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âthus, with a kiss, I die.â
Romeo & Juliet modern au | Rival Bands au
summary: the well known story of star-crossed lovers. Your local bar has two spots for bands, but only one spot for an opportunity to get a record deal. Your band, the Capulets and his band, the Montagues have been rivals long enough. But what happens after a night when you get to know their lead singer?
pairing: singer!tom holland x bassist reader
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âthus, with a kiss, I die.â
Romeo & Juliet modern au | Rival Bands au
summary: the well known story of star-crossed lovers. Your local bar has two spots for bands, but only one spot for an opportunity to get a record deal. Your band, the Capulets and his band, the Montagues have been rivals long enough. But what happens after a night when you get to know their lead singer?
pairing: singer!tom holland x bassist reader
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âthus, with a kiss, I die.â
Romeo & Juliet modern au | Rival Bands au
summary: the well known story of star-crossed lovers. Your local bar has two spots for bands, but only one spot for an opportunity to get a record deal. Your band, the Capulets and his band, the Montagues have been rivals long enough. But what happens after a night when you get to know their lead singer?
pairing: singer!tom holland x bassist reader
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thus, with a kiss, i die| tom holland| 1.
chapter 1: strangers.
romeo & juliet modern au.
summary: the well known story of star-crossed lovers. Your local bar has two spots for bands, but only one spot for an opportunity to get a record deal. Your band, the Capulets and his band, the Montagues have been rivals long enough. But what happens after a night when you get to know their lead singer?
chapter summary: two strangers who have no expectations.
pairing: singer!tom holland x guitarrist!reder
warnings: swearing, alcohol mention
word count: 3.8k
this is literally romeo and juliet, it's one of my favorite stories, if you've read my other works you KNOW I love to quote it, and reference and eveyrhting. Anyway, this is my take on it. Modern world, hope you like it. I haven't written anything in ages so here goes.
character glossary
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so, first chapter is finally here! I highly thank everyone who's been supportive of this :) i'm really happy to be writing again and to see people actually reading is making me go insane. Well, I hope you like it, I highly encourage to read the prologue to understand a bit more of the capulets and the montagues. This chapter is heavily focused on Tom and y/n separately. Again, this is my take on Romeo and Juliet, it's literally based on it with my modern twist but yes :) hope you like it, send feedback. Also, I have a playlist on apple music, I'm going to get it on spotify as well so I'll share that later.
The night seemed either too old or the light too young. Blurry, and messy seemed the evening before, a couple of drinks, two songs too many, and a gathering crowd that was too delighted. For his own good.Â
Tom couldnât recall what had been said, or done. Last thing he knew was heâd shown up, his bleeding heart puffing out of his chest as he continued to stab it under the spotlight. Making a show out of his broken heart.
Only Ben had asked if he could do it.Â
âYeah, yeah, I can do it with a broken heart,â he had pleaded. But could he?Â
âEnjoy the spotlight,â had been the advice he had received from Monty. And although he wasnât referring to the light, Tom later understood it meant the several attempts that were made to flirt with him.
He had given in, eventually. What else can you do with a broken heart?Â
And as he woke up early from a cold bed, slightly too crowded, with a hand up on his chest he growled, leaving an empty trail behind him and a headache that would last.Â
He didnât say goodbye. He didnât have to. The poor girl had probably just been a victim of his attempt to forget a broken heart.Â
Heâd left his motorbike at the bar so he had to clumsily and shamefully walk back to Verona. Thankfully he was now alone with his melancholic thoughts, an endless path full of misery and tears that were waiting to trace a map back to his pain. An unfurnished heart and his sudden questioning of what love was and if heâd truly felt it was going to keep him busy all day. If it hurt this much then he guessed he had felt it. But had he?Â
He felt like heâd walked for hours. He wondered why it wasnât raining yet he felt like it was pouring down on him.Â
Heâd heard much about love. How wonderful, a very splendid thing. Butterflies and unusual symphonies. Heâd heard about love. But he didnât know much about it.Â
Heâd heard little about love.Â
Falling in and and falling out. Heâd heard about hate, too. And how it was the absence of love. He disagreed much with it. For what he was feeling right now wasnât hate. He felt empty.Â
Falling out of love hadnât made him turn towards hatred. Falling out of love was like losing air, like the sun wasnât coming out, life didnât continue and the whole world was meant to stop. And the worst part of it was it didnât. The sun came out, the birds were chirping and no one saw or cared he hurt. How dare the world continue when it had stopped for him?Â
Maybe it was hate. Though, he didnât know much about hate either.
