Hamburgers With Rockin'Tea CH2

Chapter 2

He woke up by the light of the sunlight that shone upon his closed eyes.

It took a little time for Arthur to remember where he was and how he got there. The memories began to slowly flood into his mind.

"Bloody hell," was what Arthur thought, "I will never eat at the McDonald's again! That git surely was annoying!"

But then he remembered how the so called 'git' had actually helped him to get home as well, since he had been too tired to even stand properly. He really felt stupid, now he remembered. He must have looked like some sissy that didn't know how to look after himself!

He finally opened his eyes. Slowly, so that the sunlight wouldn't hurt his eyes to much.

"I really need a nice cup of tea," he thought.

So, as he thought that, he began to slowly walk towards the water boiler.

Once he poured in the tea, he noticed that he still had his punk bracelets on his arms, and he was lucky they didn't really hurt him, while he was sleeping on the couch.

"Glad I won't have to work today, since it's a Sunday."

He turned his head to check the clock that was located on the wall, just to see what time it was.

2:37pm.

"That's pretty late," he thought, "I will have to go practice some new songs with the band at 5."  Is what he remembered to have promised yesterday.

After he was done drinking his tea, he already felt a lot better. Now all he had to do was take a nice shower and put on some clean clothes, since he was sure he'd smell awful after the really tiresome concert he gave just the other day.

So he went to shower.

At the shower he suddenly remembered the Alfred guy again. He might not have noticed by the night itself, since he was too busy getting food into his stomach, but now he thought about it, the guy sure did have very nice, blue eyes.

"The kind of eyes that could make you want to stare into them until you drown," Arthur thought, but quickly erased the thought out of his mind as he thought it was stupid to think that way. And besides, it's not like he'd ever see that guy again!

After he was done showering, he took a towel and put it around his waist.

It felt great to feel all clean again, and once he put on clean clothes he felt like he really wanted to play some songs on his guitar.

He really loved his guitar, he even gave it a name, even tough he didn't tell other people about it, since he thought it was a pretty embarrassing name.

Pixy IV, it was, the name of the guitar that is.

He'd been playing  guitar ever since he was able to properly understand what he was playing. It was one of the few things he could actually say he was good at. He felt great to have something he really could do right.

Arthur had his guitar named Pixy after one of his stuffed toys he'd had when he was younger, it'd been some really cute and fluffy unicorn. At that time the unicorn really was an important friend in his life, not because something bad had happened, but he just enjoyed spending time just cuddling the unicorn.

The IV was because the guitar he owned at the moment was his 4th guitar.

If he'd had to make up a name now, he'd probably think up something more awesome, and not a lame name called after some toy he'd had when he was younger, but he'd had such great memories about both the unicorn toy and his first guitar, that he'd decided to stick with the name.

He'd become part of the band at the age of 12 and had improved a lot since then.

People would like his skills more and more, and also the other band members improved very much, so they slowly gained some fans.

They'd started playing just on the street, but right now they were playing in the popular local pubs, and even got invited in some pubs out of town. That really was a great improvement.

Arthur hadn't ever thought about what he'd like to do when he'd be old enough to have a job, but as the band became more and more popular, the thought of becoming a famous performer would pop into his mind more and more often.

And that's why he now, 11 years later, still worked very hard to improve his skills.

So he picked up his guitar and began to play some of the usual songs he'd play to start with, just to have some small warming-up before he'd start playing the difficult solo's and riddles.

He continued to play until he heard the sound of the doorbell ringing.

He put his guitar aside and walked up to the door. As he opened the door, he saw 2 of the other band members stranding there.

"Ready to rock for a bit?" Gilbert, the drummer, asked with his usual smirking face.

His red eyes looked really fierce in combination with his platinum-blond hair. A lot of their girl-fans would say he was sexy and such. And of course, Gilbert being as he was, would agree with them.

The other member, Francis, looked at him with a perverted face that made Arthur annoyed by only seeing it.

This guy also didn't really looked bad, actually girls also liked him a lot, but he was just…

Arthur didn't like Francis that much, since he could be such an arse. Tough, even when it seemed that all they could do was fight, there were times in which they'd become a perfect combination. That mostly happened when performing, since they both were great musicians, Arthur with his guitar and Francis by playing the keyboard, since then they'd work together to make the music sound like the most awesome music on earth. Together they could really make the people go crazy.

"Of course I am! Wait here for a bit, I'll go and grab my guitar," Arthur said, and then walked always back to where he'd put his guitar.

As he came back, Gilbert was holding a little bird. Arthur always wondered how the guy get all these birds to love him, but he always seemed to have them flying around him, just like a bunch of stalkerish fan girls.

Arthur shut the door behind him ,and then they were ready to take off.

They'd have to walk for about 15 minutes from Arthur's place to get to a garage they used to practice at.

This garage was owned by the bassist, named Ludwig. Ludwig was Gilbert's little brother, but he was far more mature and took the practice and the band's career a lot more serious then his albino brother did.

As usual, he'd be waiting for them to get there, together with his friend and neighbor Feliciano. That guy was usually very optimistic, a bit too optimistic and idealistic if you asked Arthur, but he'd always help them by supporting them and listening to their songs to improve their music. So he was one of the few people who were allowed to be watching when they practiced.

As soon as they entered the garage, they immediately went to get ready to start playing.

As usual Arthur would play the lead guitar and the solo's, and he would also sing.

Gilbert went to play some little beats on the drums, just the get a bit warmed up before they started to play.

Francis would go stand behind the keyboard, still wearing the slightly perverted smile as he switched on the power of his keyboard.

Ludwig was already standing when they got there, so he just waited. All he did was helping to plug in some of the electronic plugs.

They all checked their instruments, and as soon as they all agreed they were ready to play, they decided to start playing on of they self-made songs.