The Rockstars

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Chapter 1, Maathini

Okay, let me tell you something. I have my rules. One, get this over with, I have a Harry Potter movie marathon going on after this with Amiya and Nyla.

“DID SOMEONE SAY HARRY POTTER?!”

Amiya, it’s not your chapter yet! Go to your own chapter, otherwise we will only have time to watch the first movie! And I want to watch both parts of the Deathly Hallows! Now go away!

Anyway, I have a question. Why are you interviewing me in a dog park?

Rule number 2, if the dogs are cute and cuddly, count me in!

“DID SOMEONE SAY DOG?!”

Oh my gosh, NYLA! You are so annoying! Go to your chapter! I NEED TO FINISH MY CHAPTER, OR YOU CAN’T TALK ABOUT DOGS IN YOUR CHAPTER! Okay, sorry, back to what I was saying. Rule number 3, if you say you don’t like my Harry Potter necklace then I will KILL YOU! That’s it. Now let’s talk about the band. Our band. This is the story of our band, The Rockstars.

It was a dark and stormy night… Just kidding! I said that to make it interesting. But is was dark, because it was night, duh! Anyways, we, Amiya, Nyla and I were backstage. Amiya had her thingy-ma-bobber instrument that she got from Hawaii, and she was practicing how to use it for the performance. Nyla was tuning her guitar and thinking of a new song that we could play at the end of our concert. And me? I was checking with the stage directors if we could put different-colored lights for our entrance to make it dramatic when we enter the stage. After that, I got everyone onto the stage and we did a practice rehearsal. This was about half an hour before the performance.

Everything was okay in our rehearsals, maybe one or two mess ups along the way, but they were able to perfect it.

But then came the final performance. OH MY GOD. It was terrible.

They messed up more than they did in the rehearsals! How is that even possible?!

Why god? All I wanted was no mess ups, otherwise we all might have a bad reputation, and no one would want to listen to the music we make! I pray to Velu Nachiyar, (Veeramangi), every single day! But they don’t really pray much everyday, so I guess this was bound to happen.

After the performance, I confronted them and told them that making mistakes was unacceptable! But Nyla started yelling at me, telling me that we aren’t robots! I mean, I know that, but they are repeating their mistakes over and over again! And Amiya kept on interfering in our argument! I was so frustrated! Nyla and I both decided to quit, so she could pursue her dream in Dubstep, while I can have my perfect reputation with no messing up. I thought that was the best for us. To break the band.

Then it was the next day, and I was walking down the hallway to get to school, when I saw Amiya and Nyla. Do you know how awkward that was?

Anyway, I guess Nyla was trying to avoid us too, but Amiya talked either way. She said she was trying to get the band back together, but Nyla and I showed her that we weren’t interested.

Then, I didn’t see them EVER AGAIN!! J.K, I was just trying to make things less boring again! But I didn’t see them… until after school. Nyla rushed up to me with a sudden confidence, Amiya stumbling after her, failing to keep up. Nyla told me that we had fans out there who were waiting for us, and it would ruin my reputation more to not be there! Thank you, but no thank you, my reputation was already ruined! It didn’t matter if we canceled the show!

But then, Nyla promised me something, something I would never forget.

So then we did the show. And it went amazing! We all decided to get the band back together after all! And you are probably wondering what Nyla promised me. Triple-fudge chocolate chip cookies! I know right?! But Amiya said that she deserved a cookie too, for getting our band back together in the first place, so of course I gave her a cookie! And that was the story of our band, or at least what I can remember.

Oh, shoot! I need to go now, or I will be late for the movie marathon!

I need to call my mom now to pick me up. Bye! “Amma, nankal ippotu cella ventum, nankal tamatamakivitom!” (“Mother, we must go now, we’re late!”)

Chapter 2, Amiya

Hey there! It’s Amiya, duh! I’m the baaaad guy, duh! Do do, do do do dodo!

Anyways, thanks for being here! Wow, the word gets around! Am I really that famous? Oh yeah, feel free to pet Everest! Thank goodness we are meeting in a dog park, because I don’t ever want to part with him! He is sooo cute, am I right or am I double right? But make sure he doesn’t eat your shoelaces, because he DOES that! To be honest, I don’t know if he is my dog or a goat anymore! Maybe he is a half animal, like me, because I speak chicken! Buack Buacaack!

