The story of the Penguins, The best band ever (CHAPTER 6)

by Alec in Michigan

2 days later
“Okay guys, lets try this one more time.” Noah said with an exasperated sigh. The Penguins were having band practice in Johnny’s garage, and they just couldn’t get this new song down. Just as Noah was about to play the first note on his guitar his cell phone rang.
“Oh, let me guess,” Johnny said sarcastically, “It’s probably Grace,” Johnny was speaking of the brown haired girl who Noah had gone with the night of their first show, “ Or should I say, Mrs. Zobster?”
“Me no likey them girls.” No Name piped in. The reason he “No likey” the girls was because Olga, the girl with the unibrow who had been his date, ended up punching him in the face after he commented about the “funny fur fur above her see holes.” A.k.a. her unibrow.
“Well me like those girls, so shut up Johnny.” Noah said, answering the cell phone.
“Hello?”
“Is this Mr. Noah Zobster?” Asked a deep, ominous voice on the end of the phone.
“Who wants to know?” Questioned Noah, curious and nervous at the same time.
Silence.
“H-h-hello?” Noah stuttered.
“Son, have you ever heard of Adeline records?” Asked the mystery voice.
“Yeah, aren’t they owned by Billie Joe and Adrienne Armstrong?”
“Well, I’m Joe Shmoe, talent scout for Adeline records. I was at your performance on Saturday night and I have to admit, I was pretty darn impressed.” Joe said, sounding less ominous now.
“Really? I mean thanks!”
“Yes, and I was wondering if you and you and your fellow band members would like to perform a demo for Mr. And Mrs. Armstrong on, oh lets see, the 16th of February? That way you will have about a month to get ready, we recommend at least 4 songs to perform. We will fly you, all expenses paid, in a private jet, to California.”
“Yes Mr. Shmoe, definitely Mr. Shmoe. Yes, I’ll be in touch.” Noah said eagerly, the excitement welling up inside him. And as soon as he hung up, it burst out in the form of a huge, YESSSSS!!!!!
“Whoa, dude, what was that for?” Johnny questioned as soon as Noah had stopped his shouting.
“Guess who that was?” Noah said, his eyes filled with joy.
“Was it Grace, accepting your marriage proposal?” Johnny sarcastically answered.
“No, idiot, it was a talent scout for Adeline records!” Noah retorted.
“ADELINE RECORDS? OH MY GOSH!” Johnny screamed in surprise.
“Yep, and they want us to perform a demo for guess who? BILLIE JOE AND ADRIENNE ARMSTRONG!”
“Me like the Billie Joe guy. He play with Tre Cool, bestest drummer ever in my ummm, paper with words on it.” No Name piped in, always seeming to have something to say about what Noah and Johnny were debating, and or shouting about.
“Well, here’s the lowdown,” Noah started, “ They’re going to fly us, all expenses paid, may I add, out to California. They want us to perform at least four songs.” Noah said.
“What are you thinking for our four songs?” Johnny questioned.
“Well the guy said he liked the one we performed at your dad’s restaurant. How about we do that again?”
“Hold up a sec, maybe he wants to hear some new stuff, we don’t wanna sound like a broken record, do we?” Johnny said skeptically.
“True, but I don’t know if I can come up with four songs, music and words in, what, about 3 weeks.” Noah replied.
“Yes you can, either that, or we end up waiters at Applebee’s.” Johnny said, in what was his way of motivating Noah.
“Oh, what a troubling thought.” Noah cringed. “I hate Applebee’s.”
“Then lets do this.”