Music Is My Life- If You Take It Away... Chapter 2

The radio played softly as Scott slipped onto his old computer chair. It had been five years since he had written that letter to the president- and music was now officially banned. Solders raided his garage that he now lived in, and stole all of his band tee shirts, even the "ACDC" tee that his father had given him when he was sober.

Scott glanced at the clock, "Almost midnight." he said to himself quietly.  The steady tick's of the clock's hands lulled him into a trance, probably thinking about when he knew Krystal- I noticed that he really misses her. Scott shook his shaggy hair, and snapped out of it. His alarm had blared out of nowhere. He hit the "snooze" button, and logged into the chat room: "Infrared Revive"

What I'm about to tell you is extremely confidential, you can't even tell your dog. "The Infrared Revive" is a group, planning on reclaiming the music. Even though it's banned, there's still ways to get music out there. No one had forgotten how to whistle, and no one has forgotten how to sing. It could work. If we got enough members that is. Personally, I believe that Scott is crazy to be the host of a radio station in his own house.

"Scott, when are you going to stop this? It's been over three years, and nothing has happened. I understand that you want music to be legalized, but I think you're going too far. You're going to end up in jail or worse - with your head on a spit for the convicts in prison to eat." I said to him.

"Rain, be serious, hardly anyone's heads are FED to convicts anymore, it's more of an 'I'll kill you until your dead' type thing."  He added, "And if I do get fed to the convicts, you'll come and get my head right?"

I shot him a dirty look, "Just so I can rip your brains out to eat for breakfast."  Scott isn't the sharpest tool in the shed if you want to say that-and anyways I wouldn't do that, I think that his stupid brains would taste absolutely horrifying.  

My name is Rain, I'm 14- I've been friends with Scott since he was 11, and I completely understand what he was going through.

My mom abandoned me at a train station when I was 4. She told me to wait while she got the tickets, and she never came back to look for me. I have shoulder length brown hair that I usually wear ted up in a loose bun, and 'Sparkling' brown eyes as Scott says.

Scott- I guess you can call him a ladies man if you seriously wanted to. He has wooed some girls onto the Infrared by telling them what they wanted to hear. His hair is long for a guy his age. Of course, since music was banned, we haven't had much money to spend on casualties like getting hair cuts. He has one dull grey eye, and one crystal green one.  When I first tried to make eye contact with Scott, it was actually frightening to me.  He's never admitted it to himself, but I think that he's blind in his left eye. Whenever he tried to maneuver around my dirty side of our "room" he kept bumping into things like my desk, that's on the left side of the wall.

My life's been hard, but when I met Scott, I know finally someone understood. Then; I learned he was still hung up over Krystal.  I don't even know who the hell this chick thinks she is, but she's made this guy pretty depressed. If I ever get to meet her in person, she's going to get an upper-cut that she'll never forget. Unlike Scott, I'm pretty smart, because I read a lot. Even though he is undoubtedly and painstakingly dumb in every way, we make good partners in crime.    

"Glad to know that I can depend on you Rainie girl" I frowned yet again, and stretched out on his couch, "I told you not to call me that."

That's his nickname for me- I absolutely hate it. He got up from tapping on the keypad, and sat almost directly on my feet, "Outch!" I cried. My toe ring had ground into my toe. "Scott! Get off me!"

"You okay?" I nodded, and pulled off my sock. "I think I got to the bone this time." Did I mention that we don't have any money for casualties? Like hair cuts or I don't know? Stitches for bone-showing toes?

I grabbed my sewing needle, and some wire that was strewn around the floor. "I'll be fine. It just hurts." The computer's chat room had been giving off pings here and there, people trying to reach Scott while he was sitting on my feet.

"I'll be right there to help." He said, after typing rapidly and almost breaking my computer's keyboard.  

Scott: No, that's not what I said; we're going to start a petition through emails. We're not going to                                   attack!  

XxKILERMUSCxX:   It would make um' scared ov us. Weed be able to get the musc bac easier and fastr.

"No I've got it. Continue to talk to that miss-speller."  I said, while sewing up the last part of my bone bearing toe.

Scott: We don't want to KILL the government, we want to make things right, so was CAN listen to the music. *Them *Of *Music *Back *Faster

XxKILERMUSCxX: But, it'l be way easier to do this way. Kil thm off, and them we can take over- then we can have whatever we want.

Scott: I personally just want the music back, holding up a nation is one big piece of work if you know what I'm saying. How old are you? *It'll *Kill *Them


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