Oh, what? You are here to... interview me? Mua? For a book? Amazing!

What’s it about? Mhm, yeah, ohhh, you are here to interview me for the band?

Okay!

Well, it started in my neighborhood, when I was walking my cutie pie Everest with my mom. It was just calm and casual like always. Then I asked Mama what the time was, and she said that it was four thirty. That was when it hit me. Oh god, I was late to the early band practice! I rushed my way back home, (Everest loves to stretch his legs and go for a run, so he practically loves it when I’m late! The more late I am, the more time he gets to spend with me!

But I mean, who could blame him?)

Like I was saying though, I rushed home as quick as I could, with my mom close behind me. She said she would finish the walk with Everest. So then I quickly changed my clothes, got the things I needed stuffed in a backpack, and ran out the door. Then I remembered, oh silly me! I can’t walk there! I need someone to drive me! Mama was still on her walk, so I had Papa drive me to the performance building. I looked at the time as we drove past the neighborhoods. 5 minutes until practice starts! 4! 3! Oh god, 2 minutes! 1! The tension rises!!! And then the car came to a stop! Yesss! We arrived JUST ON TIME!! Can you believe it?!

I waved goodbye to Papa as I entered the building. It was fancaaay! But of course fancy buildings have a catch to it. They are like mazes! After

wandering around for ten minutes, I finally got a building staff to guide me to the performance stage. I thought I was so late, by 12 minutes! But luckily, no one was there yet, so I pulled out my instrument and started to practice. Then Nyla came in, and after that, Maathini. Nyla was practicing a bonus song for our concert, Maathini was talking to the stage directors about some light-show before our performance, and I continued to practice. At the end, we did a quick run-through of our entrance and songs before the show, and then the show began.

The show was going good, although it wasn’t our best show, I have to admit. But then after the show, Nyla and Maathini started rambling off in some argument about the band! I tried to tell them to stay calm and not fight, but they both just ignored me and continued to yell at eachother. Then they did the most unexpected thing ever. They quit! As though it was my fault they quit. But it wasn’t! I was so speechless. I couldn’t say anything to that! I tried to convince them to join back, but it wasn’t happening. I headed home with a heavy heart, and then the next day began.

I woke up with a good feeling, because I felt like this would be the day the band would back together. I saw them once more on the way to school, and I was a little mad. Maathini and Nyla were treating each other like strangers.

They were treating me like a stranger! I, again, tried to persuade them to get the band back together, but they refused. This time, I was even more mad!

They kept on denying me, and trust me, I worked really hard to try and glue together the pieces of our broken band, so I had every right to be sad.

After school, I pulled Nyla over and gave her a meaningful speech about Picasso saying something or the other about not fighting. I sooo hoped this would work. Something popped in Nyla’s head, and we went over to Maathini.

Something REALLY DID click in Nyla’s head, because she rushed over like the Flash to Maathini, me failing to keep track of her. She was that fast! And on top of that, all she had to do was promise Maathini cookies after the show! Are you serious! I spent half of my lunch break making that very speech, and it was easier said than done, ya know! But in the end, Maathini shared one of her cookies with me, because, but of course, I deserved it for getting the band back together! Anyway, we did the show, and it was the best show we ever did! And

that’s saying A LOT, because basically all of our other shows, (not counting the last one where we messed up) are UH-MAY-ZING! The End! Am I forgetting something? Oh yeah, the movie marathon, I need to head to Nyla’s place for that! Ooh, we will practice more songs for the band, binge-watch movies all day, AND have a sleepover! WOW! That IS a lot to fit in for half a day! But I should probably go, and I should also get snacks on the way for Nyla and Maathini! Toodles!

Chapter 3, Nyla Hey guys, it’s NyleStyle, welcome back to another video! Haha, just playing around, my YouTube channel is already dead (-w-). But anyways, thanks for having me here! Especially for having me at a dog park! I want seven dogs when I grow up, but for now, just at least 1 dog is okay! C’mon, after we are done with this, you need to go and convince my mom to get me one!

