Saint Joseph School

"It's an 80's pop song, of course it's 4/4. Harm's gonna sing, Mal. We're going to rock it a little harder than it was played originally, but not as whiny as the Good Charlotte version. Holy shit, it's supposed to be a fun, make you dance song, and they make it sound all traumatic. Last Kiss is more of a party song than the way they mangled it. C Key, Timothy. Mal - starting with A D/A. " She started the lead riff to demonstrate, when Harmony strolled in, without skipping a beat.

"Been working - so hard" she started, running a hand through her still-damp-from-the-shower hair. London snickered at her , rolling her eyes just as Sage came in to back her up with some rhythm.

Mal started up in the key London requested, keeping fairly good time with Laurel on the beat.

Look relaxed, but not too loose. Look I'm having a good time. Actually *have* a good time, and maybe it'll just come naturally. I know I'm enjoy this, so that shouldn't be that hard.

He kept his head far more steady this time, but still bobbed it along with the beat. He still kept it down so it was partially covering his forehead. Still, he couldn't help but glance around to see if anyone was giving him the weird looks they usually did.

London traded lead back and forth with Sage, having a great time with the volley. Timothy- despite all her picking on him was spot on with his part, and moved really well behind the keyboard. He put on a good show, but sometimes would stop if he the two made eye contact. It always made her snicker a little, almost as if he was having a good time, but not willing to let her know that. Laurel kicked it up on the beat, everything falling into place. London likened it to a locomotive just starting up. Slow and unsteady, and then all of a sudden it'd all come together and she'd go flying down the tracks. Harmony put on a great show too - whether she wanted to believe it or not, she was like her dad on stage. Great showmanship, and a voice that wouldn't quit. Even Mal, Mal who usually looked like he was doing long division in his head, he seemed to be having a good time with it. With his hair hanging over his face, moving with the beat - he could pull it off.

London's grin grew as Sage sent the lead back her way, and she ran with it.

They were starting to shape up like a real band.