Aloha, Suckers! - Sarah Nade

"VERY good, Brian." The piano teacher cooed in an even mellow tone, leaning against the upright piano in her home based teaching space. The room, a small front sitting room, was filled with little knick knacks, small collected pieces of art and pictures of former students and classes over the last 10 years. Though she was still young, almost 30, she had quite a bit of experience as a music teacher. The woman, Sarah by name, straightened the long sleeves on her peasant blouse and arranged a piece of blond straight hair so it was out of her face. Her long brown boho style skirt rustled as she walked behind her young pupil, her fingers bouncing to a subtle beat within the Schubert piece she'd given to him. As he hit a sour note the child froze in the middle of his performance, turning to look to his mentor. "Why'd you stop?" Sarah asked with a smile. "you were doing great." "I can't get that part." Brian said in mild frustration. "This stuff is dumb..." Shaking her head she scooted the smaller child over and started to play the same piece without looking at the sheet or hardly the keys at all. "Its not dumb... have you been practicing the melody like I told you?" she asked and shot him a sideways glance. The child winced before nodding. Sarah shook her head. "No you haven't..." "I..." "You've got alot of potential, Brian. Whatever you're doing when you're not practicing had better be impressive..." "...I was trying to get Avril Lavigne tickets..." At that name Sarah's nose wrinkled a little, her hands still playing smoothly. "Oh really?" "Yeah, she's the best punk rocker ever!" The notes of the piano went sour, her fingers slipping to places unknown as her head turned quickly to look at the boy next to her. Before she could say a word there was a knock at the door and whatever horrified look that had been on Sarah's face for a fleeting moment was wiped away with a plastic smile. "Come in!" Sarah chimed musically, spinning on the bench and standing. Brian's mother, on time as always, opened the door and strolled in with baby in arms. Brian started to gather up his sheet music. Exchanging pleasantries and progress reports the mother and son were ready to leave when through the kitchen door burst a man in studded leather jacket, his hair spiked high and colored green, so high in fact that they scrapped the door frame as he entered. A pair of red plaid pants with a belt connecting the two legs and a white t-shirt with an expletive finished off the disturbing look. "Sarah! You got..." the man blurted before stopping, realizing that there was someone in the room other than her. Brian's mother looked shocked and offended, Brian merely pleasantly surprised as they each looked to the man and then to the music teacher. The man with green hair coughed and corrected himself, his tone turning apologetic very quickly. "Miss. Nade, I'm sorry... I didn't know you were still with a... guest." Sarah, who's eyes had been unseen by both boy and mother while she was turned away, looked to them with a smile. "I'm sorry for the outburst... Ralph Williams is a local rock and roll singer and has been coming to me for music lessons to improve his show quality." she explained, to which Brian's mother nodded, calming down substantially. "He's usually not on time like this though... I would ask that you don't tell anyone about him being here, he's trying to keep the fact that he needs help a... private matter." "Oh, of course!" Brian's mother agreed, opening the door to leave. "Come along, Brian." Brian, who was still staring at Ralph, the look in his eyes having changed from surprise to slight admiration nodded and finally turned away, following his mother out to the car. The piano teacher stood at the open door as they left, waving goodbye and watching them drive down the road and out of sight. She turned back inside, slamming the door before finally talking to Ralph. Her tone, which had moments before had been mellow and low quickly turned high and almost into a banshee screech. "Vomit!" she yelled, grabbing the blond hair on her head and pulling hard. The hair, which was actually a wig, came off in one pull and she flung it at him, letting it land in his arms. "Seriously! What the heck is wrong with you!?" Beneath the blond wig had hidden a head of bright pink and green hair, the long front bangs of which fell down from their place, covering her gray eyes slightly. "We've been over this... what are you doing up anyway, its before noon." "Your boss called." Ralph, otherwise known as 'Vomit' answered flatly, completely used to the aurally offensive tone of the woman in front of him. Sarah gave an annoyed huff, pushing past him, heading through the kitchen and towards the back of the house. Her kitchen seemed normal enough, a coordinated scheme of black white and red through all of her appliances and pieces. "Since when do you know when she calls?" she snarled, turning the doorknob on the next door and opening to a completely different decor. As a severe contrast from her sitting room, kitchen and first floor bathroom the walls were covered with posters and pictures of men dressed not all that differently from Vomit. Some of them, in fact, were of them with their band 'Obscene Language'. The furniture seemed to have been abused, stains and small burns all over. Without a pause the peasant blouse was thrown onto the arm of a chair and she headed for the stairs. What was left was a tight Dead Milkmen tank top. "She's the only one that has that ringtone." Vomit replied, following her as she pulled the skirt with elastic waist over her head as well, leaving a knee length pair of ripped jeans and threw the skirt on the railing of questionable sanitation. "...that opera thing." "Votre Toast." she screeched. "Yeah. That thing." Reaching the top of the stairs and thus her personal living quarters she went about looking for her cell phone, first starting by checking her purse and then starting to dig through the closest pile of dirty laundry. "So when am I going to meet this boss of yours?" Vomit asked, throwing himself into a sitting position on the edge of her sagging mattress. "Never." "Never!?" "Never." Sarah Nade repeated, starting to get frustrated at not finding her phone, standing and stamping her foot a little. "What, you don't think I should know?" the drummer asked, his tone hurt just a bit. "You know I don't care." "Then why are you asking?" There was a pause in conversation as Sarah dug through a second pile of laundry, dirty or not was unknown. She continued to search, empty bottles holding unknown substances starting to fly. "Where is my phone!? ARGH! First Avril Levigne, then you go all Oprah on me and now..." Votre toast, je peux vous le renderSeñors, señors car avec les soldats Oui, les Toréros, peuvent s'entendre;Pour plaisirs, pour plaisirs, Ils ont les combats! Hearing the sound of Votre Toast from Bizet's opera Carmen coming from the bathroom Sarah stopped her digging and ran to the sound, finding her cell phone hiding in the pair of black pinstriped pants she had been wearing last night and left on the floor while she showered. Two more lines of the opera and she picked up. "Carmen! Hows it going?... uh huh... Oh no kidding?! Nice!... uh huh... uh huh... no, nothing special... ... Wicked! Where's that again?... Hey, cut me a break! Not everyone remembers where the... Right. Yeah, yeah. ... Ok, normal pick up in 20? ... Right. Later." Sarah emerged from the bathroom with a can of aerosol deodorant, giving each armpit a liberal spray, then throwing the can on one of her piles of clothing and grabbing her backpack. "Carmen, huh?" Vomit asked with a smirk. "That's her name." "Yeah." Sarah answered, throwing certain needed objects into her bag without much care. "Feel special now? You know my boss' name. Want a cookie?" "Geez, would you lighten up? You'd think she was Carmen Sandiego or something..." Sarah leaned over and gave her boyfriend a peck on the lips before smacking him in the back of the head and walking towards the stairs. "I'll be back by tomorrow at the latest... if Eddie goes into the freaking piano room again tell him I'm kicking him out of the band."