I’ve been bugging her for 6-7 years!!! I will do most of the work, ‘cause I study a dog’s body language, and I know what vaccines to use on specific dogs, (like neutering and spaying). I also volunteer at my local Humane society!

Pleeeease?!?!

What? Oh, yeah, okay, the band. You are here to interview me for our band? In what? A newspaper? Oh, a book! That’s cool! And does it include just me talking or others? Oh, the others must have already talked about it! Well, I just have to say, if you made it this far into reading this book, then congratulations! You have the nerve to read the same story (from different perspectives) twice, and now for a third time! Good Job! Now let’s get on to the story, shall we?

My story starts off in the car. Believe it or not, all stories have to start in a boring scenery. It’s called the cold, hard truth of reality. My dad was driving, driving, and driving. Everything seemed okay, until we headed out to the freeway. I AM NOT EVEN JOKING, the freeway that we went on was so slow that it could possibly take more than a day to get to practice!

How am I even going to get to practice in 15 minutes when we are stuck in the slowest traffic of all time?! 5 minutes passed by. Then 5 more, and 5 after that. Soon enough, all the 15 minutes that we had passed by, and my dad and I knew that there was NO WAY we would make it on time. But then one car, following after another, made it through the freeway, and we made it too!

All that I could think of at this point was “Freedom! We all live in a free country now!”

I made it to practice, after what seemed like 13-14 minutes late, (I know!) But Amiya was already there, with no sight of Maathini. Maybe I wasn’t too late after all! While Amiya was practicing her turtle-instrument-thingy, and I sat down and tuned my guitar slowly, then began to play a song on it that we all could play at the end of the performance. I got to say, that bonus song was bomb! Anyways, Maathini

came, and had the stage staff do a dramatic reveal for our entrance, by putting neon lights, and dimming the lights in our room. After all of that, we did a small mini concert for good practice, and then we waited for the audience to settle down so the show could start.

The show was absolutely ridiculous! I preferred being a Dubstep artist, rather than being a mess! I’m sure anyone would! Being this type of musician was boring and not my type. But the show went on anyway.

After the show ended, Maathini came up to us and started yelling at us, saying that we keep on making mistakes! Excuse me, we are HUMANS, not robots, so I do NOT know what type of world you live in! They both were shocked when I told them I wanted to be a dubstep artist. They would not accept the career that I wanted to pursue! Then that was it. I was furious. Maathini and I quit the band. We had gotten so far in our fame, but it’s not like we are going to get any further if we are like this, right?

It’s what’s good for us.

The next day at school, I I was putting in my Lynx (™) notebook in my backpack, when I saw the both of them again. I tried to avoid them as much as possible, but Amiya quickly scampered up to us and started to talk. I knew what she was doing, she was trying to get the band back together.

Good luck doing that! I walked away without a word, and didn’t see Amiya until after school.

She gave my a quick but deep speech about Picasso in war and not fighting, or something like that. But then I remembered it. Even though I may not like the style of music we play, our fans do! And all the love and energy we put into our instruments is what they adore the most! That set me off.

I hurried over to Maathini, telling her what I thought. But she just said to just cancel the show! Maathini never acts like this, so we must have made her MAD. I didn’t think it would have to come to this. I promised her a few triple-fudge chocolate chip cookies! Welp, there goes my desert for today!

But when we did the show that night, I put all my love and energy into playing my guitar, and it paid off! I will never forget that day, the day I realized that music is awesome, it doesn’t matter what type. All music is beautiful. And that’s all for the show, folks! (-u-)!

Anyways, I need to get to the movie marathon early, to set up the movies and get the popcorn! Don’t forget to convince my mom to get me a dog! C’ya later!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Nyla Deepak is an 11 year old who enjoys acting, making books, playing basketball, and hanging out with her friends, Amiya and Maathini. This story is based off of a skit that all the three girls are doing for a school talent show, teaching other students to do hard work and to put love into what you do. Each girl has a character inspired by their persona and what they would do in situations like this one, and they take you through a journey that is full of memories, jokes, and themes. But no matter the journey, Nyla will always have her friends by her side, and she will always have a deep love for making all sorts of books.