The Underground Runaways

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
I have been thinking about this for awhile, and will continue writing this if you all enjoy this. This story is about a girl named Vi, who runs away from home to become a singer, and ends up in the band, "The Underground Runaways."

Submitted: June 18, 2014

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“You know it’s past closing time already, right?” the cleaning guy said mopping up the floor. “Yeah, I know,” I said standing up from the hard floor. I stared up at the stage right before I was about to leave, and couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted to be up there someday. Mom would be so mad if she knew her daughter snuck into an underground club in L.A.. “You can go up there if you want,” he offered, “I’ll keep the stage lights on for you.” “Really?” I asked excitedly, “Thank you.” “Just try not to fall off the stage,” he warned as he went to clean the back of the bar. I hurriedly ran up those steps and onto the stage where I was instantly blinded by the stage lights. However, it wasn’t harsh, but rather comforting. No wonder I ran away to be welcomed into this light, I could ask for nothing more. As my eyes adjusted to the bright lights, I realized I was completely alone. Unconsciously, I began to sing. I don’t know why I started to sing, but I continued like it was second nature to me. “Got a long long way to go, over her dusty roads. Take my old brown suitcase, and leave at the break of day. I’m not afraid of the distance, some time on my side. Here me singing my song, California here I come. When the sun is going down, silence is the only sound. Oh restless are the nights when nobody’s around. I’m not afraid of the distance, some time on my side. Here me sing my song, California here I come. Day after day, I’m going over her dusty roads. How long will this go on, until I’m there where I belong. But now troubles are over, I wipe off the dust on my boots. Hear me singing my song, California here I come, California here I come!” From the other side of the stage someone applauded and whistled. When I turned to see who they were, I realized it was a guy with a mop of chocolate brown hair to go with his captivating teal eyes. He walked over to me and asked, “What’s your name?” “Vi, and you are?” I replied. “Simon, but call me Sy,” he introduced himself. “You’re an angel out there,” he complimented, “I really truly mean that.” “Thanks, I guess it was a good decision to runaway to come here,” I responded bashfully. “I came to chase the dream as well,” Sy explained, “I started a great band with some others, but it’s tough to get recognized by anyone.” “Tell me about it,” I agreed, “I’ve been singing in the subway, but I’m still living on the park bench.” “We’re actually looking for another singer, and we would love if you would join. We can also let you use a spare bedroom, if you’d like,” he proposed, “No, we would be overjoyed, to have you. But, I hope you don’t mind rooming with a few guys.” “You’re kidding! I’m the one overjoyed! And besides, I’ll put those guys in their place,” I immediately accepted. “You’re definitely tough enough to tackle them,” Sy approved with a small laugh. “Welcome to The Underground Runaways, Vi.”


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