Korra's Song on drums: Burnout by Green Day
watch?v=_rqDWiFtUPk -Music Video
watch?v=E5bmUX6ngq0 -Drum Cover
Mako's song on guitar: Basket Case by Green Day watch?v=NUTGr5t3MoY -Music Video
watch?v=T5kizqkxV2g -Guitar Cover
Asami's song also on guitar: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett
watch?v=KAR0bdp0LfA -Remastered Version
Sorry couldn't find a good cover. Google it if you want.
Bolin's song on bass: Come Out and Play by The Offspring
watch?v=QJ9r4gM20ME -Music Video
watch?v=06SDdNh1M4I -Bass Cover
Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Korra (Or anything pertaining it), Gibson, Stratocaster, El Comino's, Harley Davidson, Green Day's 'Basket Case' and 'Burnout', Joan Jett's 'Bad Reputation' Remastered, The Offspring's 'Come Out and Play', or Chuck's.
Korra POV
I play whenever I'm bored. I play when I need to practice. I play whenever I'm mad at anyone. Mad at him. I block him out and go upstairs to my fairly big room and slam the sound-proof door shut.
My walls are blue, my bed is white. My posters consist of bands ranging from The Offspring to Green Day. I sit on the stool behind my seven piece, black and blue drum set. I pick up the long wooden sticks sitting on the snare drum and start to play the beat to Burnout by Green Day.
It's an easy piece to me and maybe an intermediate or expert to others. But I've been drumming since I was 10. I'm 21 now and practically a professional. But the band I'm in hasn't been discovered yet and we're still just a garage group, basement dwellers, excellent experts.
As I played the beat I just got angrier at my Father for not believing that I can actually make out of the garage and into the big business. As I finished my set, I hit the cymbal a little harder than I should have and my right stick broke in two.
"Great." I sighed. "Now I'll to go to the store and get a new pair." I placed the broken pair of sticks in a drawer next to my bed with all the other cracked and broken ones. I got out an outfit to wear to replace my pajamas, which were long, white and grey plaid pants and a huge Patriots jersey. I don't even like the Patriots, but it's warm.
I put on a grey t-shirt that said "Drums Are My Life" and had a four piece set on it. I pulled on baggy blue jeans with holes in the knees. I threw on a brown leather jacket, pulled on my dirty white chucks, grabbed the keys to my blue 2010 El Comino SS and ran down the stairs. I almost was out the door when my father caught me leaving.
"Where are you going Korra?" He asked. He stood there behind me crossing his arms. He was brawny, had shoulder length hair and a chinstrap beard.
"I'm going out to buy a new pair of sticks." I simply said as I opened the door, ready to leave.
"Well, don't come home because your mother and I are gonna have a date night." He patted my shoulder. "Just don't get your hopes up, kid." He turned around and walked away. I scowled at him. When he turned the corner I slammed the door, got in my car and drove to my boyfriend's (Mako) house. He probably has sticks there anyways.
Mako's POV
My dad won't listen to me. He just won't. He can't get it through his thick skull that I want to play the guitar and sing. But he wants me to be like him and become a lawyer. I don't want to be a lawyer; I want to be a musician.
I ran up to my room, slammed the soundproof door shut and lay on my mattress with red bedspread and white pillow. I looked all around my room to see white walls covered with band posters; my favorite being Green Day. I got up and grabbed my Electric, red Stratocaster, with a white pick guard. I turned on the amp then plugged in my guitar. I turned the volume up to eight then started to play Basket Case by Green Day. I sang along.
Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once?
I am one of those melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid? Am I just stoned?
I went to a shrink to analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
I went to a whore, he said my life's a bore
So quit my whining 'cause it's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid? Am I just stoned?
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid? Am I just stoned?
"I feel SO much better." I lay back down on my bed as I listen to Bolin play his bass guitar in the next room.
Bolin POV
"I hate it when they fight." I say quietly as I listen to their conversation.
Mako: "You don't know what I want, Dad." Exclaims Mako.
