Bradbury challenge - Week 8

The electric guitar went even higher, making all recoil from the imposing sound. The drummer immediately increased the beat, daring it to keep the pace. The vocalist tried to keep up with the chaos until her voice cracked. No one noticed the bassist had stopped playing until she put her instrument down.

Fiona improvised a riff so impressive it made the vocalist forget that it didn’t fit the current song at all, and Debbie answered by going all in on the pace, pushing the guitarist to make a mistake. The bassist grabbed the mike and pointed it towards the amp, the intense feedback making her two impassioned band members cover their ears.

“Damn it Kat, what the fuck?!” Fiona said like her parents caught her masturbating.

“Shut up Fiona, this wouldn’t happen if you didn’t keep trying to jizz all over the stage.” Debbie said, staring at the guitarist.

“Will you please cut it out!” The vocalist said but Kat put a hand on her shoulder and shaked her head.

“We agreed that guitar was the dominant instrument on this song, Florence.” Fiona said as she wiped the sweat from her forehead up into her neon pink side cut, careful to avoid messing up her dramatic eyeliner.

“Dominant doesn’t mean cuntish, you whore.” The drummer responded, casually balancing herself back on her seat as she tugged on her loose black tank top to get some air.

“We shouldn-” Florence started. “Fuck you Debbie, you’re the one messing up my riffs!” Fiona shouted, taking the strap off her black leather jacket to toss her guitar to the side.

The vocalist recoiled from the throw but Debbie smiled defiantly. “I’m the one giving the rhythm bitch, if you can’t follow along your jerky fingers ain’t worth shit.”

“I’ll show you how great my fingers are, slut.” Fiona said as she strode through the room to stand on the other side of the drums, ready for a brawl.

The bassist rolled her eyes and went to the side to grab her bag, while the vocalist got closer to prevent the two others from getting physical.

“That’s the spirit we should put in the music girls!” Florence said, looking at her band members who couldn’t take their eyes away from each other. “Let’s do it one more time but following the score, okay?”

A loud zip got her attention back to the bassist, who was now standing near the exit door.

“You guys have fun scissoring each other all you want. I’m out.” Kat said as she pushed the door.

“No, wait!” Florence said, hurrying to catch up. “Kat, please wait! We can work it out!”

The other two didn’t bother looking at the vocalist leaving the room more than they did with their former band member. Fiona bent over the drum, close enough to grab Debbie and show her the inside of her white undershirt, currently unconstrained by a bra.

“Don’t put your sweaty tits on my kit, bitch.” The drummer said in a deadpan voice.

“Or what?” Fiona said with fire in her eyes. “You talk shit but you keep your ass seated rather than moving it here.”

“Jealous of my seat?” Debbie said, inching her face closer. “Then you should-”

Fiona grabbed the drummer behind the head and kissed her, her fingers digging into her short brown hair. She pulled Debbie up to stand over the drums, not letting her catch her breath as she played with the piercing on her tongue.

Debbie grabbed Fiona’s hand and brought it down to her pants, breaking away from the kiss.

“Is that all you got?” She said, looking frenzied.

The guitarist lifted her up on the other side of the drums.