 Heâd searched for more love the night before or whatever was similar to it, perhaps thatâs why heâd searched for some other lips for him.Â
âTom,â someone had interrupted his current inner monologue. His mind wandering had been brought back to reality all of sudden. Tom turned around to find Ben.Â
Tom only raised his eyebrows as he walked to his helmet. âBen.âÂ
âYouâre here early.â Ben commented.Â
âItâs not early.â But it probably was.Â
âItâs barely 9,â Ben declared as he stared at his watch. Ben worked the early shift at Verona, cleaning tables and getting ready for the day, so it was early.Â
Tom groaned , âfuck.â Barely 9 and he had already died 7 times.Â
He looked back at Verona that kindly had a sign which read âNO MONTAGUES ALLOWED TONIGHT.âÂ
âWhat?â Ben questioned. âA few days ago you were in pain because you were falling in love.âÂ
âOut of love,â Tom corrected. âWhat happened last night?â He asked.Â
Ben amused, chuckled. âOh, darling,â he mocked his accent.. âYou donât remember?â
Tom rolled his eyes. âI know, I meant before,â he pointed at the sign. âWhere the fuck am I supposed to drown this sorrow in alcohol instead?âÂ
âAh,â Ben pressed his lips in a thin, thin line. âWell, the Capuletsââ
âPiss off, Iâm tired of that,â Tom rolled his eyes. âI have enough problems trying to understand why Rosie dumped me.âÂ
âAnd why did she?â
âBeats me,â Tom said. âShe said I was too romantic. What the fuck does that mean? She said she didnât want anything serious and that she wanted to have fun. Am I not fun?âÂ
Ben watched his friend with pity. âYou know what?â He sighed, âIâll take the day off, Iâll cheer you up.âÂ
Tom didnât want that.Â
But it didnât matter. Not far from them Billie was cheering herself up, knowing that the night would be grand. It held the promise of the sun finally coming out for them.Â
Billie had been waiting for a chance like this, and she knew her new friend Paris would help out.Â
Paris, Billie thought his name to be ridiculous. For him only, ironically. Though it worked, she guessed. Cap had always thought they were meant for something greater than this.Â
She often wondered what it couldâve been.Â
She knew what they had set each other up, Capulets and Montagues. But she had her reasons. And her falling with Monty was something she often ignored and blamed him for. Monty was definitely at fault. Heâd been the one to play with fire, heâd been the one to absolutely ruin everything. Which was a story for another time. Cap didnât like to think about it so the reason will be kept secret. Letâs not get ahead.Â
However Cap did like to think about how sheâd ruined it herself. She had a marvelous time.Â
People often called Cap a no brain woman. She took pride in that, although she didnât agree. Although her last night with their initial band with Monty, âShaken Spearsâ, was ine ti remember, sheâd destroyed the whole place and humiliated him. Â
It was fun.Â
But now they were struggling because often bands are followed by popularity and Tom had given them just that.Â
However she knew she was technically cheating.Â
âSo tonightâs your big night,â said Paris. Paris was more than just a bartender. His father owned Verona. And although Skylar owned the place she didnât actually own it, and it was always Parisâ last call.Â
So it did help that Paris had an infatuation with y/n, Capâs younger sister, an incredible guitarist and a poet in her free time. Author of their best songs.
