Bon Voyage!

"The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination."

~Don Williams, Jr.

(Song: (Right Now by SR-71) h t t p : / / w w w . y o u t u b e . c o m /watch?v=xCHahWMma0s)

Alvin touches the sleek stem of the electric guitar like it was his own child. Simon and Theodore roll their eyes as they wait at their positions for Alvin to give them some sort of signal to start. But Alvin stays with his guitar in his hands and his eyes closed. Theodore hits both drum sticks on the cymbal.

Alvin jumps, causing his brothers to laugh hysterically. "Way to be a kill joy Theodore," Alvin huffs, finally placing the strap to the guitar over his shoulder and picking up the pick off of the amp. "I was kind of having a moment."

"An incredibly long moment," Simon cuts in dryly. Alvin narrows his eyes, but never the less kicks the recorder on and starts to strum the guitar violently making the grimy garage erupt with sound. After a few cords Simon jumps in with the bass and Theodore with the drums, banging their heads to the rhythm. Simon and Theodore smile to each other while Alvin prepares to get into the song… I hate you, Alvin says to his crowd, a.k.a, the pedestrians, dog walkers, and bicyclists outside the Seville household. I'm done with you!

"She clings to me like cellophane

Fake plastic submarine

Slowly driving me insane

But now that's over

So what if the sex was great

Just a temporary escape

Another thing I grew to hate

But now that's over!"

Alvin sings the first verse, causing parents to simply raise an eyebrow, or laugh a little at the teenagers jamming in their garage. For the next verse each chipmunk steps up to a microphone with the exception of Theodore who merely leans forward at the drum set.

"Why, why you always kick me when I'm high

Knock me down till we see eye to eye

Figured her out I know she may not be

Miss Right she'll do right now, she'll do right now!

She'll do right now!"

Alvin steps back from his microphone, as well as Theodore as they play with vigilance, sweat forming at their brows. Simon, still playing his bass, sings into the microphone.

"I used to hang on every word

Each lie was more absurd

Kept me so insecure

But now that's over!"

Alvin takes back over after the prolonged 'over' and winks at the girls passing by. They wave shyly and watch at the curb as Alvin sings.

"But now that's over
She taught me how to trust
And to believe in us
And then she taught me how to cuss
That bitch! It's over!

"You know I used to be such a nice boy," the chipmunks harmonize sweetly before getting back into the chorus. The girls stare at Alvin for a minute or two with a disgusted look on their pretty faces. Alvin gasps… did he just call that girl a bitch? Uh-oh. Alvin fights off the urge to pull his collar and chuckle nervously, but with a sharp stare from Simon, he reminds himself that he's the cool guy… he can do whatever the hell he wants!

"Why, why you always kick me when I'm high
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Figured her out I know she may not be
Miss Right she'll do right now!"

Alvin slams on the guitar, falling to his knees for some effect. A small crowd forms at the opening the garage as Theodore slams on the drums with his eyes closed, memorized notes coming to his head easily. Alvin turns to Simon who is up on his toes playing the bass with a wide smile on his face. Alvin laughs and turns to the microphone, having the time of his life.

"She clings to me like cellophane
Fake plastic submarine
She's driving me insane
But now that's over (now that's over)

Why, why you always kick me when I'm high
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Figured her out I know she may not be
Miss Right she'll do right now, she'll do right now
Right now ohh
Right now!"

A crowd of a few ten year olds clap their hands with wide smiles plastered to their faces. Alvin drops the guitar and holds up the recorder to their clapping hands. Once Alvin presses the stop button Simon gives him that look.

"What?" Alvin turns to his brother, setting down the tape recorder. "It adds effect."

"Five people don't exactly sound like a cheering crowd of thousands," Simon points out, making Alvin steam. But before he can say anything Theodore slips his arms around both of his brothers and smiles widely.

"Come on fellas! Let's not fight!" he tells them. "Did you hear how good we were?"

"I sure did," three heads turn towards the house as Dave stands in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. "In fact, you sounded great… something we could take on tour," Dave mumbles the last sentence but all three heads snap to attention at the word tour. All three of the chipmunks trail Dave back into the house without a word.

Dave sits down at the kitchen table with a mysterious smirk on his face. After waiting in the kitchen for an agonizingly long five minutes Alvin starts tapping his foot. Another twenty seconds or so pass by and Alvin can't take it anymore. He throws his arms in the air yelling at the top of his lungs. "Spill it Dave!"

"I don't believe I know what you're talking about son," Dave says through a sip of black coffee.

"Don't play dumb with me!" Alvin points a finger at his father. "You said tour!"

"Dave always says that yelling gets you nowhere," Theodore says innocently with a smile still on his face as he watches his family. But with one cold stare from his older brother, Theodore shrinks in the collar of his shirt.

"Shut up Theodore!" Alvin hisses between his teeth.

"Settle down boys!" Dave stands up, causing all of the chipmunks to zip it. "I have a confession."

"I know," Alvin crosses his arms. Dave doesn't respond to his son and continues.

"We-" he starts. The chipmunks lean forward with their hands pressed on the table. "-Are going-" Alvin can't contain himself, climbing onto the table followed shortly by his brothers. Dave smiles as he speaks. "-On tour!"

All three chipmunks throw their arms in the air, high fiving each other and letting out all their excitement. "This is great!" all of them exclaim in unison.

"I'm going to be rich!" Alvin yells, bending his knees and grabbing his cap with both hands. "I'm going to be famous! I'm going to be a rock star!"

While Alvin has his moment, Simon and Theodore have already calmed down and are sitting quietly, intently watching Dave as he holds up a finger.

"With the Chipettes!"

"WHAT?" Alvin loses his balance on the table, toppling over and kicking Dave's coffee onto Simon's shirt front. Despite himself, Simon screams in pain at the hot liquid on his chest and scrambles over the table to the kitchen sink. Alvin ignores the glare he receives from his brother and lies helplessly on the floor.

"WHY?"

~So... this was one of the options on my poll and the one I'm a little interested in more than the others :) The one I'm least prepared for, but ah well! I'll get the planning for it done soon enough!

QUESTION: Obvioulsy, should I continue this? Do you like it? And I don't know if I should do this in 3rd person like this chapter or if I should switch to 1st person switching around from character to character like I did in my other story Just Say No Prevents Teenage Pregnancy is Like Have a Nice Day Cures Chronic Depression" (TIP: avoid super long tittle ;])

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