Dad: "I can get you into law school if I pull some strings. I have connections. You don't have connections in your line of work. I know what's best for you Mako." He yells.
Mako: "I'm not a little kid anymore, Dad. I'm 22 years old and I can fend for myself and Bolin's 20 and he can help himself, too." He spat.
Dad: Why can't you see that you won't make it without connections? You can have a better life." He calms down a bit.
Mako: "I WANT TO MAKE IT ON MY OWN, DAD! I DON'T WANT TO CHEAT MY WAY THROUGH LIFE! I WANT TO DO IT ON MY OWN WITH WHAT I LOVE!" Mako was fuming.
Dad: "Son, I just want wha-" Mako cut him off
Mako: "No, Dad." He said, calmer now. "You want what's best for you." I heard him walk up the stairs and slam his bedroom door. I thought he was going to break something like he usually did. I sighed. But I guess today was a 'calm day' because he started to play his guitar.
Once he finished I grabbed my bass guitar and amp then plugged it all in. I made sure my soundproof door was locked. I looked to my wall and saw band posters like Nirvana, Rage against The Machine and The Sugar Hill Gang, The Offspring. I got my bass ready and played Come Out and Play by The Offspring. "Perfect time to practice my bass riffs."
You gotta keep 'em separated
Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the others don't mix
They're gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up
Hey, man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, man you disrespecting me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated.
Bolin finished there because he saw Korra park in front of our house in her blue 2010 El Camino. I unplugged my bass and put it on its stand then went downstairs to greet Korra. And so was Mako
Asami POV
I can't take it anymore. I just can't stand him. He doesn't want me in the Rock & Roll business, he wants me to be part of Future Industries and take it over after he dies. I'm educated in vehicles as much as the next motor-head, maybe even more, but I don't want to be part of it.
I'm the daughter of a very famous man. So when I freak out and it gets on National TV, I should be concerned. But I don't give a damn. I don't want to protect that reputation because I don't care about it. Hell I don't even want to protect ANY reputation. I don't give a shit what people think about me because I just DON'T. Whatever, it's hard to explain, really.
I stomp up the stairs, slam my soundproof door shut then plug in my Gibson Melody Maker. I grab the microphone then turn on the amp. I look at the band posters on my red wall. Joan Jett and The Blackhearts. "Alright, Let's do this." I begin to play.
I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation Oh no not me An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation Oh no, not me I don't give a damn Oh no, not me Pedal boys! An' I don't give a damn I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation Oh no, not me
You're living in the past it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's
What I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation
No (no, no, no, no)
Not me (me, me, me, me)
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good
When I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me
'Bout my bad reputation
I've never been afraid of any deviation
An' I don't really care
If ya think I'm strange
I ain't gonna change
An' I'm never gonna care
'Bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me
'Bout my bad reputation
The world's in trouble
There's no communication
An' everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
So why should I care
'Bout a bad reputation anyway
Oh no, not me
No no, not me
You're living in the past
It's a new generation
An' I only feel good
When I got no pain
An' that's how I'm gonna stay
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not
Not me, not me
Asami places her guitar in the case, grabs her Harley Davidson keys and walks out the front door. She mounts her black and maroon bike then hangs her guitar on a high hook tightly attached to the handle bars in front of her so she doesn't have to carry it. She shoves on her black helmet, pushes sown the face guard and starts the bike to go to Mako's house.
Was the first chappy good? It's just an introduction. I have the next chappy planned out, don't worry. But I don't have a title for the story.
Me: *cries in a corner* I'M A FAILURE!
Bolin: No you're not. You're amazing.
Me: Really?
Mako: Yeah. I Love playing the guitar and singing.
Asami: I love playing lead guitar and sounding like Joan Jett.
Korra: I love beating the shit out of drums to get rid of my frustrations.
Bolin: And bass guitar really fits my personality.
Me: I'm glad you all think that. I love you guys *moves in for a group hug in which they all happily oblige*
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-TheClaudMaster