Two decaf coffees and two extra-large chocolate doughnuts

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  • Published: 8 Aug 2012
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*Winner of the Beatgirl fan fiction competition!*
Everyone loves coffee and extra-large chocolate doughnuts and Amy is no exception to this. From money problems to bonding over decaf coffees, this is one unique story to show how determination and love can change everything. How will Amy cope with the pressure?


3. The Pulse

 I guess you can tell why this place is called what it is called. The music shakes the building like the many aftershocks of an earthquake, making the club shake dangerously in time to the music. An aftershock is the result of the earth’s crust around the displaced fault plane adjusting to the effects of the main shock. But the reason for the Pulse’s constant vibrations was only because of the music being turned up so high. It kind of does sound like a pulse, these vibrations, the sound of someone’s life line pulsing through their veins in a set of heart shuddering vibrations. I sighed, the loud music was making my head ache but I put on the best smile I could manage to assure Steve and Heather that I was having a fun time when in the truth all I wanted to do was run out of this place screaming and to return to the security of my cosy flat on Brewer Street.

 I glanced at my watch, my watch indicated to me that it was only in fact 11.30 and I had only been here about 20 minutes but it somehow felt like it had been longer. The only reason I was here was to please Steve who’d stubbornly ignored all my wishes to go elsewhere, preferably quieter.

 It was hard to breath properly in here. The loud sound of people screaming along to the music made your eardrums feel like they would explode. You couldn’t see where you were going in this crowd. Everyone was either fighting to get to the front of the crowd where the band was playing or jumping up and down on the spot waving their hands around, supposedly dancing. I just stood there not knowing what I should do next. I had just lost Heather and Steve somewhere in the crowd and I knew there was no point in even trying to push my way through to find them. The chances of finding them were next to impossible.

 The band’s name was called ‘Apollo’ according to a bunch of girls nearby who were screeching out how much they loved them. The name ‘Apollo’ seemed rather fitting considering he was the Greek god of music, amongst many other things…god of prophecy, oracles, healing, plague, poetry and archery. I knew this since I did a project on some of the Greek gods for my English project in year 10 at high school.

 I stood up onto my tiptoes trying to see if I could see Steve and Heather or even the door to get out of here, I would probably prefer the latter. It was no use though, I couldn’t see anything beyond the back of people’s heads. Someone grabbed my arm from behind me suddenly and I yelped from surprise.

“God no need to scream Amy.” Heather smiled, pulling me around to face her.

 Her eyes glinted with excitement from the sound of the music dancing around the room, unlike the look of frustration and irritation in my own. Its not like I didn’t like music, I do, it’s just that I guess I can’t help but be a bit claustrophobic at times and the dreadful heat radiating from everyone’s bodies and the distinctive smell of sweat gets me on the edge.

“You need to relax Amy. Listen to the music.” She smiled letting her hand detach itself from my arm and grab my hand instead as she pulled me through the crowd. Heather is my best friend, we’ve known each other since like forever. I can talk to her about anything… well almost anything. That’s what best friends do right? That doesn’t mean we still don’t have our arguments from time to time.

 We reached a small table at the edge of the club with Steve and Christian huddled on it squished between two other people I didn’t recognise. Steve as usual was dressed in 1940s clothes; a plain white shirt teamed with a black nayon tie. He had it on with a black and white woollen pull over, (God knows how he can wear that in this scorching hot room) slim leg front pleat trousers and brogue shoes to finish it off. He gave me one of his 100 watt smiles as we stumbled through the crowd towards them and I felt my heart leap into my throat. I quickly tucked a stray hair behind my ear and smiled back cautiously.

 “Hey how come you aren’t DJ-ing tonight Christian?” Heather asked Christian practically yelling her words so she could be heard over the sound of the music. She quickly pulled me down onto a spare seat around the table before anyone else in the room who was too tired to dance spotted it and beat us to it. As she pulled me down I nearly fell backwards with the sheer force of her tug. Me wearing three inch heels probably didn’t help either. I don’t know why I was even wearing them it’s impossible to dance in them.

 “I’m starting later on once this band is finished…” He glanced at his watch, “…which I guess is pretty much now.” He replied, his hair gelled up artistically into lots of different spikes on the top of his head. 

 “Did we scare you off Christian?” Heather teased.

Christian trying to squeeze around the table past everyone said sarcastically back at her, “Yeah you saw right through me Heather. As always.” When he’d finally managed to get around the table he turned back to Steve who for some reason had an almost pained look on his face; his mouth twisted into a wobbly smile and his eyes huge with worry. Must be because he was so worried about how we were going to raise the money to keep the studio. Yeah, I’d be as worried as he looked if I’d only put the amount of thought into how we were going to raise the money as he has. Which by the look of things was pretty much next to nothing. However I’ve got a few ideas…

 “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon okay?” Christian told Steve giving him an reassuring smile. Then he headed off into the crowd.

 “What was all that about?” I said leaning forward onto the table.

“Don’t worry bout’ it ok?” Steve mumbled almost angrily.

“If you say so.”

Heather sensing the restlessness on the table changed the subject. “What are you guys gunna do about your money situation?”

“Get less coffees and doughnuts in the mornings?” Steve muttered.

“Come on we need to talk about this seriously.”

I pulled out my small notebook and pen from my clutch bag and opened the notebook at the list of ideas I made. “Well… I’ve got a few ideas…”

“Trust you to have already made a list of ideas Amy.” Heather smiled.

“Well one thing for sure is that we’re not going to raise that much from your average cake stall, so we need to think bigger.” I said studying my list.

“How big are we talking about?” Steve asked.

“I’m talking catwalk big.”

“What so stick a red carpet down the middle of our studio and get a load of people to come right?”

