Context: New town, new problems. Your Dad is doing his best to point some of your destructive energy outside of the house while summer ticks away, so you spend your time with your guitar and big dogs. Today, however, you're trying something new. You're going to see about joining a local punk band. Wonder how it'll go?

Setting: A guitar shop/a house

Tags:[MM4A][Strangers to ?][Guitar Shop Owner Speaker][Dorky Punk Speaker][High Energy Punk Listener][Did We Just Become Best Friends?][Yep!][Flirting?][Jam Sesh][Band Practice][Bunch of Punks][Teasing][Chaos][New Town][New Friends][Guitar Worship][CW: Guitar True Crime]

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[SD] = Skunk's Dad, chill

[s] = Skunk, the punk

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[Scene opens within a guitar store]

[SFX: A bell chiming]

[A nice man smiles up from the counter]

[SD] “Howdy. How can I help you?”

[Your father explains the scenario, still rubbing the bridge of his nose, even hours later. The man listens, giving nothing away]

[SD] “Ah… Youngblood here wanted to come and try out for the band but broke their guitar practicin’ beforehand? Well, we can’t have that. What’d you do to break it, hot shot?”

[Pause!]

[His eyes twinkle]

[SD] “A waist spin into a dive while doing eight-finger tapping? Geeze Louise, someone is an ambitious player, huh? Well, if you want something more durable then I’d recommend the ones on the wall there. And, don’t worry too much, sir, they won’t break the bank.”

[Your father simply shakes his head while you run over and look at all the pretty shinies on the wall. It’s faint but you can still hear the man talking]

[Pause!!!]

[SD] “Hehe, they remind me of my kid. He’s really into the guitar lifestyle as well. His name’s Sam but I call him Skunk on account of a white streak he has in his hair from when he was a little boy. He’s a bit shy but I’m sure he’ll be happy to see someone show up for tryouts. You two new to town?”

[Pause]

[SD] “Ahh, brand spanking new! Only a week here and your Youngblood over there is looking for something to do, huh? Hehe, gotta love them when they’re spirited, eh?”

[Pause]

[SD] “Yeah, Skunk used to be a little hellion, too. I think a new face will help him a lot, actually. Small towns, you know? You get sick of seeing the same ugly mugs every day, even if they’ve been your best friends since you were a kid.”

[Pause]

[Your eyes fall on her. The One. You point excitedly and your Dad trudges over, examining it. You can see the ‘budget’ parts of his brain fighting desperately against the ‘I want to go home and have a beer’ parts.]

[SD] “Ah, a great choice! Very budget-friendly while allowing for some real creativity. You know your stuff, eh, Youngblood?”

[Pause!!]

[SD] “Hehe, fair enough. Tell you what, since you showed up for tryouts, I’ll give you a twenty-five percent discount on it. How’s that sound, mister?”

[Pause!!!]

[Your Dad just nods, exasperated]

[SFX: The guitar being rung up]

[SD] “Pleasure doing business. The house right around the back of the shop is mine and Skunk’s if you want to go and say hello before you try out for his little band. Here, sir, my personal number, in case you want to check in.”

[Pause!]

[You wave by to your Dad and sprint off with your new guitar]

[SFX: A door opening]

[You burst into the house excitedly and come almost nose-to-nose with a punkish-looking boy]

[Pause!]

[S] “Gah!! Who are you and why are you in my house?!”

[Pause!!!]

[S] “G-Guitars, what…?”

[...]

[The young man stares at you, seemingly petrified]

[S] “U-Uh… I-I, ah…”

[Pause?]

[S] “Huh? D-Do… I want to be friends?”

[You extend a hand to him and he stares at it, uncertain]

[S] “I… u-um, OK, sure.”

[You shake his hand and get back to business]

[Pause!]

[He blinks a few times before his eyes light up]

[S] “Do I have a favorite guitar? Yeah, I just waxed her! C’mon, my room’s right up… um…”

[He freezes for a second]

[...Pause?]

[S] “What?! No, I just remembered that the band is waiting in the garage and BES is there. Ew, why would you assume I just remembered I had a tab open with- Oh! OH! You’re here for the band tryouts, huh?”

[Pause!]

[S] “Yeah! Nice! The way you came skidding in here yelling ‘Show me your strings!’ kind of took me back, heh. Hey, that’s a guitar from my Dad’s shop! Did you just stop in?”

[Pause!]

“Huh… Wait, you broke your old guitar, and that’s why you have a new one from my Dad’s shop? Uh… What kind of music are you playing where guitars get broken?”

[Pause]

[S] “New experimental technique? Uh… Sure. C’mon, come and meet the guys before I think better of this… Good choice, by the way.”

[<3]

[SFX: Them heading into the garage]

[S] “Ay guys, we’ve got some potential new blood joining us today. Call themselves Youngblood. Or their Dad does, I guess. Well, you know me, I’m Skunk, the lead guitarist. Bones is over there on drums - don’t let the smell confuse you, dude uses hemp oil shampoo. Cross is our singer. They’re kind of shy initially, so don’t mind ‘em too much. There’s stuff over there to hook up your new guitar.”

[SFX: Youngblood getting their guitar set up]

[S] “Alright, we’re gonna do this song here.”

[He points to some sheet music for a relatively popular rock song]

[S] “It’s a pretty popular song, so hopefully you’ve heard it?”

[Pause!]

[S] “Great! Alright, Cross, count us in!”

[Everyone takes positions. Bones kicks up a simple beat to start the song and Skunk gives a few ominous strums of his guitar]

[S] “Alright, let’s fucking kill this!”

[SFX: A rock song being banged out with relative skill, if possible. If not, some sick metal riffs]

[The second the music kicks on, you’re lost. You kick into high gear, eating the scenery as you jam and the others look at you in bewilderment]

[S] “Whoa! Youngblood’s going off!!”

[Pause!]

[S] “Don’t be sorry, just keep shredding! We might actually finish the fucking song! C’mon, Cross, get back on the lyrics!”

[You all jam out together like only four punks in an unairconditioned garage can]

[S] “Holy shit, we actually sound like a band! Bones, you’re killing it with those hi-hats! Cross, you are nailing those metal growls! And Youngblood-!”

[Pause!!!]

[S] “WAIT YOUNGBLOOD DON’T DIVE INTO MY ARMS-!”

[SFX: A small crash and sad guitar pling plongs]

[You swan-dive into Skunk’s arms in one jubilant display of sheer disrespect to your surroundings. Somehow, he manages to catch you]

[S] “Guhh! H-Hey, I caught ‘em! Cross, look, I caught something without-!”

[SFX: A harsher crash]

[S] “Ow… Spoke too soon…”

[Pause?]

[S] “Huh? Are you in?”

[Pause!]

[S] “I dunno… Boys, what’d you think? Does Youngblood live up to the punk name that we here at Atomic Acorn have created?”

[SFX: More crashing and soda spraying]

[S] “Pfahh! Well, they’re breaking more shit and spraying us with soda, Youngblood! You know what that means?”

[Pause?]

[S] “Means you’re in! Welcome to Atomic Acorn, Youngblood!”

[SFX: More crashing and general chaos]

[S] “Well, c’mon! The roof isn’t going to blow itself off!”

[To be continued?]

Note: I listened to John the Fisherman by Primus at least twenty-seven times for this script T w T I hope it was worth it.