically at the principal with a deadpan face. Davey stares at the principal not uttering another word. Jay sits on the stage as if he's on a picnic. “Speaking of 9, can you give us 3 each? We stopped playing." says Jay. “But you've overstayed your welcome… Look, You came looking to play music and you did, now I suggest you go do some playing elsewhere and beg for money,” Says the principal, still holding his phone in a threatening way. The band froze at what came out of Principle Whitie’s mouth, like the pressure and the embarrassment wasn't enough. “Let principal Tighty Whities keep the money then, because we're done”. Davey motions for his bandmates to leave with him using a single hand movement. They make their way outside, walking out of the kindergarteners theater. “As if this day couldn't get any worse!!!” whines John adjusting his black head band. “I planned for this anyway, I knew Principal Tighty-Whities wouldn't keep up his end of the deal. We could all just live in my 1 bedroom apartment that I just rented when we first got here” says Davey looking at his bandmates charismatically. “Sorry guys, my parents are stupid strict. They'll worry themselves to death about me. They'll keep pestering me with these annoying questions, like asking where I'm at and when I'm getting married and all that other nonsense, I'll catch up to you guys when I can alright!” Jay says making a run towards the black honking jeep that he recognizes. The window rolls down and it's the tone of a woman shouting “Did you get that letter I sent you!?!?!” she yells. Jay stopped in his tracks to tie his shoes, he then looks up and sees his mother. He raises his voice due to the zipping and zooming of passing cars, “Whhat letter?!?” he yells.