“Urmmm…not quite.”

“What then?” Steve snapped.

“I…I…I don’t know, I can’t think in here.” My brain wasn’t functioning properly because of the loud sounds of screaming mixed up with the DJ’s music.

“Give her a break Steve. You snapping at her is not helping things.” Heather grabbed my notebook and pen out of my hands and shoved it into her bag.

“Hey, give it back!” I yelled at her grabbing for her bag.

“Amy, you need to calm down or you’ll give yourself a heart attack.” She held her bag out of reach. “You can hardly breathe in here Amy, nether mind try to come up with a solution to your problem. So here’s my advice: investigate this idea you have tomorrow when you can think straight. I’ll give you your notepad back when we leave.”

“Don’t forget my pen.” I frowned. What? I needed it back; it was a gift from my Aunt last Christmas and was probably the best pen I’ve ever had.

“Yeah whatever.” She stood up and smoothed down her red halter dress. “I wanna introduce you to some people I’ve just met.” She started walking back into the crowd.

I sighed and stood up from my sitting position. “Come on Steve, we better follow her.” I grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him up. I then entwined my arm with his and pulled him in the direction Heather had headed.

When we’d finally made our way through the crowd, mostly by having to push our way through, Heather pulled me apart from Steve and stood me in front of a bunch of guys tidying away their instruments from the stage.

“Introducing the one and only… Apollo!” She grinned, her eyes sparkling, or maybe that was just the lighting…

“Hi.” I murmured under my breath feeling a bit foolish. There was about three guys on the stage all dressed in black skin tight jeans, with plain white t-shirts (a bit too white, how on earth did they manage not to spill anything on them?) and black leather jackets on. They were all pretty tall, not Christian like tall (Christian was gigantic) but still pretty big and you could tell quite easily from the way their t-shirts clung to their torsos that they all worked out. No wonder all the girls were screaming so loudly.

“There is Jared on the drums, Zachary singing, Austin on keyboard and…“ Heather glanced around and then frowned. “Hey where did your fourth band member go?”

“Oh yeah, he went off to put his guitar in the van.” The guy supposedly called Austin said fiddling around with the wires coming from his keyboard. “Good thing too or else we’d have to call in security. The crowd was getting a little too wild but thankfully when he went the crowd died down a bit knowing that we were getting ready to leave.”

“Where’s your next gig Austin?” Heather said playing with her hair flirtatiously.

“Hey Jared! When’s our next big gig?” Austin yelled at Jared.

Jared ran his hand through his hair thoughtfully. “Not for a while yet… sometime in September I guess.”

“But that’s like ages away!” Heather moaned.

Jared shrugged.

“I’m not feeling so well Heather.” I swallowed my throat suddenly feeling as dry as the Sahara desert. (the hottest desert in the world, the highest temperature it had been was 57.8°C which was pretty damn hot) “I’m gunna head outside for some fresh air for a bit.”

“Suit yourself.” She replied carrying on talking to Jared.

I ran pushing myself through the crowd desperate for some fresh air, but I’d barely gotten anywhere before I’d slammed right into someone. The impact of the crash nearly made me topple over backwards. Silly heels.

I took a step back, apologising before I’d realised who it was I’d run into. He towered over me his eyes mossy green in the light. I squinted sure I’d must have been mistaken, but no my eyes weren’t deceiving me. It was Leo.

“Why the hell are you here?” I yelled at him breathing heavily.

“I could ask you the same question.” He frowned, his eyes narrowing.

“I asked you first.”

“Nice outfit.” He said deviously.

I glanced down at my cocktail dress. It didn’t look that bad. It wasn’t too short or too long and was deep black in colour with millions of sequins sown onto it. One of my own designs. Some people may think it looked slightly tacky, but I have to disagree, I think it gives me a look of mystery.

“What’s wrong with it?” I snapped.

“Nothing. It’s not half bad for a crazy woman.” He said raising his eyebrows. I wasn’t quite sure whether he was mocking me or not.

“Hey Leo over here!” Heather shouted waving at Leo a few feet behind me. She scampered up to us. “Hey… wait do you guys know each other?” she said confused noticing our hostility towards each other.

“Unfortunately.” I glowered grinding my teeth together.

Leo smiled slyly pasting on the charm “I was fortunate enough to have made Miss Amy’s acquaintance this morning.” Leo remarked talking directly to Heather.

“Fortunate? You hated my guts at first sight! Now will you please answer my question! What are you doing here?”

“He’s part of the band. He’s the lead guitarist.” Heather answered for him.

“You mean the only guitarist.” I smirked.

“I’m choosing to ignore that remark.” Leo noted.

Heather scowled at me for a second like I was the one who was to blame for all of this. Then she turned to Leo smiling trying to have a polite conversation. “Apollo is an interesting name. Who came up with the name for the band?”

“Oh yeah that. Jared came up with it, its something to do with music and songs.” Leo said pulling on the collar of his shirt looking uncomfortable.

“Apollo is the Greek God of music.“ I muttered under my breath.

“Yeah something’ like that.” He grunted checking something on his phone. Nice. His phone was a Samson Galaxy S3, it makes you wonder why he needs to work at a cheap café downtown when he could afford a phone like that. Last time I heard it was £449.89. Its alright for some.

“Well I’m off, got get home and get my beauty sleep.” He grinned at Heather. “Will you tell the guys I left for home, cos’ I gotta dash.”

“What’s the rush?” Heather smiled.

“Ah, if I told you that I’d have to kill you.” His smile broadened. He tucked his phone in his pocket and turned back into the crowd.

“What was wrong with you?” Heather’s smile had vanished and she had turned around to face me. “I know you’re feelin’ ill and all but you didn’t have to be so nasty.”

“He started it.” I argued.

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