Larrykindofgirl
Babyface
This is written from Larry's point of view. Comment below with tips and suggestions. Thanks.
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I was waiting patiently. I had already got some calls and I figured I should set up my drums. I hoped my kitchen was big enough, I mean there's nowhere else.
*Knock, knock, knock*
"Oh, shit! They're here!"
I ran to the door. I guarantee my face was as red as a rose. Damn. I opened the door as I held my head.
"Hello there, I'm Paul Hewson."
He had dark brown hair, worn a bit long and choppy. Sky blue eyes stared back at me, waiting.
"Hello, I'm Larry Mullen. I think i talked to you over the phone earlier today."
"That's right! About the band." I gestured him inside with my hand. He smiled, flashing white teeth.
"So, you go to Mt. Temple. How old are you?" he asked.
"Me? Fifteen. You?"
"Sixteen."
*Knock, knock*
"Hold on, gotta answer the door." I jerked my thumb towards the door. I ran to the door, again. Forcing a smile upon my face, I opened the door. Two guys 'bout my age standing there. One with a blond fro, the other with crazy medium brown flyaway hair.
"Ello," the blond said. He sounded faintly British.
"Hi," the other smiled.
"Hello," I replied l, with a nod of my head.
"Well, come on in." I nodded indoors. The blond smiled and big monster of a grin.
"Thanks," he said. "Name's Adam Clayton."
"No problem," I replied. "I'm Larry Mullen."Adam held out his hand and I shook it. The other smiled and as though not to be left out, held out his hand also.
"Hi Larry, I'm Dave Evans."
"Great to meet 'cha." I led them into the kitchen, where Paul was tinkering with his guitar. He looked up to see the three of us staring down upon him. He stood up, smiling, and held out his hand towards Adam.
"Hello, I'm Paul Hewson."
"Ello, mate," Adam said, shaking his hand. "Name's Adam Clayton. I believe we have Geometry together."
"Yea, I think we do." He extended his hand towards Dave. He took it.
"Hi Paul. I'm Dave Evans." We were all silent for a few moments , not knowing what to say. Adam was the first to break the silence.
"Well Paul, what do you play?"
"I own a rhythm guitar."
"Cool, I'm a bassist." Dave and I stood silent. They technically knew I played drums.
"I'm a guitarist," Dave finally said. I studied him. I took in the whole mess of him. From his crazy ass hair, to his worn out Chucks. I looked down at my own Chucks. Black, with many scuff marks.
"Larry," it was Paul.
"Hmm?"
"Do ya wanna start?"
"Oh yea, sorry." They were all staring at me. I rubbed he back of my neck. Dave pulled out his guitar and started to tune it. It looked homemade, but what do I know about guitars? I'm a drummer. Adam already finished messing with his bass. He looked like he knew what he was doing.
"We need a singer," Adam announced.
"I can't sing." I replied, right on the spot. I DON'T sing.
"I could supply back up vocals." Dave offered. Adam wasn't listening. He was messing with his Afghan coat.
"Lets not worry about that right now. Let's play!!" I said. And there we were jamming out. Dave was great. So was Adam. I don't think Paul knew what he was doing with his instrument. But, it wasn't my place to point it out. We did need a vocalist. I knew that much.
*
I was waiting patiently. I had already got some calls and I figured I should set up my drums. I hoped my kitchen was big enough, I mean there's nowhere else.
*Knock, knock, knock*
"Oh, shit! They're here!"
I ran to the door. I guarantee my face was as red as a rose. Damn. I opened the door as I held my head.
"Hello there, I'm Paul Hewson."
He had dark brown hair, worn a bit long and choppy. Sky blue eyes stared back at me, waiting.
"Hello, I'm Larry Mullen. I think i talked to you over the phone earlier today."
"That's right! About the band." I gestured him inside with my hand. He smiled, flashing white teeth.
"So, you go to Mt. Temple. How old are you?" he asked.
"Me? Fifteen. You?"
"Sixteen."
*Knock, knock*
"Hold on, gotta answer the door." I jerked my thumb towards the door. I ran to the door, again. Forcing a smile upon my face, I opened the door. Two guys 'bout my age standing there. One with a blond fro, the other with crazy medium brown flyaway hair.
"Ello," the blond said. He sounded faintly British.
"Hi," the other smiled.
"Hello," I replied l, with a nod of my head.
"Well, come on in." I nodded indoors. The blond smiled and big monster of a grin.
"Thanks," he said. "Name's Adam Clayton."
"No problem," I replied. "I'm Larry Mullen."Adam held out his hand and I shook it. The other smiled and as though not to be left out, held out his hand also.
"Hi Larry, I'm Dave Evans."
"Great to meet 'cha." I led them into the kitchen, where Paul was tinkering with his guitar. He looked up to see the three of us staring down upon him. He stood up, smiling, and held out his hand towards Adam.
"Hello, I'm Paul Hewson."
"Ello, mate," Adam said, shaking his hand. "Name's Adam Clayton. I believe we have Geometry together."
"Yea, I think we do." He extended his hand towards Dave. He took it.
"Hi Paul. I'm Dave Evans." We were all silent for a few moments , not knowing what to say. Adam was the first to break the silence.
"Well Paul, what do you play?"
"I own a rhythm guitar."
"Cool, I'm a bassist." Dave and I stood silent. They technically knew I played drums.
"I'm a guitarist," Dave finally said. I studied him. I took in the whole mess of him. From his crazy ass hair, to his worn out Chucks. I looked down at my own Chucks. Black, with many scuff marks.
"Larry," it was Paul.
"Hmm?"
"Do ya wanna start?"
"Oh yea, sorry." They were all staring at me. I rubbed he back of my neck. Dave pulled out his guitar and started to tune it. It looked homemade, but what do I know about guitars? I'm a drummer. Adam already finished messing with his bass. He looked like he knew what he was doing.
"We need a singer," Adam announced.
"I can't sing." I replied, right on the spot. I DON'T sing.
"I could supply back up vocals." Dave offered. Adam wasn't listening. He was messing with his Afghan coat.
"Lets not worry about that right now. Let's play!!" I said. And there we were jamming out. Dave was great. So was Adam. I don't think Paul knew what he was doing with his instrument. But, it wasn't my place to point it out. We did need a vocalist. I knew that much.