Sad_Girl
Blue Crack Supplier
Disclaimer: this story is an absolute figment of a very bored mind and oversctive imagination. None of it ever happened. It's all fake, false, and thoroughly fictional
Chapter one: the original show stealer
It was the final rehearsal, the afternoon of the benefit, and the mayor came walking in like he just discovered the key to world peace. Catalina groaned and closed her eyes as she saw his approach.
On the one hand she was eternally grateful that she and her band ‘Tequila Monster’ had been given the chance to organize and perform for this benefit. On the other, the mayor was a royal pain in the ass.
He’d wanted to have a say in every single aspect of the show, and that was just not something Catalina could stomach. It was her band, and HER show. Why couldn’t he get that?
“Great news!” He called out as he hurried up the curved steps onto the stage. “Incredible news, actually.” He told her, and she sighed and waited for him to drop the bomb. “Well, maybe. It’s not 100% yet, but we may very well have a special guest on stage tonight.”
“What?” She asked, and the guys in the band all winced visibly. Catalina Jo Williams was the star of this band, and everyone knew it. She had ultimate say in things like whether or not she shared the stage, and with whom.
“The AIDS awareness committee of Memphis contacted me this morning about the possibility of a BIG name entertainer stopping by and helping out.” He told her, “A really big name. A band, actually.” He told her, his eyes scanning the other members of the band for help but finding none.
This benefit had been organized in memory of their former member who was dying of AIDS, it was both a personal tribute and a fundraiser for the AIDS awareness society. Why would some ‘big name’ want to nose in on it?
“Anyway, it isn’t certain, but a crew will be by later to set up a second set of instruments. They’ll be flying in from somewhere or another, if they can make it.” He informed them, backing away as if afraid he would be attacked if he turned his back on them.
“Who?” Catalina started, but she stopped herself. She wasn’t going to worry about it, it didn’t really sound likely anyway. Whoever it was had probably owed someone, somewhere and to keep them happy had said they would try to be here, with no intentions of actually showing.
“Nevermind. Let’s just finish up the rehearsal.” She muttered into the mic.
“You sure, Cat?” Gunnar asked, his eyes darting over to his little brother on the drumset, who looked equally concerned. “I mean, he didn’t even say who it was, maybe we should find out and be ready just in case.”
“Hey, it’s OUR show and we’ll do it the way we’ve planned and practiced it for the past two months. It’s too late to change everything now.” She told him, the sound of Krash’s idly playing his electric guitar, unplugged from the amp so as not to disturb anyone’s conversation, constantly in the background.
The guy didn’t say much, but he almost never stopped strumming that guitar.
Cat had a point, so Gunnar nodded and picked his own guitar up, relinquishing the bass to her control for the next song. All they could do was be prepared to perform what they had prepared, and they’d have to adjust to another super-star sized ego when and if it descended upon them.
Cat spent the rest of the day brooding over the possible invasion, wishing they had a few more original songs ready to perform. They had never really intended to be a band that stood on their own merits, not when Charlene had been the lead singer, anyway.
They’d just covered stuff they liked by other groups, but they had still developed a good local following. They had an energy, and they put their signature on each song even if it wasn’t original to them. Back then, Cat was just playing the bass and doing some back up. Gunnar and Charlene had been the founding members of the band, and she had always respected that.
When it became obvious that Charlene was only going to get weaker and sicker, they had asked Cat to step up and keep the band alive.
Now they had started performing some of her own music, as well as more of the songs she liked. Not that she made them perform something they didn’t like. If a person really hated the song they were playing, it had no drive, no spark.
The following the band had already developed had exploded when Cat took the mic; she had the ability to take any old song and make it seem to the audience as if it were the very first time they was hearing it. The girl had enough charisma to go around, taking what was just an average cover band in a whole new direction.
Cat smiled to herself as she looked at the posters plastered all over the street advertising the event. It was amazing to see the band’s name on ad’s for a gig at the Pyramid arena. An arena! They had barely gotten over the excitement of club gigs, a couple of outside venues, but now they were going to do an arena event!
Of course, people weren’t coming to just see them perform, it was also because of the AIDS awareness aspect of it, but it was still a great honor. She had just left the hospital, having promised Charlene she would have a video of the concert for her first thing in the morning, and was on her way to the arena to get ready. Her stomach felt like it had wings.
“Well, guys, are you pumped?” Angie asked, slipping into their dressing room minutes before the show. Angie was the one who had organized the business aspects of the show, and the person who most believed in the band’s potential for success.
