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Post by KT on Dec 28, 2008 14:15:59 GMT -5
''Hello Wembley!!'' Streets yelled at the top of her lungs. Her voice echoed trough the empty stadium. She smiled as she listened to the sound, it filled her with something the other bohemians called the spirit of rock. She hit the chrash cymbal as hard as possible and listened to to the sound bouncing of the empty stadium seats.
She turned on her Ipod and started tapping along with the song, soon bursting out in an enormous drum solo. Not at all noticing that someone was looking at her.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 28, 2008 23:18:19 GMT -5
Mustapha giggled at Streets, she did not know much about her but if there's one thing she did know it was that Streets had a hankering for smashing, drumming, tapping and knocking.
She watched from the catwalk above, where the light were positioned, her legs dangling from the bridge as she listened and apped along with Streets.
Getting bored with swinging from the dangerous rafter (something Scaramouche would kill her for doing if it didn't kill her first) she slipped down on a strong support rope and waltzed over to Streets.
She cleard her throat.
Nothing.
She called her name.
Nothing.
She saw the volume on the mp3 was on MAX so she instead tapper her shoulder
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Post by KT on Dec 30, 2008 5:18:35 GMT -5
'''Woohaa'' Streets threw her drumsticks in the air when someone tapped her shoulder. ''Whatcha think you're doing'' she exlaimed pulling her earplugs out and turning around to see was behind her. It was one of the younger bohemians. Streets barely knew her but she knew her name was Mustapha. Her expression softed a bit.
''I'm sorry, I thought you were a cop or something.''
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 30, 2008 17:53:09 GMT -5
Mustapha laughed. "Me? One of the filth? The police? You've gotta be dreamin'..." She giggled, still laughing at how Streets threw her drumsticks.
She walked around the drum kit, with the curiosity that any young bohemian possesses. She ran her finger along the rims and kicked the bass drum lightly.
"Whatcha doing here anyway?" She asked, fetching one of the drumsticks she saw at the corner of her eye.
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Post by KT on Dec 31, 2008 7:28:22 GMT -5
''Yeah, you could've been one of them. You never know who's hanging around this place. But I guess being onstage is the safest you can overlook all the old entrances.''
She looked at Mustapha as she walked around the drumkit. The curiosity in the little bohemians eyes made Streets fondly tap the snare drum. ''Pretty little baby isn't it''
"Whatcha doing here anyway?"
''They say it's the best place to contact the spirit of rock.'' Streets grinned ''the only thing I know is that this place has amazing acoustics.'' She hit the crash cymbal again this time with her bare hand and let the sound slowly become softer. Then she turned back to Mustapha.
''But, what are you doing here?'' Streets bounced the question back. ''Scaramouche will kill you when she figures out you were out here by yourself.''
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 31, 2008 17:35:55 GMT -5
''They say it's the best place to contact the spirit of rock. The only thing I know is that this place has amazing acoustics.''
Mustapha grinned, laughing quietly when Streets smashed the cymbal. She nodded wisely, though she wasn't to sure what she was talking about. She sounded a little like Pop.
''But, what are you doing here? Scaramouche will kill you when she figures out you were out here by yourself.''
Mustapha rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. If someon she hardly new could see how protective scaramouche was then it wasn't a good sign, she thought.
"I go on walks everyday behind scaramouche's back," She winked, "I mean, I have to have SOME life outside the heartbreak and god knows I can't watch her and gaz snog then fight then snog then fight then snog ALL my life..." She grinned cheekily, her eyes glinting. She knew she was talking about something that would get her strangled in her sleep back at the heartbreak and finally bein able to say it made her feel wild.
"Basically I was walking around and what do you know? I hear some lunatic going mental on a drum kit. Naturall I had to check it out." She giggled.
Normally she was the quiet one at the heartbreak, but every now and then she would be sarcastic and snippy, picking things up from Scaramouche.
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Post by KT on Jan 1, 2009 13:57:00 GMT -5
''Yeah all the snogging must make you pretty tired'' Streets said with a misschievous grin. ''I won't tell anyone what you're doing out here. But you really gotta watch out you know, things can get pretty Icky out here!''
