Aaron Connor by Nathan Davey Page A

that the bass
guitar was still strapped in where I left it. Being how tightly it
was wedged in, no one dared try to steal it as it would take too
long and they would most likely be caught in the act. The lads went
through the back of their bashed up van and checked that everything
was in order. Thankfully everything was where it should be and so
we were ready to go.
    I was looking forward to seeing
these guys play. I’d come to love their company and sense of
humour, so I just hoped that my impressions wouldn’t be soiled by
their lack of talent. I’m not saying that I’d only like people if
they’re talented. It’s just that, after establishing themselves as
a rock band, I really wanted them to be good at what they did. I
think I would have liked them all the same if they were bad. Still,
I was excited to see how these guys would play and what their
chances were at actually making it as musicians. I hope that they
do. I haven’t heard from them since then, so I don’t know how
they’re doing right now. I just hope that they get a record deal
soon, they deserve a break.
    After confirming that everyone
was ready, the boys got into the van and set off down the road. We
followed them with Lizzie driving this time and me sitting behind
her. She wanted a go so I thought, why not? I had about the same
experiences in riding bikes as she had, so it would have been quite
mean to say no. Besides, it was only up the road. She drove us
through the Town, all the time following the black van, until we
finally reached the Speakeasy Bar.

CHAPTER NINE

     
    We pulled up in front of the
building and parked up on the curve. Even though it was only
Tuesday night, the bar was heaving full of people who were all
dolled up and ready to party. The girls were wearing short dresses
that left nothing to the imagination. Men and Women alike were
covered in fake tan and orangey make up. Music was bellowing out of
the bar doors. There was a lot of drinking, smoking, kissing and
vomiting going on. To readers who are not from the United Kingdom,
this is what England is like every night, brilliant init?
    Lizzie got off the bike first
to take a look at the bar. The walls around the front window were
painted an olive green. The large round and friendly letters
stating the name of the bar was under lit with red LEDs, outlining
the letters in a cherry red glow. In the window was a neon light
with the image of a cocktail glass in green and the word “cocktail”
in red. From the outside it looked surprisingly small. This didn’t
matter as the building was trendy, modern and most of all cool.
    Lizzie stopped admiring the bar
for a moment, to help me get the bass out of the sidecar. As we
were undoing the straps, I could see out of the corner of my eye
the boys unloading their van as well. Many guitar cases came out of
the van as well as padded cases holding parts of Zo’s drum kit. The
band’s appearance had almost instantly gained some attention.
    “ Are you guys
playing tonight?” said a girl, “you like, a band or
something?”
    The girl’s face was bright
orange, her hair was over stylized, her body was on show in a
shockingly revealing dress, wore some high heels and looked no
older then fourteen. Girls in England grow up fast. That sweet
innocent girl you once knew is gone before you know it. They’re
already wearing make up and wanting to get off with boys. It’s sad;
the Teenage years are expanding in size, while the childhood years
are shrinking.
    I was instantly disgusted when
I saw that girl. She was too young to dress like that. She’s too
young to wear clothes which are designed to allure men. When she
left the house that night, did her parents approve this mode of
dress? Was it her parents who suggested her to dress in this way?
Where do we draw the line? It’s just such a shame to see the adult
world pressed upon the young so soon in life.
    “ Yah we’re
playing tonight” said Stewie, who was looking just about as
disgusted