Take It Easy
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It was the human condition that made him angry. Well not the human condition exactly, it was Julia. Julia was being a total bitch with her tied back hair and her need to become something more than a Palm Desert girl. Then again, that was what attracted Skye anyway. Sure, the delightful freckles on her cheeks that made it look a light touch of sand brushed over her cheeks, or the adorable blue eyes that felt like the sea was peering down into your soul once she made eye contact with you.

“That band you’re in.” She began as Skye looked over to her, his eyes squinted for the sun beared down on the two in the middle of the ‘Palm’. “What’s its name?”

“We’re still coming up with one.” He bit back reluctantly. “So, Summer is winding down. You’re really leaving huh?”

Julia sighed, this wasn’t the first time they had talked on her departure to college. It had to happen sometime, it was meant to be. “We all leave Skye. Some of us just leave faster.” Skye shrugged, the only response he could think of. “You think we should head back to town?” Skye could only nod.
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“Stop stop.” Skye said as he stopped strumming his guitar. “We’re playing the Desert Circuit in about four days. C’mon guys, we need to get our shit together. It’s Darren’s final gig with us.”

“Aye!” Darren, their drummer clapped his sticks together. Darren was headed for Syracuse, he had gotten into a college. Darren and Skye had been friends since birth almost, living across the street from each other for most of their lives.

“Look mate, I know that better than anyone but I can’t get my shit together if our fucking band leader is going all over the place. Aye?” Their second guitarist and vocalist said as he strummed a few chords, uninterested. Dawkins was a fucking douchebag, but a reliable guitarist and damn fine singer.

“I hate to agree with Dawkins but you’re off today Skye.” The final member of their band said, his bass weighing his stance down. This was Freddy Anderson, the kindest member of the band. He really minced words and could be found with a perpetual smile.

“Fuck it, eh? Lets try ‘Underwater Motor Scooter’ one more time. ONE TWO THREE FOUR!”
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It was the day after, where the three friends of the band sat around in the small crowd surrounding the gas fueled generator. Around the generator was a small band playing a noise metal song while the lead singer howled.

“What do ya think of them?” Skye asked his fellow band mates.

“Their pretty identifiable.” Freddy said.

“Lets not mince words here Freddy, their fucking bland.” Darren continued as he slowly began to drink a Budweiser.

“The fuck you say about ‘Electric Thunder’?” A bystander yelled out

“You won’t fight about it though, will you ya fucking nancy!?” shouted a new bystander approaching, Dawkins who swayed with each step. He was quite buzzed.

The bystander opens his mouth, but once he sees Dawkins assemble with the other three members of his band. He backs away, quietly but reserved.

As the band continues to make small talk, Skye’s phone rings. He looks to see he has a text message. “Hey look, I’ve got to go. Jules said she needed me by her house.” The gang whoops and hollers with chants, ‘Skye’s getting his cherry popped!’ and ‘Skye’s getting laid!’ being the most popular. Skye left the desert with a small on his face as he headed towards his girlfriend’s house.