Chapter 5: Band Club and Tour Pt.2

After she told me those shocking things, she pulled me out of the recording room and went to the other room which connects from the other sidenof the Control room. I'm not yet done coping with what she just said and there is another shocking things in front of me. 

"Here we are in the lounge!"

This room is muhc bigger than the recording one. This is even bigger than my advisory classroom, probably thrice if I'm not mistaken. On one side, is a overhead rack where sorts of guitars are hanging. I couldn't help but go near it. Fender, Gibson, Yamaha, Gretsch, Ibanez. There are even some brands than I don't know exist. From electric guitars to bass, different strings count, different types. As if you are inside a museum of music, showing you how the Band music evolved from 50' to now. 

I looked at Christine and she was there standing and looking at me while smiling. Strange..

"In the cabinet there are the electronics. You might wanna see them as well."

I went to the cabinet that she pointed on and upon opening it, all sorts of guitar pedals and electronics inside are there. Pegs, shifters, knobs, switches which are probably for jaguar and Jazzmasters. Pedals are lined up and labeled from pre amp to modulations. There are known brands, and some that I didn't know exist. From analog ones and Multi effects too. This is just so amazing. 

"And all of this are just donations?"

"Yeah. Some are given as is, and some are in money. And we use the money to buy these things. Like that one guitar over there."

She pointed at a Gibson guitar.

"That guitar is a vintage, i forgot it's model name. The price of that is the price of a car. But no one really uses it. They are afraid of dropping it. Only the old man has the balls to use it." 

Interesting... My hand went on it's own to pick it up but when it was just inches away from the neck, my body became cold and my vision blacked out.

'I o..dd o. Ou..r lf...sh.'

A voice rang in my head.

I retracted my hand back and everything clears up. Why am I so impulsive. I really hate this fucking feeling.

"You don't wanna try it?" A voice calmed my nerves.

"Huh?" I faced her and She was still there standing where she was and looking at me with a smile. But I can feel those eyes has worry.

"Play it? You seem interested on that guitar." The worrysome look concealed itself. Was it just me? Did I see it wrong?

"Ohh. Nahh I was just impulsive. I don't even know how to play the guitar."

"I see. But, you can try and just pick it up?"

"No thanks.." then I saw a racks of trophies on the other side. This side of the wall is a Glass wall which gives the view of the Soccer Club and Bassball Club. The direction where the bassball court is facing is the opposite of where we are. This way, in case a home run happened, the ball won't be going here and instead going onto the opposite direction.

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"Oh those trophies. That is the legacy of this club. Even those the school is known for it's sports clubs in national level, the Band club is the club that singlehandedly carry it's own art category against the sport. Ever since this club was started, this flub was topping on every battle of the bands it went. And what's more, this club had multiple bands on it's arsenal."

At the top of the trophy Cabinet, the Gold cups are lined up but there is 3 consecutive cups that are silvers instead of gold, before going back the gold again.

My eyes went towards those 3 cups, the years that were listed there was 2012, 2013, 2014. Those years huh.

"Those silver cups. Those are the only times when this club never Got first place in national level. It was the time when a certain band from a near provincial highschool was born and they were like demigods of rock. I was I was in my last years of my highschool and early years of my college, big reason why I never heard of them. And you probably guessed it. Ehat band it was."

"The Anklebreakers."

"Yes. That band consist of very young roster. The old man said during that time that, he thought the kids were just there to experience things but instead it was him who was able to experience something incredible. I've never heard him compliment any artist ever but he said, "that's how music should be played." That's what he said. I think he was much more a fan of them than me. But hr couldn't show it in public, he thought it was an act of treason and betrayal.but since he's not moderating here anymore and he's currently a General Manager of a Music Label now, he can now express his love for that band now."

That band again. Just like she said, they were like demigods. If you weren't there to hear them live, or never catches a glimpse of it. You would never thought that such band actually exist, it wasn't just fictional and just a project of a pool of great artist to produce such songs. It is like a legend, a myth. And the fact that almost all of them are not in radar, it just adds to the fuel that such band didn't really exist at all. But even with such thoughts, the music is still being played in online song providers, used as Advertisement song, in radioz TV, almost everywhere. It was almost 6 years already. 

"When we're gone, the music is what we'll leave. To show that we Exist. To let the future know we've been here.' this is the lyrics of their last Single before they suddenly disappeared. How Ironic, they did left these song relics so that the musicians at this time will have a legacy to look up to, to idolize, to have a goal to reach. Their music still lives on in our hearts, right?"

"Yeah. you're right."

I wonder where are them now? Well, not really something I should be thinking right now. I just noticed something.

"By the way, why is it like no one is coming? It's been like 20 minutes already?"

"Ahhh.. ehh.. let's just wait, I guess?"

"Al.. right."

Why is she suddenly fidgeting like a kid? Is thdre something she isn't telling me? I wonder what is it? Something isn'y really adding up. I wonder what it is. 

Minutes had past,

 another 20..

And now it's been an hour.

*Ringggggggggggg*

No one came. What the hell is happening?

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