Queens of Contradiction Chapter 2
Chapter Two Hey! Pierre Got Dressed!
"I wanna go back to the icecream place! That was yummy," Sebastien pouted. They'd been wandering around Montreal all morning, and had stopped at the icecream shop at ten AM. It was about three now, and they were planning on getting to the venue at about five to do soundcheck for the show that started at seven.
"Why? I know you don't need that much sugar in one day." Chuck had about three cellphones or palm pilots in his hands, no one was sure what he had these days, and also a phone to his ear. He kept up with the conversations around him surprisingly well, though. That was why he was a drummer, perfect for multi-taskers.
"Oh, shut up, owl face." Sebastien had heard a hint of knowing sarcasm in Chuck's voice, and it angered him. So, he made fun of Chick's rather large eyes.
"That is so childish."
"Hey! I want more icecream." Pierre looked toward the icecream shop, which was down a side road to their right.
"Fine! But don't blame me when you puke from eating too much sugar. I swear you guys gang up on me like the group of asshole-Hi! May I please speak to a manager?" Chuck had obviously been taken off hold. David gave a high-pitched gigle and pranced away, closer to more sugar.
When the group traipsed into the shop, they looked at the nerdy, gangly, bespectacled boy and turned right around before anyone said a word.
Meanwhile
"Dude! Your hair's, like, red! Redder than mine is!"
"You're hair's red-brown, not bright red, so, yeah, my hair is redder." Melody was pulling bills out of her Jack Skellington wallet and placing them on the counter in front of her. She'd just gotten her hair dyed, obviously, bright red.
"You look like Ronald McDonald," Courtney snickered.
"So, what time should we arrive at this concert of ours?" Melody asked, putting her change in her wallet and placing the wallet into her matching purse.
"Uhm....It's supposed to start at seven, so I'm thinking be there by six."
"And what will we do when we're waiting?"
"We have All-Access Passes, stupid. We can hang out backstage with the guys. I'm determined to hook you up with one of them."
Melody shook her head and continued walking, couinting down the blocks from their apartment in her head. Nine. Eight. Seven...
"I wanna pick out your clothes for you, too. I'm thinking that one skirt I have-"
"NO! No skirts. You know me better than that. I'll wear jeans and an SP t-shirt, but not a skirt."
"Ugh, fine!" Courtney then began doing some strange dance, and Melody took one look at her before running the four remaining blocks to the apartment.
5:30 PM
Melody slammed the hood of the jeep shut, muttering under her breath about the "stupid punk that changed her oil at the shop" while she wiped her hands on a dirty rag. She opened the driver's door of her olive-green jeep and hopped in, turning the key and listening to the engine roar to life. For whatever reason, Melody had inherited her mechanic skills from their father, but Courtney hadn't. Not that she envied her sister for that reason, it was a messy job.
"Are we there yet?" Courtney asked as they pulled off of the shoulder of the highway.
"We would have been there ten minutes ago if the carbor-"
"I don't wanna hear about car crap right now. You know I don't undertsand it."
Melody turned the radio up, staring through the windshield moodily, fuming.
A few minutes later they arrived at the venue, and got a somewhat decent parking space.
"I'll never understand why people camp out for concerts. I can't imagine the excitement reaching that level for anyone."
"They are all little teenage kids with no life." Melody replied as they walked past the line to the security guards at the entrance. There was much complaining from the people in line, but Courtney and Melody had something that those others didn't. Melody pulled her pass out of her pocket to show to the man that had blocked thier path, and he took a look at it, then handed it back and took Courtney's for inspection. Then he stepped aside and let them through.
Meanwhile (Again)
Pierre and Sebastien were wandering around the venue with a video camera of Patrick's, and were taking turns pretending to be newscasters, or interviewing themselves, using strange voices and asking interesting questions of themselves.