Or not really a poet, but someone who loved to poetize her sorrow. Same shit.Â
âYes, it is,â Cap smiled, âIâm glad we can prove we are better than the Montageeses.âÂ
Paris chuckled. âYou are,â he agreed. âBut theyâve got something.âÂ
âYes, I know that British brainless brute,â she hissed.Â
Paris nodded. âAnd heâs single now.âÂ
âSingle now? Fuck,â Cap sighed. She thought Monty had probably something to do with it. Making the stupid hunk available would make them more appealing.Â
âYeah, and he already went home with someone,â Paris continued.Â
Shit. This was even worse.Â
âBut Iâm sure y/n will bring a lot of attention as well,â he cleared his throat. âI mean sheâs incredibly talented.âÂ
âShe is.âÂ
âHope I get toâtalk to her tonight.â
Although Cap was thrilled theyâd be able to get more Saturday nights she wasnât as fond for it to be at her sisterâs expense. Although she knew she didnât dislike Paris.Â
Paris was a tall, handsome young guy. He had the brightest, bluest eyes. Y/N was fond of kind eyes. He was kinda cute, she guessed.
âYeah,â Cap said. âIâm glad you want to befriend her.âÂ
Paris blushed. âI mayâI may want more than befriending her.âÂ
Cap coughed, âyou know, Iâm not the one to make that decision for her. And if you want her to fall in love with you thatâs your problem. You have to⌠woo her."
And she knew y/n to be sort of new to matters of love. Y/N was naive and stupid when it came to it. Her heart was an empty room ready to be filled. An open window letting the warm air in. Walls waiting to be painted. Her closet was full of dresses that were thrilled to be worn. Y/N barely knew anything about it. Sheâd heard a lot about it, and spoke of it like a grand connoisseur. Words of someone who could imagine what it felt like. Romanticizing her lack of knowledge of love.Â
âI know,â Paris said, âhopefully tonight Iâll get to talk to her, itâs the perfect setup.â He grinned to himself. âBesides, your idea to make it a theme nightââ
âShit!â Cap interrupted. âI havenât given out these!â She took out a bunch of pink, blue and purple sheets, covered in constellations, stars, moons and suns which read:Â
â¨We are made of stardustâ¨
The Capulets invite you to celebrate the arrival of a new angel in their team.Â
Heaven, skies, signs and stars mask themed party.
 Greek goddesses, and mythic galaxies welcomed. Â
Costumes are encouraged.
(Plus, you wonât have to pay cover if youâre dressed up )Â
Saturday 8 oâclock
NO MONTAGUES ALLOWED.
Paris watched her. âI can get someone to hand them out.âÂ
And so he did, and before they knew it, a young boy was handing out the printed pamphlets. Nearby, some Montagues were sitting by. Getting a well deserved break.Â
âYou know the best cure for an old love is a new one,â Ben assured Tom, watching as the younger teenager who would earn a few bucks struggled to hand out the pamphlets.Â
âIâd rather cut my own leg,â Tom rolled his eyes. âYou know I just feel trapped itâs like this fucking emptiness is just spreadingâHello?â He turned to the kid whoâd just interrupted them by approaching them.Â
âHi. Good heavens.âÂ
Ben and Tom shared a glance.Â
âCan we help you?â Tom questioned.Â
âAre you Montagues?â The kid questioned.Â
âWho asks?â Tom raised his eyebrow, trying to get a glimpse of the pamphlet.Â
âAh, then you are,â the kid sighed and tried to keep his way.Â
âNo, we arenât,â Tom grinned and then shot a death glare at Ben who frowned. âWe arenât, whatâs that?âÂ
âThe Capulets.â He handed it over so Tom could finally take a look.Â
Tom smirked, âah, their gig.âÂ
âYou knew about it?â The kid asked. âYou need the pamphlet thing to get in.âÂ
Tom glanced up. âIf you didnât want me to be a Montague I could only guess.âÂ
Ben glanced at Tom. âWe canât go.âÂ
âSure we can!â Tom smirked.Â
âI was told to encourage guys like you,â the kid admitted. He looked between them. âApparently there will be a lot of pretty girls.â
âSee? Didnât you want me to get a new love?â Tom mocked his friend. âCâmon, letâs call Maverick, Iâm sure heâll be down.âÂ
âDidnât you want to cut your leg?â
And someone else wanted to cut their own leg. Not too far from them, in an old apartment, full of vinyls, lipsticks, old bookds, half-written songs and stars, y/n was getting ready with her best friend, Nina, and Clara, Capâs girlfriend.Â
Nina was excellent at makeup and hair, even though she was just your usual case of a gril who dreamed with having her salon. Although, to be fair she mostly wanted it because she said it was the perfect place for other peopleâs gossip.Â
âCanât believe youâre finally joining the Capulets,â Nina commented as she was placing small stars and sparkles around y/nâs eyes. âSeems like only yesterday when you started playing guitar, and writing songs about books you read. âÂ
âWhy the hell are you being so emotional?â Laughed Clara, watching them, âyou sound like a mom.âÂ
Y/N had always stayed far from the spotlight, she didn't like it. She didn't think she needed it for that matter. For her, she was just a wallflower, nothing too exceptional. No one really paid any attention to her so she didn't bother trying to get it.