"Basically I was walking around and what do you know? I hear some lunatic going mental on a drum kit.
''You call me a lunatic? I think I can consider that a compliment'' Streets jumped up and picked up the second drumstick which had rolled to the edge of the stage. Flicking the stick behind her fingers she walked back to Mustapha. ''You wanna try'' she said throwing the sticks to the girl.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 1, 2009 17:01:18 GMT -5
Mustapha took the drum sticks nervously and sat and the drum kit. She only knew how to play bass and as far as she knew the drums and bass where not particularly similar.
Not knowing what to do she tapped the snare drum light twice and then the crash cymbal, doing th drum roll that was heard after jokes sometime in the early twentieth century Pop told her.
She giggled nervously.
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Post by KT on Jan 3, 2009 5:42:34 GMT -5
Streets gave Mustapha an encouraging smile. ''The trick is to not overdo it'' she pulled a second pair of drumsticks from her pocket and tapped a rythem using the basspedal and the snaredrum, ending with a smash on the cymbal. ''less is more'' she smiled taking a step back from the drumkit to see how Mustapha would do.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 3, 2009 19:56:45 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded, "less is more..." She whispered to herself.
She did a simple rock beat on the drums but she put some enrgy into it so it didn't sound so mediocre compared to streets. She smiled cheekily and yelled out "ALLO WEMBLEY!" Her voice echoing through the stands.
"cooool..." She laughed at her echo.
She handed the drum sticks back and walked around the stage curiously, doing some hand stand and kartwheels, it was hard to find such a vacant space back at the heartbreak.
"So..." Mustapha began in the middle of a headstand, "how long have you been coming here?" She asked dangling her legs around slightly, her tongue poked out in concentration.
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Post by KT on Jan 4, 2009 10:43:41 GMT -5
''Ever since Scaramouche and Galileo found this place, and the spirit of rock.'' She sat back on the little stool and turned around so she could look at Mustapha who was tumbling around the empty stage. ''You know Wembley is a good place to get away from the crowds. Unless it's concert night off course! Then it's full of clones and wan-na-bee bohemians'' she grinned. Streets turned back around and scanned the arena once again. When someone entered trough one of the big gates.
''Mustapha quit it and get over here'' she hissed as she ran towards the left side of the stage hiding behind the speakers that were set-up on the edge.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 5, 2009 4:10:35 GMT -5
Mustapha smirked, she knew exactly what Streets was talking about. She lothed the wanna-bes whenever you went out there was a wanna-be copying their style and trying to play knock off instruments like they had a decent amount of talent. It was shameful.
"Mustapha quit it and get over here!"
Mustapha arched an eyebrow, watching streets dash behind a speaker, she watched in amusement till she saw the panic on her face. She ran forward and joined her behind the massive speaker, realising someone was there.
"Who is it?' She whispered.
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Post by KT on Jan 5, 2009 14:53:48 GMT -5
Streets pulled Mustapha closer and peeked around the corner of the speakers. They people who'd entered the stadium were still far away but their uniforms were clearly visible, and left absolutely no room for doubt.
As fast as she could she hid behind the speakers again. ''Listen Mustapha, we got two options right now. Either turn ourselves in or start running.'' She glared at Mustapha hoping she would understand the situation. ''Personally I prefer running before they reach the stage'' she said with a grin, trying to hide the fear.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 8, 2009 6:53:26 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded, fear escaping her mind and onto her face, much to her dismay. SHe liked to act brave and mature, but it was times like these she was a baby.
"ok... lets blow this joint..." Mustapha whispered half heartedly laughing afterwards.
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Post by KT on Jan 20, 2009 14:26:56 GMT -5
Streets grabbed on to Mustapha's hand and pulled her away from the speakers to the the center of the stage and headed to the door that lead to the backstage area. ''You know how to get out of here by yourself?'' her voice cracked as she glared at Mustapha trying to look like everything as in control.
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