"Sebastien, when was the last time you got a blow job?" Sebastien hurried to turn around, changing his voice from high-pitched and girly to his own. "Well, last night, actually. Pierre's mom is so good." He swung back around, using the girly voice again. "Really? Pierre's mom gave you a blow job?" He swung around again, then stopped dead, his jaw dropping when he saw the two girls standing behind Pierre. "Holy shit."
Pierre turned, following Seb's gaze, and jumped a foor in the air, before running away. He'd been doing the interviewing in his underwear, and wasn't happy about being caught. Sebastien was fully clothed, but shy, so he just stood and stared. The two girls just looked at eachother, mouths hanging open, and began howling with laughter.
"I bet Courtney can give a better blow job than Pierre's mom can." Melody had gotten over her giggle fit quicker than Courtney, who was leaning heavily on Melody so she wouldn't collapse.
"Uhm...Okay. Do you guys wanna go...somewhere else?" Sebastien was having a hard time being polite, his manners always disappeared when he was shocked.
When the girls shrugged, he turned and led them down a labyrinth of hallways, before he opened a doorway and stepped aside, waving them in.
"Hey! Pierre got dressed!" Courtney and Melody shouted in unison, then began cracking up again.
"Hey! You with the face! What'd you do to your hair!" David was speaking in exclamation points, and that pushed Melody over the edge. She fell on to the floor, rolling around with tears streaming from her eyes. Courtney took it upon herself to kick Melody lightly every chance she got.
"I haven't seen her laugh like this in years."
Pierre came to stand by Courtney, staring down at Melody with a smirk. "You two look a lot alike, you know that?"
"We-We're-hehe...twins," Melody somehow managed to gasp out, before Patrick pushed Sebastien for whatever reason, and Sebastien tripped over Melody and fell on top of her.
"Hi!" It was a wonder that Melody managed to say this as well. Sebastien gave her a wierd look, then burst into laughter as well.
"This is great," Patrick muttered, playing with his camera to get different perspectives of the chaos. "You gotta admit, I picked some cool people to give those passes to."
"Oh, shut up, slave," David said, slapping Patrick's arm.
"Ow!"
"I wanna go back to the icecream place! That was yummy," Sebastien pouted. They'd been wandering around Montreal all morning, and had stopped at the icecream shop at ten AM. It was about three now, and they were planning on getting to the venue at about five to do soundcheck for the show that started at seven.
"Why? I know you don't need that much sugar in one day." Chuck had about three cellphones or palm pilots in his hands, no one was sure what he had these days, and also a phone to his ear. He kept up with the conversations around him surprisingly well, though. That was why he was a drummer, perfect for multi-taskers.
"Oh, shut up, owl face." Sebastien had heard a hint of knowing sarcasm in Chuck's voice, and it angered him. So, he made fun of Chick's rather large eyes.
"That is so childish."
"Hey! I want more icecream." Pierre looked toward the icecream shop, which was down a side road to their right.
"Fine! But don't blame me when you puke from eating too much sugar. I swear you guys gang up on me like the group of asshole-Hi! May I please speak to a manager?" Chuck had obviously been taken off hold. David gave a high-pitched gigle and pranced away, closer to more sugar.
When the group traipsed into the shop, they looked at the nerdy, gangly, bespectacled boy and turned right around before anyone said a word.
Meanwhile
"Dude! Your hair's, like, red! Redder than mine is!"
"You're hair's red-brown, not bright red, so, yeah, my hair is redder." Melody was pulling bills out of her Jack Skellington wallet and placing them on the counter in front of her. She'd just gotten her hair dyed, obviously, bright red.
"You look like Ronald McDonald," Courtney snickered.
"So, what time should we arrive at this concert of ours?" Melody asked, putting her change in her wallet and placing the wallet into her matching purse.
"Uhm....It's supposed to start at seven, so I'm thinking be there by six."
"And what will we do when we're waiting?"
"We have All-Access Passes, stupid. We can hang out backstage with the guys. I'm determined to hook you up with one of them."
