The Music Freaks Novels & Stories

“Huh cool, for some reason I did not peg you as the musical type. How about you come by Nate’s place tonight and we give it a try? If you’re interested, that is.” “Yeah, I could come by.” He looks over at me and I smile widely at him. “Okay, sick. Here, this is the set list and the sheet music. Some are covers and some are originals.” Drew hands him a folder with a bunch of papers in it. “What’s your band's name?” I ask. “We’re called Paradox,” Drew tells me. “If the rest of you want to come hang out and watch you’re welcome too,” Nate says. “Yeah, you guys should totally come! We go all the time. Watch some music, have a beer, order takeout. It’s a good time,” Cleo says.

We’d used that money to bribe Hank’s older brother into getting us a twelve-pack of beer. Our music wasn’t as raw as it was back then, but what it lacked in crude sound it more than made up for in power. Every note we hit that night had the force of a sucker punch. We didn’t merely play those songs for the crowd; we attacked them, ripping into them like wild animals. We’d starved for weeks in that studio, and now we’d have our nourishment. ‘Gypsy’ transitioned into ‘Dim Carcosa’, and during Hank’s bass-driven lead up, Johnny held out his hand to the crowd.

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"You probably don't have long before she escapes him and comes back even louder than before." "Thanks, man. I swear, I thought I was going to kill myself if she didn't shut up." Chris rolled his eyes. "Your sister is understandably upset you were injured." "Yeah, well, she'd be even more pissed if she found out if my beating was a warning to her." His words froze Javier. "What did you say?" "The four meatheads who jumped me were hired muscle. West coast boys judging by their accents. They took me by surprise coming off the college campus." Chris's face, the parts not purple and blue already, reddened with embarrassment.

Her inner muscles clamped down on him, milking his length as she screamed herself hoarse. He fucked her straight through it, his pace never faltering....

NICOLE “One taste and I was ruined. I just didn’t know how badly he’d need me, too.” The music was loud enough to shake the buildings' walls. Bodies packed the mansion, laughter and shouting, blending into the heavy bass that pulsed through the floor beneath my feet. I hated parties, especially parties thrown by rich college students with too much money and too much alcohol, and unfortunately, tonight wasn’t just any party; it was Elena’s back-to-school party, and Elena happened to be my best friend. A no to Elena means I don’t value our friendship, and I do a lot.

“Since he was a kid. He was always playing something.” “He’s so talented,” I stated. “The best bass player I’ve ever met.” “So I’m to understand the rest of your band is girls?” Alfred asked. “Yeah, me and my three best friends formed the band when we were in highschool. We got pretty good and started booking gigs. And then we decided we needed a little something more. Hendrix gave us that.” “I’m very useful to the band,” Hendrix smiled. “Basically eye candy.” “Oh really?” Lennox sounded amused.

*She played the fiddle in an Irish band The song began but we couldn't see the person singing but I was sure its ricky's But she fell in love with english man It was a song by ed-sheeran Then suddenly lights came up and Joel's face was revealed and everyone went crazy. He sang and girls began screaming even ginger's voice was heard as he danced around on stage and I rolled my eyes while everyone danced. They sang and everyone clapped to it and sang along "Stupid" I mutters under my breath as I went over to the drink table to get a drink when a guy danced towards me and grabbed my hand "let dance babe" he said "not interested" I answered and made to drink from the cup of prune juice when he g

Only country music comes in. The bar is crowded for a Thursday night. I feel like I’m walking through a movie set or something with all the pickup trucks parked in a gravel parking lot. Music drifts from the bar, and people sit on tailgates, talking and laughing. I hate that I love it so much. Grandpa goes right up to the bar, and the bartender knows his name. “Hey, Fred,” he says. “What are you doing here so late?” “I’m taking my granddaughter out for a night on the town. She just got in from the east coast,” Grandpa tells him.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.