Cat was literally bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, her adrenaline working triple overtime. Alex, the drummer, was constantly cracking his knuckles; his brother Gunnar concentrated on his newest tattoo, which he’d uncovered earlier than he should have because he wanted it visible for the show. Krash was nowhere to be seen, but they could hear the strumming of an acoustic guitar from the hallway.
“Absolutely, are they ready for us?” Cat asked, ready to go.
“Not quite, they’re finishing up the speeches. Did you guys hear the radio and TV ads that we ran today?” She asked, eyeing Cat nervously, unsure she had heard about the ‘special guests’ yet.
“No.” Cat replied, her eyes narrowing. She stopped bouncing and looked around the room. From the way the men avoided eye contact, they had heard and didn’t want to be the ones to tell her.
“They suggested that people wouldn’t want to miss the special guest performers. Sounds like they’re actually gonna show. Do you want to wait to go on until they’ve arrived?” She asked, and Cat shook her head.
“No, I thought the mayor was full of hot air about that. Shit! I wish we had half a chance to arrange our set around this.” She complained, and they could hear the smaller band warming up the crowd for them.
“No time to worry about it, just go.” Angie said, stepping aside for the performers, grateful that she didn’t have to stay in an awkward situation any longer. She stood back and watched as they took the stage a few moments later, and couldn’t help thinking that she was witnessing history in the making.
Cat was a thrill to see perform, and the guys were all very talented and charming, too. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine them being world known some day.
“Hello, then. So sorry we’re running late.” She heard a voice say from behind her and turned to see the four of the most famous musicians of all time. Her jaw about hit the floor when she recognized them, they were actually here.
Her eyes hurried back to the stage where Cat was performing her opening song. This was definitely a turning point, now what mattered most was which way they turned. She hoped Cat’s love of the spotlight didn’t weigh more than her good business sense.
“No problem, guys. The local band is just going on.” She informed them, blushing as Bono draped an arm around her shoulders. It was the first time they’d met in person, but he was so easy going and friendly it felt perfectly natural.
“Thank you Memphis! {Whew!} What a night! What a crowd!” Cat was playing up to the audience, walking the stage and looking every bit the part of rock star. She wore a pair of ripped out jeans beneath an old pair of leather motorcycle chaps, a white tank top over a black bra with it’s straps drooping on her shoulders, and half a dozen pendants dangling from either leather, cloth or gold around her neck.
Her long brown hair had extremely dramatic blonde streaks dyed in it, and the blonde streaks were in tiny braids giving her a unique and very sexy look. The crowd loved her.
“They’re pretty good.” Bono told Angie, who beamed with pride in her young friends.
“They’re gonna be something major someday.” She agreed.
“Well, in case you got lost and wandered in here by accident, this is the first annual AIDS awareness society benefit concert.” Cat was saying on stage. She paused for the applause to recede. “And we are a local group known as ‘Tequila Monster.” Another pause, a louder, longer round of applause.
“Thank you, thank you.” She smiled brightly at the crowd.
“Some of you know that I have only recently taken over the role of lead singer for Tequila Monster. Charlene, our founder and original lead, couldn’t continue be here tonight, because she is currently in the hospital."
"She is just one of the countless people who lives in what is supposed to be the most modern, most advanced societies in our world but who is still suffering and dying from a disease which too many people shy away from talking about. HIV and AIDS effects everyone, people! There’s no turning away from it! Hiding our heads and ignoring it only makes it worse.” She said, and Alex refrained from rolling his eyes. Not that it wasn’t important, but the people had already heard the speeches, now they wanted music.
“Oh, no!” Edge groaned dramatically, covering his eyes with one hand. Everyone turned to see what was wrong, and he peeked out from between his fingers.
“Does she remind you of someone?” He asked Larry who smirked and nodded. Adam turned back to look out at the stage where she was leading the band into their next song. He watched her for a moment before turning to face them again, his upside down smile showing his amusement.
“This can’t be good.” He told them, and Bono arched an eyebrow in question.
“As if one Bono wasn’t bad enough.” Adam continued playfully, “Now we have two.”
“And what’s worse; two on one stage.” Edge joked, and Bono smiled crookedly.
He was used to being imitated, but usually he recognized it pretty quickly. He hadn’t seen that in the way the girl behaved. That could only mean the guys were more serious than joking, and she wasn’t intentionally trying to imitate him. He turned his shaded blue eyes out toward the stage again to study her more closely.
Cat was singing her heart out, hanging on to the mic with one hand and the stand with the other, working the crowd expertly. They were covering Bob Dylan’s ‘Don’t think twice, it’s alright’, and doing it better than Dylan himself even had. As she wrapped up the song, she turned and glanced back stage, her eyes landing on the four men with Angie and growing wide as she recognized them.
