Aaron Connor by Nathan Davey Page B

as I was, “why?”
    “ Because I
like boys who are in bands” she said in way she must had thought
was seductive, “you might get lucky”
    As she walked away, I felt like
I was going to be sick. The other boys were going a little bit
green. Lizzie looked furious. Her fists were clenched, her breath
was running through closed teeth and her face was going bright red.
I saw danger, so I darted away and stood with the other boys who
were still standing by the van.
    “ What’s up?”
asked Nick,
    “ Lizzie goanna
blow!” I told them,
    “ I know how
she feels” said Zo, who was bent over and looking ready to
chunder,
    “ YOU!!”
screamed Lizzie, “YOU GIRL!!!”
    The girl turned around and
stared at Lizzie for a while. She was staring daggers at the young
girl. One finger of Lizzie’s was pointed downwards to tell the girl
to come back. The girl began to click clack back on her high heels,
she was swaying her hips a little bit too much.
    “ What?” asked
the girl, when she arrived a few meters in front of
Lizzie,
    “ What do you
think your doing?” asked Lizzie, “how old are you?”
    “ I’m thirteen”
replied the girl,
    All of our stomachs turned
dramatically. Zo was ever so much closer to throwing up everything
he’d eaten. The girl was shocked by our reaction. She even looked a
little offended.
    “ What you
moaning about?” asked the girl in an irritated manner, “Don’t you
think I’m sexy?”
    “ You’re too
young to be flirting with guys” said Lizzie, “dressing the way you
do and being such a….”
    “” Such a”
what?” asked the girl jerking her head,
    “ Such a slut!”
answered Lizzie,
    “ I’m not a
slut!” exclaimed the girl, “forget you lot. I’m going somewhere
else to party. By the way, I was going to blow all of
you!”
    Zo finally did throw up. The
sound of his sick splattering on the ground covered the sound of
the girl’s heels trotting away. Lizzie went back to untying the
bass from the sidecar, her face still expressed anger. I helped her
get the bass out in silence and hand it over to Stewie. We all
tried to forget that the event even happened. Zo kept on unloading
his drum kit as if he hadn’t thrown up at all. None of us wanted to
refer to the odd event again, so I don’t think I’ll write about it
anymore either.
    Nick came up to us with a smile
on his face.
    “ I’ve got a
job for you guys” he said cheerfully, “there might be some wonga in
it for you!”
    “ What is it?”
I asked, I’d completely forgotten about asking Nick for a
job,
    “ We need
someone to work the lightning and sound desks by the side of the
stage” explained Nick, “it’s not a big stage mind, but a little bit
of lighting might make a difference. We’ve never had someone to
control the sound levels before, it might be a great help. We’ll
pay you two a fiver each, out of the money we earn from this gig.
Is that alright?”
    “ Yah!” I said,
“That sounds fine”
    “ Thank you so
much!” seconded Lizzie, this good news instantly made her horrid
mood from before melt away, “We might be able to pay for our own
meals now!”
    “ Great!” said
Nick with a grin, “Well, we’re ready to go inside and set up. You
wanna come help us?”
    “ Sure” we both
said in unison.
    The lads were already starting
to walk inside with their cases. I and Lizzie picked up the
remaining parts of Zo’s drum kit. I had the snare and bass drum,
Lizzie had the hi-hat and crash symbol. We carried them over the
pavement, past the line of people trying to get inside and into the
bar. Nick was just behind us. He was locking up the van and
checking we took the keys from the bike before carrying two
amplifiers in both hands. Happy that Nick was sorted out, I and
Lizzie went inside the building.
    Inside the bar was buzzing
excited people. I saw women wearing pink boas and had learner
plates hung around their necks in string, obviously a hen night
party. Behind the bar’s long library of