Club Band

Wenda looked around at the crowded club, jam-packed to the brim with people either drinking, mingling, dancing, or any combination of the three. She even spotted a few familiar faces as she went to eves drop on their conversations...

"Oh, it was bad enough that my gym saw me completely naked and that I was a complete fraud." Sandra whined as she sat at a table with a fuming Lucy, tears running down her face. "But having Megan see me like that?! Oh God! I wanna freaking die! She'll never go out with me now that she knows I'm a flat and chubby loser!"

"Hey! At least you still got your reputation!" Lucy snapped, "After everyone saw my underwear and posted that video online, not one person has been able to take me seriously! I went from 'Punk Rock Chick' to 'Care Bear Girl'!"

"Oh, waah! People saw you in your Care Bear undies." Sandra sarcastically said before hissing, "I was butt ass naked!"

As Sandra and Lucy got into a shouting match, Wenda giggled as she walked over to the next couple...

"My hair. My beautiful hair. My beautiful, golden hair..." Michael muttered angrily to himself as he glared a hole in the wall across from where he and Brenda sat. The man had a hat over his head as Brenda rubbed his arm.

"Aww, cheer up, Mikey!" Brenda cooed as she tried to cheer her boyfriend up. "It will grow back. Besides, a lot of sexy Hollywood actors are bald, so -"

"Put a sock in it, Linda."

"My name is Brenda..."

"Who cares?!"

Wenda smirked as she got an idea, watching as Brenda scoffed and turned away from Michael. Picking up Michael's beer, Wenda quickly poured it onto her bitchy former friend, causing Brenda to squeal loudly and turn back around. By this point, however, Wenda had placed the glass back down as Brenda snarled at Michael.

"Michael Banker!" Brenda snapped, getting to her feet. "How dare you?!"

"How dare I what?" Michael asked as he turned around, eyeing his empty glass. "Where'd my beer go?"

"It's on me, you ass!"

"Why did you pour it on yourself?"

"Why did I -" Brenda began before growling. "I can't believe you're acting this way just because what happened to your stupid hair!"

"My hair wasn't stupid, you stupid bitch!" Michael snapped. A second later he said, "No, no! Wait! That didn't come out -"

"Oh, so I'm a 'stupid bitch', huh?!" Brenda snarled as Wenda fought back laughter. "Well, this 'stupid bitch' is breaking up with you right now! Expect everything of yours to be at the curb when you get home tonight!"

"Fine!" Michael growled, "If that's what you want, then -"

"Oh, and I'll be taking my hat back..."

Without another word, Brenda smiled evilly and swiped the hat off Michael's head, the man letting out a mortified yelp as he chased after his ex-girlfriend. Wenda cackled at the sight, the laughter of other patrons drowning her out.

"Man! Where's Wenda?"

At the mention of her voice, Wenda turned around to see her friends: Molly, Alex, and Helen.

"I don't know." Alex replied as he checked his phone, "I texted her about a hundred times, and she's still not responding.

"You don't think she bailed on us, do you?" Molly asked.

"Given the fact that the first thing I messaged was that The Wild Heartbreakers where going to be here? Not likely."

"The Wild Heartbreakers?! HERE?!" Wenda asked under her breath in shock. Her favorite band was playing the club tonight?! Oh, she just had to get a seat close to the stage and -

"Wait... Why would I sit close to the stage to watch them rock out," Wenda asked herself, "when I can rock out with the girls on stage and no one will ever know?!"

Giggling with excitement, Wenda raced towards the door that lead to the backstage. Once she was out of earshot, Helen looked down at her phone as it rang...

"Hello? Who's this?"

"Uh, hey! This is Wenda." Sophie lied before giving a fake cough, hoping the ruse she used on Wenda's uncle would work here. "I was just wondering -"

"Wenda?!" Helen asked in shock over the phone. "Why do you sound like that?"

"Oh, I just came down with a bug. It's getting better, though." Sophie lied, looking over at Oliver, the nerd tilting his head in confusion. "Anyway, I blanked on where we were going to meet up. Which club was it again?"

"It was Club X, duh!" Helen replied as if she was stating the obvious. "Seriously, you need to stop with daydreaming about being Mrs. Remi Sanchez. Anyway, you better get your butt over here quickly. The Wild Heartbreakers are here and going on in twenty minutes."

"Well, I'll certainly - TWENTY MINUTES?!" Sophie screamed in terror as she looked down at the time on the phone.

"Who the hell was that?!"

"Uhhhhhhh..." Sophie stammered in a lame panic before finally deciding, "We're sorry. The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please hang up and try again. Goodbye."

"What -"

Sophie hung up and threw the phone at Jacob... Knocking the lanky nerd out again as it hit his head.

"This is not good! This is not good!" Sophie shouted before grabbing Oliver by the shoulders. "Where's Club X?! Are we too far away?!"

"We're not that far, actually." Oliver replied, trying to calm Sophie down. "If we hurry, we should be able to make it in about half an hour. An hour at mo-"

"No, no, no, no!" Sophie shrieked, "We need to get there in twenty min- er, Seventeen minutes!"

"Wait!" Oliver called out as Sophie grabbed him by the hand and led him out of the alley. "You still never told me what the big hurry is!"

"I'll tell you later! Right now, we -"

"Look out!"

Sophie shrieked as a car came screeching to a halt in front of her, just barely missing her. After a few seconds, an older man stepped out of the car with a look of concern on his face.

"Are you alright, young lady?" Leroy asked in concern.

Backstage at the club, Wenda was giddy in excitement as she watched the band tuning up their instruments.

"Hey, Stacey?" The bassist asked the guitarist, "We're starting out with 'You Break My Heart, I Break Your Nose', right?"

"Well, it is Emma's birthday today, Frida." Stacey replied, gesturing to the drummer. "Why don't we let her pick?"

"In that case, let's start out with 'Looks Better On The Floor'!" Emma suggested. "I love that one, and it is number one on the charts."

"Ooh, that one's my favorite, too!" Wenda whispered as she stood on stage, the curtains beginning to draw as the club owner announced the band.