“Oh, you’re fucking kidding me!” She accidentally spoke her thoughts aloud to the entire arena.
Chapter one: the original show stealer
It was the final rehearsal, the afternoon of the benefit, and the mayor came walking in like he just discovered the key to world peace. Catalina groaned and closed her eyes as she saw his approach.
On the one hand she was eternally grateful that she and her band ‘Tequila Monster’ had been given the chance to organize and perform for this benefit. On the other, the mayor was a royal pain in the ass.
He’d wanted to have a say in every single aspect of the show, and that was just not something Catalina could stomach. It was her band, and HER show. Why couldn’t he get that?
“Great news!” He called out as he hurried up the curved steps onto the stage. “Incredible news, actually.” He told her, and she sighed and waited for him to drop the bomb. “Well, maybe. It’s not 100% yet, but we may very well have a special guest on stage tonight.”
“What?” She asked, and the guys in the band all winced visibly. Catalina Jo Williams was the star of this band, and everyone knew it. She had ultimate say in things like whether or not she shared the stage, and with whom.
“The AIDS awareness committee of Memphis contacted me this morning about the possibility of a BIG name entertainer stopping by and helping out.” He told her, “A really big name. A band, actually.” He told her, his eyes scanning the other members of the band for help but finding none.
This benefit had been organized in memory of their former member who was dying of AIDS, it was both a personal tribute and a fundraiser for the AIDS awareness society. Why would some ‘big name’ want to nose in on it?
“Anyway, it isn’t certain, but a crew will be by later to set up a second set of instruments. They’ll be flying in from somewhere or another, if they can make it.” He informed them, backing away as if afraid he would be attacked if he turned his back on them.
“Who?” Catalina started, but she stopped herself. She wasn’t going to worry about it, it didn’t really sound likely anyway. Whoever it was had probably owed someone, somewhere and to keep them happy had said they would try to be here, with no intentions of actually showing.
“Nevermind. Let’s just finish up the rehearsal.” She muttered into the mic.
“You sure, Cat?” Gunnar asked, his eyes darting over to his little brother on the drumset, who looked equally concerned. “I mean, he didn’t even say who it was, maybe we should find out and be ready just in case.”
“Hey, it’s OUR show and we’ll do it the way we’ve planned and practiced it for the past two months. It’s too late to change everything now.” She told him, the sound of Krash’s idly playing his electric guitar, unplugged from the amp so as not to disturb anyone’s conversation, constantly in the background.
The guy didn’t say much, but he almost never stopped strumming that guitar.
Cat had a point, so Gunnar nodded and picked his own guitar up, relinquishing the bass to her control for the next song. All they could do was be prepared to perform what they had prepared, and they’d have to adjust to another super-star sized ego when and if it descended upon them.
Cat spent the rest of the day brooding over the possible invasion, wishing they had a few more original songs ready to perform. They had never really intended to be a band that stood on their own merits, not when Charlene had been the lead singer, anyway.
They’d just covered stuff they liked by other groups, but they had still developed a good local following. They had an energy, and they put their signature on each song even if it wasn’t original to them. Back then, Cat was just playing the bass and doing some back up. Gunnar and Charlene had been the founding members of the band, and she had always respected that.
When it became obvious that Charlene was only going to get weaker and sicker, they had asked Cat to step up and keep the band alive.
Now they had started performing some of her own music, as well as more of the songs she liked. Not that she made them perform something they didn’t like. If a person really hated the song they were playing, it had no drive, no spark.
The following the band had already developed had exploded when Cat took the mic; she had the ability to take any old song and make it seem to the audience as if it were the very first time they was hearing it. The girl had enough charisma to go around, taking what was just an average cover band in a whole new direction.
Cat smiled to herself as she looked at the posters plastered all over the street advertising the event. It was amazing to see the band’s name on ad’s for a gig at the Pyramid arena. An arena! They had barely gotten over the excitement of club gigs, a couple of outside venues, but now they were going to do an arena event!
Of course, people weren’t coming to just see them perform, it was also because of the AIDS awareness aspect of it, but it was still a great honor. She had just left the hospital, having promised Charlene she would have a video of the concert for her first thing in the morning, and was on her way to the arena to get ready. Her stomach felt like it had wings.
“Well, guys, are you pumped?” Angie asked, slipping into their dressing room minutes before the show. Angie was the one who had organized the business aspects of the show, and the person who most believed in the band’s potential for success.
Cat was literally bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, her adrenaline working triple overtime. Alex, the drummer, was constantly cracking his knuckles; his brother Gunnar concentrated on his newest tattoo, which he’d uncovered earlier than he should have because he wanted it visible for the show. Krash was nowhere to be seen, but they could hear the strumming of an acoustic guitar from the hallway.
