Stars: Jody's story
"Guys, can I ask a question?"
It was a hot day in Brynna, a town in the middle of trees. Four boys were paying the price of the summer. Jody Stephens, an attractive (To the girls of the area, anyways) boy of thirteen with black hair, green eyes, and a rather... uncaring personality; Andre Chilton, an innocent and intelligent young man with brown hair and green eyes, his feet in the ground and his head in the clouds (As well as plenty to say for himself); Bernard Berden, who is a little too imaginative, his sparkling eyed fantasizing being what his friends and a few girls considered his worst point (Aside from the odd brown hair to his arms thing); and finally, Oscar Rowne, a blonde, serious person with a bad habit of ordering around everyone else.
The person speaking would have to be Andre, curious as always.
"Eh? What did ya say, Chilty?" Jody said. "Chilty" being Jody's affectionate nick-name. It made one wonder if Jody was actually in love with the little dreamer.
Responded the shaking boy, "I was asking something."
Oscar and Bernard's heads simultaneously picked up in interest. Whenever Andre and Jody spoke, Oscar and Bernard would make bets over who would get cheered on most by the girls nearby. They always seemed to love the two's well intentioned fights. The only problem with betting was Oscar sometimes took things too seriously. The incident with the necklace and dress was fresh in Bernard's mind. He shuddered at the image of himself in a blue in white gown with a diamond necklace. What horrified him even more were Oscar and Jody's comments.
"You look absolutely amazing, babe!" Jody had said.
"Mm, adorable!" Oscar had laughed.
Bernard was still planning his revenge plan when Andre asked something important:
"Can we start a band?"
Oscar's head made a disturbing snap as his head whipped towards Andre.
"Are you serious? You're out of your element! (Bernard, get the white coats.)" Shouted Oscar.
This started a small argument.
After that got sorted out, the boys decided who would play what.
"Bernard, you can play acoustic guitar, correct?" said Oscar.
"Yes." Bernard replied, as always confident.
"Then you can play electric guitar. Jody already is a drummer, so 'e's our drummer.
Andre? Andre?! Andre!"
Andre was already falling over, realizing the last few positions left were bassist... and vocalist, which would put him in the spotlight.
Jody's face softened. "Chilty... what's wrong? If you don't want to be vocalist, that's fine."
Andre's head popped back up. "Oh, I do! Please? It's the only thing I'm willing to do."
"But I thought you hated attention?"
"Yes, but... I'd like to sing."
"Okay... try it. Then we'll decide."
Andre took a deep breath, and actually began singing. It was a song from an old album. One that sounded like it was made for Andre's voice. It was a soft, womanly voice. If you had heard it on a record, you could have sworn it was Carly Simon.
Bernard put on his "Special Serious Face (Margaret Thatcher variation)" and said...
"Awright, found our vocalist!"
This of course made Andre very happy. Apparently so happy he didn't realize that the chair he was sitting on happened to be Oscar's.
And that he was sitting on Oscar.
It didn't bother Oscar, his face remained the same, Actually, he seemed a little amused at the boy's enthusiasm. The only problem was that the boy sitting in his lap was preventing him from seeing anything.
As Andre lay there, he went into a dream. One that seemed to go several years from then. He was sitting in a chair, holding a magazine in front of his face. It read "Star Lovers" and he was reading a section with a caption "Your Favorite Stars!" There were a few posters, but someone was missing: Bernard.
Suddenly, Bernard ran in. Apparently Oscar was surprised, because he got up and hugged Bernard, shouting,
"Bernard! You're back!"
Bernard's hair was now down to his hips, just as pretty as it always had been.
"Seven years, and I still haven't cut my hair!" he laughed. Everyone ran up to greet Bernard, Andre too. It was a heartwarming scene.
"How's the album doing? I heard you were on your third one. What're you calling it?" Bernard asked
"Oh, I was thinking December Boys. A lot of us were born in December." said Jody.
Andre and Oscar coughed, giving Jody an annoyed glance. He never was a fact-checker.
"Chilty! Wake up, old boy!"
The voice was unmistakably Jody Stephens'. He was holding a microphone, bass, electric guitar, and a drum set.
"Wha...?" Andre kind of... I dunno. Asked? Well, he sat up, again obstructing Oscar's view. "Where'd you get those?"
"They were my brother's and some of his friends'. Sya, do you still want to be the main vocalist? In my opinion, Oscar has a very sweet singing voice. Yours is nice too, though."
Underneath those blonde locks, Oscar looked like a bloodied body: All red.
Andre thought about it, and decided he could try bass.
"Good, I'll show you how to play it."
Oscar piped up. "What are we going to call ourselves?"
Jody stood, lost in his mind, and finally came up with a name.
"How about... Stars?"
Oscar's reply was a swift "No."
Andre looked at a book Oscar was studying. It was a foreign comic book. Oscar had notes written down the side, when Andre showed it to Jody.
"Ah! How about White Rose?" Jody asked, looking at one of the notes, which read
'Note: The rose is white.'
"That's good. Hey, I think Loft has a place where we can play. I'll call him and set up a date." Oscar said, without asking anyone what they thought.
The "Loft" Oscar referred to was Robert Loft, a friend of theirs.
"How about thirtieth of June?" Oscar asked the others. When they responded yes, he set up the date at Loft's mother's place, Rosalie's Place. It was a sort of local restaurant, its main gimmick being the live bands. Which also made it rather popular. Thirtieth of June was also, for some reason, a popular day to visit.
Soon, White Rose had a following supreme. And you've just read their story.
· Mon Jun 24, 2013 @ 03:26am · 0 Comments