âI am proud of my baby, thatâs all, finally showing the world her talent!" Nina smirked, âyou know sheâs been begging Cap to join them since they were the Shaken Spears? And I was so sad when they split up.âÂ
âWhy?â Clara frowned.Â
âShe had a crush on Monty,â explained y/n, and then nodded in agreement at Claraâs disgusted grin. âUh-huh.âÂ
âWe all have questionable crushes,â Nina defended herself.Â
âNot me.â Y/N chuckled. But she'd never really liked anyone. Not that anyone fancied her.
Nina motioned a vomiting face. âExcept y/n it seems, because sheâs perfect,â she mocked, bringing her hands close to her heart. âSheâs never dated someone whoâs trouble.âÂ
âAnd I never will,â y/n laughed.Â
âYouâve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend, have you?â Clara questioned. âAt least I havenât met anyone.âÂ
âNope, not one!â Nina said. âHopefully, someone will catch her eye and she can bring them home.âÂ
âI havenât had the honor, or misfortune,â y/n answered Clara.. âHowever I donât think bringing someone home implies a boyfriend.âÂ
âYou know Paris likes you right?â Nina smirked. , blushing.
âI am aware,â y/n admitted. She knew partly his infatuation had given them the Saturday night gig. She smiled, for the first time she wasn't invisible as usual.
Clara laughed, âOh, and do you like him?âÂ
âHeâs easy on the eye,â y/n rolled her eyes, her cheeks were flustered. âBut in all honesty, I donât want to⌠Iâm not looking for anything, you know, Nina here is the love of my life so I donât need anyone else.âÂ
Nina grinned. âI am her soulmate, thatâs true.âÂ
âBesides, Iâm more worried about music, and music is my one true other love, I canât focus on anything else.âÂ
And she really didnât want to focus on anything else. Perhaps, it may have been because sheâd never yearned for love. Sheâd never suffered a broken heart, and sheâd never felt that spark.Â
That was a lie.Â
She could only imagine it. But she didnât know how it felt. She had always wondered how it would feel, if there truly were butterflies and a tickle in your skin. She wondered if love sounded like a gentle guitar weeping. She wondered if the world actually stopped, all of sudden only with a smile. She wondered if time really stopped ticking when it was felt. Did it taste as sweet as honey? Did it taste bitter? What did love smell like? Was it soft? Was it rough?Â
Y/N always questioned why love had always hidden from her. She wondered how long love would take, because it seemed late enough. Sheâd been asleep for too long.Â
She always wanted to love, without thinking, that never ending, the kind of love that is brainless, that makes you foolish. Y/N wanted to laugh, to cry and to feel.Â
She knew her heart was special enough. Did no one want it?
