Guitar Rainbow Dash Novels & Stories

Even without all the eyeliner and stuff, she feels more intense than any other girl in the planet. “So, if he’s the vocal.” She says, pointing to Landon. “Then are you the drummer?” She says to me. The three of them gave a low chuckle. They must think I feel bad that my crush knows nothing about me. “No, I’m the guitarist.” I tell her. “Kasey is the drummer.” I said, and Kasey raises her hand. “And he’s the bass.” She says, looking at Clark.

I made another dashing riff with the next set of chords, flying and soaring like a seagull, crashing like summer waves, and ended with a smirk right back at the sea lion. And he—with more confidence than before—started rolling the chords with the steady, romantic air of a human prince that pisses me off even more. I was gripping the guitar strings so tightly, I could feel them cutting into my skin, but it didn’t put out the rage. It was growing rapidly inside. I wanted to smash his stupid head with the instrument in my hand—and watch the string slap his stupid face! How dare he lay a hand on ROSE! ‘PLING! BANG!’

She's bold and courageous but the outrageous amount audience and lightning still gave her goosebumps. "Don't worry. Everything would be alright." Gabby encouraged. "Okay, Gabby. I'd try my best." She promised and took out a deep sigh. The next contestant is... Ruby Darlings!!! "Yaaaayyyy!!!" The crowd cheered up as she walked to the stage... "I took an arrow to the heart, I never kissed a mouth that tastes like yours.. Strawberries and somethin’ more Ooh yeah, I want it all Lipstick on my guitar (Ooh)..."

It was a necklace with an adorable butterfly wings pendant. "This is how you make me feel, Quinn," Risa told me lovingly. "Would you accept it?" With a wide smile, I nodded and let her put it around my neck. Once she was done, I caressed the pendant over my chest and looked at it with happiness. "This is beautiful. Thank you." She embraced me tight and securely, "I'm glad you like it." "I love it, Arisa Gail Valentine," I declared, pressing my lips against her.

"Gibson guitars are known for it's distinct tone and quality! It's made out of solid mahogany." “Dude, who cares?” Tom muttered. “He’s so annoying,” Regina commented. “Looks like Taylor turned Charlie into a babysitter for his freak of a brother,” Archie sneered. “I’m not a freak. I’m special and smart,” Tristan said, defending himself. “I’m very good at playing the guitar too. I can play again. I’m talented. Do you want to hear?” Tristan began strumming another song, eager to prove himself, but Archie’s irritation spiked.

They part from each other, eyes matching. Something is not right here. RAINE POV She’s a roach. I was hoping to have a relaxing night. I’d wow the crowds, have a few drinks, and head home. With Karen here, I could not do that. The fact that she’d show up, after saying she no longer was planning to attend, rubs me the wrong way. Her entrance into Mr.Davis’s circle was obviously strategic, I just couldn’t figure out why.

He does during rehearsal, and I’m not complaining. Jack strums a couple of cords on his Bass Guitar. Jack can give Dax a run for his money with the ladies; he has that whole surfie look minus the actual surfing going on; there is no doubt he is hot, blond sandy hair to his shoulders, ocean blue eyes and a golden tan. Yummy.

Cried, Cindy. “Would a monster know the color song?” Cindy peeked up again. “Blue, red, green, and orange, these are the colors of the rainbow.” Alessa sang. “I added purple to the song too. Blue, red, green, orange, and purple.” Cindy sang. “I love it.” Alessa smiled. “Mommy, why is she tied up if she isn’t a monster?” Cindy looked up at her mother. Jackie looked away from her. “Do you have any other colors I can add to my song,” she asked Alessa.

But she loves another man rather than Hazi and him. Danny swallowed back his pride and leaned back on his seat as he placed the remote control on the table again. Hazi fixated his gaze at the shining light reflected on the table as he heard the rain poured down much more heavily than earlier. The storm was raging and there was a clap of thunder outside. He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

His dark hair hung over one eye, and when he brushed it away, she noticed his eyes were a shade of gray she’d never seen on a person before. He didn’t say anything at all, only took his guitar out of the case, set it aside, put the strap over his head in one fluid motion, and then began to play. Bree recognized the song immediately. It was “Eruption” by Van Halen, arguably the most difficult song to play on guitar, and Zach was killing it. The entire room was silent as the captive audience listened to him play. When he was done, Zach just looked at all of them again without saying anything.