Your Eyes Without A Face
Chapter 1- Draft Unedited
1981 hallows crescent
I triple checked the address to the house before stepping out the car, what a great first impression that would be, knocking in the wrong front door. Once I felt confident enough that this was the correct place i stepped out of my car, shutting the door behind me. The street was lined with panelled mansions of nearly every colour. The one I was walking to was a dark dusted blue colour, that perfectly complimented the white trimmings of the windows.
I followed the stone path lined with chrysanthemums and lilies, they brought me back to when I was little, me and my mom used to plant flowers and plants of all kinds in our garden, sighed at the memory. The path led to a green front door where I rung the bell.
After a few minutes a girl with glowing white hair and blue eyes answered, peaking her head around the door.
“Can I help you?” Her voice came out softly yet rather affirmative,
“Uhhh..” I scratched the back of my neck, shit did I get the wrong day?! Wrong house, can the ground swallow me up already!?!? “I’m here for the band rehearsal, I’m Evan, Evan Rosier.” A flush of realisation came over the girls face “ Oh yes of course my bad, please come in! I’m Pandora” I laughed with relief.
Pandora opened the door wide enough for me to fit in. The second I crossed the threshold I was overwhelmed with the smell of smoke.
“Bloody hell is there a fire?” I asked wafting through the smoke, she giggled “No Barty just tried to cook some chicken nuggets, but as you can see… and smell, it didn’t work”
I laughed. “So you’re our singer, correct?” She walked in front of me, her purple maxi skirt slightly rising to reveal her tattooed ankles
“I suppose I am,”
“Great I’ll introduce you to the others!” she turned and gave me a comforting smile. The butterflies still rose at the thought of having to meet new people, introduce myself. Pandora must’ve caught onto my overthinking as she said “don’t worry they’re a great group,” I gave her a smile in return.
I followed Pandora down a long corridor filled with various Mandela tapestries, until we reached a set of stairs that I assumed led down to the basement. Distantly I could hear voices murmuring as I walked down ,the voices got louder.
“Does this shirt make me look slutty?”
“So slutty,”
“Thanksss, what do you think Reg?”
“I think you should shut the fuck up.”
The room was lit with dim lights and stank of weed, in the corner of the room there was a drum set, and next to that were two guitars and a bass leaning on the wall. Across from them was a couch where a tall slender boy sat next to a rather lively one, below them on the floor sat another girl observing the two boys conversation. We entered the room and our presence was immediately apparent.
“Hey panda!!”
“Hi Dora!”
“PANDA!”
Pandora greeted them all back and began to speak “Everyone meet Evan Rosier, our singer!” they all waved at me.
“Hello Rosier, I’m Regulus Black, drummer,” the tall slender boy spoke, his curly black hair partially covered his vision “that’s Dorcas, bass guitarist,” I looked over to the girl sat on the floor and gave her a smile, she had gorgeous brown eyes and purple highlighted hair she gave me a smile back
“And that is b-“ before Regulus could finish he was cut off.
“BARTY!” The boy who I now know to be Barty, jumped up off of the couch he sat on. He was dressed in : a cropped top with a skull bleached on the front, that revealed his core and various tattoos, and low waisted baggy black jeans
I laughed at his energy, no wonder he burnt the food I thought to myself, he switched the spliff from his right hand to his left and offered me his hand, I accepted it shaking it softly, his cold rings digging into me through his hard grip. “You’re so extra Barty, sit your ass back down” Regulus whined from the couch, “Shut your mouth, you whore,” Barty swiftly replied, turning around to face him
“Shut the fuck up you’re both whores!” Dorcas piped up. “OKAYYY…….GUYS..” Pandora shouted, and everyone went quiet “thank you, Evan now that you’ve met the band..” she glared at everyone, causing them to roll their eyes “let’s start rehearsing, we have a gig this weekend at the three broomsticks,”
“Already?” Barty complained “This is our first time rehearsing together” Pandora stared at the boy “better start practicing then?” Barty sighed.
Everyone got up and walked over to their instrument, I followed suit and walked over to the mic stand adjusting it to my height. I turned it on and said a few words into it to see if it was working properly.
Pandora passed everyone a sheet of paper with their music on, I read the top
‘EYES WITHOUT A FACE- BILLY IDOL’
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Once we’d finished the rehearsal, everyone decided to stay back and order some food, I took this as an opportunity to get to know everyone. We sat around a rectangular table, Regulus in front of me and Dorcas next to him, Pandora sat at the head of the table and Barty was next to me.
“So how did you guys form the band?”
Dorcas answered “Well I’ve always played the bass and figured it could actually get me somewhere, so here I am, and you ?” She chuckled, her face rested in her hands.
I cleared my throat, “I used to sing at a bars and busk on the street for money sometimes, but it was just getting me nowhere and.. if I’m being truthful.. I was in a a dark place,” I still am but no one needs to know that “and I needed more, so here I am,”
Dorcas opened her mouth to reply but before she could, Barty answered.
“Reg and I both came from the same band, then they broke up so we decided to form another”
“You just spat your food everywhere, Bats” Regulus pulled down the torn sleeve of his sweater and wiped his face.
Barty looked up and gave Regulus a big cheesy grin, and something in his face changed he turned to look at the table, but that couldn’t hide the small amount of redness that began coating his face.