“Absolutely, are they ready for us?” Cat asked, ready to go.
“Not quite, they’re finishing up the speeches. Did you guys hear the radio and TV ads that we ran today?” She asked, eyeing Cat nervously, unsure she had heard about the ‘special guests’ yet.
“No.” Cat replied, her eyes narrowing. She stopped bouncing and looked around the room. From the way the men avoided eye contact, they had heard and didn’t want to be the ones to tell her.
“They suggested that people wouldn’t want to miss the special guest performers. Sounds like they’re actually gonna show. Do you want to wait to go on until they’ve arrived?” She asked, and Cat shook her head.
“No, I thought the mayor was full of hot air about that. Shit! I wish we had half a chance to arrange our set around this.” She complained, and they could hear the smaller band warming up the crowd for them.
“No time to worry about it, just go.” Angie said, stepping aside for the performers, grateful that she didn’t have to stay in an awkward situation any longer. She stood back and watched as they took the stage a few moments later, and couldn’t help thinking that she was witnessing history in the making.
Cat was a thrill to see perform, and the guys were all very talented and charming, too. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine them being world known some day.
“Hello, then. So sorry we’re running late.” She heard a voice say from behind her and turned to see the four of the most famous musicians of all time. Her jaw about hit the floor when she recognized them, they were actually here.
Her eyes hurried back to the stage where Cat was performing her opening song. This was definitely a turning point, now what mattered most was which way they turned. She hoped Cat’s love of the spotlight didn’t weigh more than her good business sense.
“No problem, guys. The local band is just going on.” She informed them, blushing as Bono draped an arm around her shoulders. It was the first time they’d met in person, but he was so easy going and friendly it felt perfectly natural.
“Thank you Memphis! {Whew!} What a night! What a crowd!” Cat was playing up to the audience, walking the stage and looking every bit the part of rock star. She wore a pair of ripped out jeans beneath an old pair of leather motorcycle chaps, a white tank top over a black bra with it’s straps drooping on her shoulders, and half a dozen pendants dangling from either leather, cloth or gold around her neck.
Her long brown hair had extremely dramatic blonde streaks dyed in it, and the blonde streaks were in tiny braids giving her a unique and very sexy look. The crowd loved her.
“They’re pretty good.” Bono told Angie, who beamed with pride in her young friends.
“They’re gonna be something major someday.” She agreed.
“Well, in case you got lost and wandered in here by accident, this is the first annual AIDS awareness society benefit concert.” Cat was saying on stage. She paused for the applause to recede. “And we are a local group known as ‘Tequila Monster.” Another pause, a louder, longer round of applause.
“Thank you, thank you.” She smiled brightly at the crowd.
“Some of you know that I have only recently taken over the role of lead singer for Tequila Monster. Charlene, our founder and original lead, couldn’t continue be here tonight, because she is currently in the hospital."
"She is just one of the countless people who lives in what is supposed to be the most modern, most advanced societies in our world but who is still suffering and dying from a disease which too many people shy away from talking about. HIV and AIDS effects everyone, people! There’s no turning away from it! Hiding our heads and ignoring it only makes it worse.” She said, and Alex refrained from rolling his eyes. Not that it wasn’t important, but the people had already heard the speeches, now they wanted music.
“Oh, no!” Edge groaned dramatically, covering his eyes with one hand. Everyone turned to see what was wrong, and he peeked out from between his fingers.
“Does she remind you of someone?” He asked Larry who smirked and nodded. Adam turned back to look out at the stage where she was leading the band into their next song. He watched her for a moment before turning to face them again, his upside down smile showing his amusement.
“This can’t be good.” He told them, and Bono arched an eyebrow in question.
“As if one Bono wasn’t bad enough.” Adam continued playfully, “Now we have two.”
“And what’s worse; two on one stage.” Edge joked, and Bono smiled crookedly.
He was used to being imitated, but usually he recognized it pretty quickly. He hadn’t seen that in the way the girl behaved. That could only mean the guys were more serious than joking, and she wasn’t intentionally trying to imitate him. He turned his shaded blue eyes out toward the stage again to study her more closely.
Cat was singing her heart out, hanging on to the mic with one hand and the stand with the other, working the crowd expertly. They were covering Bob Dylan’s ‘Don’t think twice, it’s alright’, and doing it better than Dylan himself even had. As she wrapped up the song, she turned and glanced back stage, her eyes landing on the four men with Angie and growing wide as she recognized them.
“Oh, you’re fucking kidding me!” She accidentally spoke her thoughts aloud to the entire arena.