Melody shook her head and continued walking, couinting down the blocks from their apartment in her head. Nine. Eight. Seven...
"I wanna pick out your clothes for you, too. I'm thinking that one skirt I have-"
"NO! No skirts. You know me better than that. I'll wear jeans and an SP t-shirt, but not a skirt."
"Ugh, fine!" Courtney then began doing some strange dance, and Melody took one look at her before running the four remaining blocks to the apartment.
5:30 PM
Melody slammed the hood of the jeep shut, muttering under her breath about the "stupid punk that changed her oil at the shop" while she wiped her hands on a dirty rag. She opened the driver's door of her olive-green jeep and hopped in, turning the key and listening to the engine roar to life. For whatever reason, Melody had inherited her mechanic skills from their father, but Courtney hadn't. Not that she envied her sister for that reason, it was a messy job.
"Are we there yet?" Courtney asked as they pulled off of the shoulder of the highway.
"We would have been there ten minutes ago if the carbor-"
"I don't wanna hear about car crap right now. You know I don't undertsand it."
Melody turned the radio up, staring through the windshield moodily, fuming.
A few minutes later they arrived at the venue, and got a somewhat decent parking space.
"I'll never understand why people camp out for concerts. I can't imagine the excitement reaching that level for anyone."
"They are all little teenage kids with no life." Melody replied as they walked past the line to the security guards at the entrance. There was much complaining from the people in line, but Courtney and Melody had something that those others didn't. Melody pulled her pass out of her pocket to show to the man that had blocked thier path, and he took a look at it, then handed it back and took Courtney's for inspection. Then he stepped aside and let them through.
Meanwhile (Again)
Pierre and Sebastien were wandering around the venue with a video camera of Patrick's, and were taking turns pretending to be newscasters, or interviewing themselves, using strange voices and asking interesting questions of themselves.
"Sebastien, when was the last time you got a blow job?" Sebastien hurried to turn around, changing his voice from high-pitched and girly to his own. "Well, last night, actually. Pierre's mom is so good." He swung back around, using the girly voice again. "Really? Pierre's mom gave you a blow job?" He swung around again, then stopped dead, his jaw dropping when he saw the two girls standing behind Pierre. "Holy shit."
Pierre turned, following Seb's gaze, and jumped a foor in the air, before running away. He'd been doing the interviewing in his underwear, and wasn't happy about being caught. Sebastien was fully clothed, but shy, so he just stood and stared. The two girls just looked at eachother, mouths hanging open, and began howling with laughter.
"I bet Courtney can give a better blow job than Pierre's mom can." Melody had gotten over her giggle fit quicker than Courtney, who was leaning heavily on Melody so she wouldn't collapse.
"Uhm...Okay. Do you guys wanna go...somewhere else?" Sebastien was having a hard time being polite, his manners always disappeared when he was shocked.
When the girls shrugged, he turned and led them down a labyrinth of hallways, before he opened a doorway and stepped aside, waving them in.
"Hey! Pierre got dressed!" Courtney and Melody shouted in unison, then began cracking up again.
"Hey! You with the face! What'd you do to your hair!" David was speaking in exclamation points, and that pushed Melody over the edge. She fell on to the floor, rolling around with tears streaming from her eyes. Courtney took it upon herself to kick Melody lightly every chance she got.
"I haven't seen her laugh like this in years."
Pierre came to stand by Courtney, staring down at Melody with a smirk. "You two look a lot alike, you know that?"
"We-We're-hehe...twins," Melody somehow managed to gasp out, before Patrick pushed Sebastien for whatever reason, and Sebastien tripped over Melody and fell on top of her.
"Hi!" It was a wonder that Melody managed to say this as well. Sebastien gave her a wierd look, then burst into laughter as well.
"This is great," Patrick muttered, playing with his camera to get different perspectives of the chaos. "You gotta admit, I picked some cool people to give those passes to."
"Oh, shut up, slave," David said, slapping Patrick's arm.
"Ow!"