I have read a story like this and they haven't updated in FOREVER! so this is not exactly a play-off of the story, I just wanted to do my own version of this idea. Another KidXMaka band story... don't go haten! btw the story I want to be updated is Music, Concerts, and Drama check it out!

Let It Rock

Death's Apprentice

I breathed in and out before turning towards the audience. This is our chance at going big time. My name is Death the Kid, but people call be Kid for short. I am lead pianist, second guitar and singer for my band Death's Apprentice. My band mates are Soul; lead singer and guitarist, Blackstar; drummer and background singer, and Chrona; bass guitar. We decided to become a band after middle school. Soul, who is defiantly my best friend in this band, thought it would be a great idea to get girls. We gathered our group of friends and here we are. Standing in front of a large audience in Madison Square Garden about to preform our first song.

"Hey there." I hear Soul say. His guitar is slung behind his back as he greets the audience. We got here when we were discovered by a friend of my Father's; Stein. From there we have been going to gigs almost every night. Now we are in a competition to go on tour with one other band. If we win we would spend 6 months on the road travelling and doing concerts beyond our hopes and dreams. I set up quickly and got ready for our first song.

Black dress with the tights underneath,
I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth,

Soul began to sang. I added affects to the piano and Blackstar added a beat to the song. I sang the endings.

And she's an actress (actress),
But she ain't got no need.
Shes got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.

Soul then stepped back from the mike and I got my chance to sing. I leaned in to the mic, very nervous on how I was going to preform.

Tongues always pressed to your cheeks,
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth,
Tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef,

This is when Soul and Blackstar joined in since I don't like to swear so they continued to sing with me through the chorus.

That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him.

She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a whore,
Never trust a whore,
Won't trust a whore,
Don't trust me.

Soul walked back up to the mic and grabbed it. He walked to the end of the stage and gave the screaming girls high fives.

X's on the back of your hands,
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands.
And the setlist (setlist),
You stole off the stage,
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page.

Soul kissed a girl before backing up and letting me sing the song.

Bruises cover your arms,
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.
And the best is (best is),
No one knows who you are,
Just another girl alone at the bar.

Everyone joined in as the chorus restarted.

She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a whore,
Never trust a whore,
Won't trust a whore,
Don't trust me.

Blackstar dropped his drumsticks and began to clap with us as we sung this part of the song.

Shush girl, shut your lips,
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl, shut your lips,
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl, shut your lips,
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.

Woah, woah, woah...

She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a whore,
Never trust a whore,
Won't trust a whore,
Don't trust me.

We ended our song to a round of applause and screams from fangirls. Soul showed off his signature grin, Chrona waved slightly, Blackstar was standing on his drums, laughing, and I gave a couple of head nods. I don't really like to show to much affection like the other guys. I guess that makes me the mysterious one of the group. Well, that's what Stein says.

I groaned inwardly when I knew what song was coming next. This song is dedicated to Soul's ex-girlfriend whom none of us meet. Soul had gotten drunk, dragged the rest of us with him and when I woke up the next morning told me I was a genius for coming up with this song. So now when they need a good rap song they come to me... when I'm drunk... perfect.

Soul laughed then began to sing... or in this case rap.

I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Hahaha, leggo

Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupee
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days
Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
If you get what I get, what would you say?
She wax it all off,
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari

Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker

Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
'Cause I'm killing every nigga that come try to be on my shit
Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her
And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick
Oops I said on my dick
I ain't really mean to say on my dick
But since we talking about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it
I'm done

When Soul mentioned his dick his swerved his hips a little causing all of the girls to scream. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes and grabbed a mic. I walked up to Soul and wrapped my arm around his shoulder

Hell Soully
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
When you're doing that thing over there homie
Ahahahah
Let's go!
'Cause I'm feeling like I'm running
And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop
'Cause you know I gotta win everyday, day
Go!
See they really really wanna pop me
Just know that you will never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky
Ohhh
You ain't never gonna stop me
Every time I come a nigga gotta set it, then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta shut out any little thing that nigga think that he be doing
'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna dadadada
Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I always win and then I gotta get it again, and again, and then again [breath]
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
A nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style
And niggas know that I'm the the best when it come to doing this
And I be banging on my chest, and I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west
And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's next? Let's go
See the way we on it and we all up in the race and you know
We gotta go, now try to keep up with the pace
And we struggle and I hustle and I set it and I get it
And we always gotta do it take it to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all through this traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it, have it

I spit that out in about 50 seconds. Soul said it was the only gift my father gave me. My father taught me how to speak quickly and fluently so when I had to meet his business partners I would be able to come up with a quick witty comback... I guess it helped. Soul regained the mic and sung the chorus.

Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker

This was when Blackstar got up on top of his drums when Soul tossed him a mic.

Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'?
I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges
I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, no substitution
Got a bitch that play in movies in my Jacuzzi, pussy juicy I

Blackstar jumped of his drums and walked to the front of the stage. I took over completely with piano, changing the settings ever couple of seconds.

never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator
You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said, "Shoot 'em", and I said, "Okay"
If you on that bullshit then I'm like olay
I don't care what you say, so don't even speak
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
That's word to my flag, and my flag red
I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind, from the bottom I climb
You ain't hotter than mine, nope, not on my time and I'm not even trying
What's poppin' Slime? Nothin' five, and if they trippin' fuck 'em five
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and sprite on a private flight,
Bitch I've been tight since "Guiding light",
And my pockets right, and my diamonds white
And my momma's nice and my daddy's dead
You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild, been here for a while
I was like fuck trial I puts it down
I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now, bitch

Blackstar dropped the mic when he was done. The audience applauded as we walked off stage. I began to walk to the bathroom.

"Where you goin' Kid!" I heard Blackstar scream.

"To go and wash my mouth!" I yelled back before entering the bathroom.

"Figures. If he weren't so uptight with swearing he could seriously kick some rapping ass." Soul shrugged his shoulders as he went to watch the next band.

"EVERYBODY MAKE SOME NOISE!" The announcer said when he ran on stage; envelope in hand. "ARE YOU READY TO KNOW WHO OUR WINNER IS!" He was meet by applause. He laughed again. "Well that's great. Ok everyone please I would like to invite Death's Apprentice to the stage as well as BAMF to the stage!" He screamed. I calmly walked on stage with my band mates. People were screaming our names as well as the names from the other band.

"One of these bands are your first winner. That winner will be announced tomorrow when we announce our other winner band!" The audience booed, but the announcer held up his hands. "No hatin' in here! Okay so tomorrow we will have our other bands play and we will announce our winners tomorrow! Good night New York!" He screamed before the lights went out and we were escorted back to our hotels by our manager.

"That was great guys!" Stein said. "Now I want you to socialize tomorrow meet up with the other bands, it's always good to have allies in the music industry!" He said pointing specifically to Chrona and I.

"Fine." I sighed. Stein then turned to Blackstar.

"Blackstar don't break anything." He then turned to Soul. "I don't want to see you half way down some girls pants. Good night!" He said before rolling out of our room on a chair.

Don't own any of the music!