It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play, They've been going in and out of style, But they're guaranteed to raise a smile,So may I introduce to you,The act you've known for all these years,
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
Sgt. Peppers lonely harts club band- the beatles
I do not nor claim to own any songs in this story
Fair use
Three days later
I stepped into the all familiar where house the all to familiar smell of gasoline and cleaning chemicals wafted into my nose. I looked at the half destroyed roof and the stripped rusted cars the littered the cement "Hasn't changed a bit" I thought looking around.
This abandoned lot in the middle of the worst part of HTF Town was where we always practiced those two years ago and I thought this would the perfect place to start the band over from scratch.
I heard a car pull up behind me, and listened, in a few moments my best friend, Trevor, ran in almost dropping his key board "Hey Tyler!" I gave him a high five and he took a seat on one of the benches near me. In case you didn't know Trevor is the pimple faced monkey operating the keyboards (though I hear he got some new expensive treatment to permanently get rid of them).
He had been a friend of mine since middle school and I had known him earlier, me and him were the kings of the nerds at that place. We both came to go to collage but do his grades and effort being better than me he got to go to the swanky private collage while I went to Tree State University two cities away.
Anyway, soon after he came in a pink mole carrying a bass guitar looking like it came straight from the 50's came in and sat down without a word. "Hiya Mole." I said, Mole turned to respond said a simple "Hello" and began to tune his base.
Mole was the man whose house we used to practice in, due to being a bachelor blind man with no family, he needed the money. But we had found out he was once an electric bass player in a jazz club, and was somehow still great at it after the "accident" he still refuses to talk about.
The next person that came was Handy, "Handy!" I said.
Handy was unable to speak as he was slowly pulling in a cart filled with drum equipment. In a few minutes, he had, somehow, set up all the equipment and then fell into a near by chair in exhaustion. Handy was an old shop class partner of mine. He had such a talent for it, he refused to let me do any of the assignments except when the teacher told us to.
I won't say how he lost his hands, I'll leave that to your imagination. And I CAN'T tell you how he does the drum's seriously even I haven't figured it out.
After several minutes, of chit chatting Hippy finally arrived in his old beat up van.
"Sup Dudes! Long time no see, Handy, Trevor, Mole, I don't remember you though."
He was starring at me, thankfully it came to him in a couple of minutes. After finishing setting up I walked up to my mike. I imaged that a massive crowd was before me, shouting various mostly cliché things. "WE LOVE YOU TYLER!", "WOO YEAH!", "FREE BIRD!" and of coarse "YEAH TOAST" (don't ask).
In the middle of my ego trip Trevor wakes me out of it. "Uhh Tyler, your zoning out again…".
I come back to the real world "Oh yeah sorry" I say. "As your mom used to say, you MEATHEAD!".
Ahh that ones a classic between us, I retort in a Gentlemanly voice. "Good sir I must ask of you to stop this tomfoolery". He smiles and I go back to begin.
When we do a practice this is usually our song of choice featuring all of our instruments in a big way.
Electric Worry- Clutch
Well, you made me weep
and you made me moan
When you caused me to leave child,
my happy home
But someday baby, you ain't worry my life anymore
I get satisfaction everywhere I go
Where I lay my head that's where I call home
Whether barren pines or the mission stair
Take tomorrow's collar and give em back the glare
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
I was really getting into it and so was everyone, the room felt vibrant with energy as I closed into my solo.
You told everybody in the neighborhood
What a dirty mistreater,
that I was no good
But someday baby, you ain't worry my life anymore
The energy returned.
Doctor or lawyer I'll never be
Life of a drifter,
the only life for me
You can have your riches,
all the gold you saved
Ain't room for one thing in everybody's grave
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
If I had money like Henry Ford
Lord, I'd have me a- Wait what the fu-
My voice was drowned out by the sound of crashing metal as the building fell apart.
I instinctively raced for the door. I looked back and Handy had gotten impaled with a steel pipe. I stopped and caught a glimpse at that just as Hippy just got a fresh metal plate in his head. I continued running to the door. A piece of glass tore into my back but I didn't care I kept running as my friends died around me.
Finally just as I was in feet of salvation the roof collapsed and I was crushed underneath. I was conscious for a short but agonizing time before I slipped into darkness.
Not many people have felt what is like to die, humans will only feel it once, we on the other hand feel it almost everyday, well when we are in town anyway. It's exactly like sleeping really, sometimes it is like nothing.
Other times it's like dreaming, and like dreaming it's different for everyone, sometimes they will have a nightmare, very common to newcomers I might add, and awake in sticky and covered in sweat and other substances sometimes. Sometimes they will have a very good dream and awake sticky and covered in sweat and other substances. Like I said dreaming.
And sometimes to very few of us we die and have a prophetic dream, it only happens once a lifetime and will often be of something very important that will affect everyone's life. Something world changing!
…..
But only Turtles have those so I had a nothing death.
Not Dramatic but the truth.
Authors noteIT"S ALIVE IT'S ALIVE!
If your wondering where I have been I had a serious case of writers block so I worked on much later chapters. I AM NOT ACCEPTING OCS