And she knew Paris liked her, but she knew he wasnât love. And she wanted to have it, she didnât want to imagine it anymore. She wanted to be proven wrong, or proven right.Â
To feel naked and yet warmed with the sun. Y/N always thought love would feel like a sunset. To love so passionately. To feel like you might die if youâre not around. She wanted to give her heart, to wake up with the stars wrapping you around in a haze.Â
She could only wish. But right now, she was no one. And she knew she'd stay like that.
Or would she?Â
Later, when the shadows can no longer be seen as the moon is your only companion, Maverick, Ben and Tom waited outside Verona. A lavender smoke surrounded the air and it held a promise for luck. The gig was about to start, and it was a full house.Â
Stardust was the correct theme for the night. People dressed in bright, nightly gowns, girls with stars around their eyes. Moons, stars, angels, devil and gods. Greek goddesses, euphoric galaxies.Â
The three of them, dressed to the nines, with masks around their eyes, giving imagination a go. Maverick, one of Tomâs oldest friends, stood right beside him. A sturdy man, tall, and handsome. Blue eyed knight, some liked to call him. Heâd dressed as a galaxy, a starry, blue, litmus shirt, and a black mask to accentuate the oceans in his eyes.Â
Ben, on the other side, only wore a white blanket around, a greek god had been his inspiration. A golden mask posed on his nose.Â
And then, Tom, who had decided to go for something completely different. Heâd worn a black, satin buttoned up just halfway the chest. A black mask, with golden feathers on the corners, to combine with the golden, covered in dark ashed pair of wings on his back.Â
Heâd learned from Maverick that Rosie would be there, so eventually he had to show off. Icarus, heâd gone as Icarus.Â
Theyâd blended in with another group, and were astounded by the transformation of the place. Stars and suns hanging from the city, glitter and stars on the floor. Pink, lavender and blue lights, as if stardust had really covered the place.Â
A fortune teller on one corner, with a bright neon sign behind her. Wings, feathers, and fabrics.Â
âJesus,â Maverick said. âIf they keep going like this, you guys are going to actually strip on stage next time to stay relevant.âÂ
Tom only glanced around. âThis feels like a dream.âÂ
Maverick scrunched his nose at his comment and Ben only chuckled as he arrived with the drinks. Unfortunately they hadnât recognized them so he could get a bucket of beer.Â
âJust drink, buddy,â Maverick handed a beer.Â
There was something in the air, Tom could feel it. âIâm serious,â he saidÂ
âOh yes, yes, the old dream fairy visited you and gave you a glimpse of your future.âÂ
âFuck off.âÂ
Before he continued, they were interrupted. âWell, hello, hello! What a lovely scene!â Billie said into her mic, her stand was covered with flowers. Everyone turned to the stage, a projection of stars fell on her face. She had a glass in her hand. âIâm so fucking happy everyone could make it, and yâall look so hot.âÂ
A few laughs, cheers, whistles and clapping. Tom watched her, she was dressed with a dark blue dress, covered in small, silver moons combining with her silver mask, with stars coming out of it, surrounding her head.Â
âIâm so glad everyone stayed on theme, but I do see someone dressed as a ghost, not sure if itâs the right vibe, but you do you buddy,â she smirked. âAnyway, Iâm so happy that you joined us tonight. So, some of you may already know us, you know the gist, we will play fun tunes for you, while yâall enjoy a drink, and you can sing and dance along. Are yâall with a drink already?âÂ
A loud cheer.Â
âAmazing, I have a drink here myself, so cheers,â she took a sip. âIâll be joined by my beautiful comrades over here.âÂ
Louder cheer, claps and a room full of noise. Tom had never been to one of their gigs, and the vibe was different from theirs. Cap was better at crowd work than he was. Monty usually talked and turned on the audience, promising Tom would take off his clothes. He never did.Â
Seemed, however, the Capuletâs fanbase was more intense and devoted, rather than thirsting for them. Although he could see some people in the crowd were certainly not complaining about Cap.Â
âAlright, Iâm so I see a few new faces over here, Iâm glad to see you so Iâll introduce these beautiful ladies,â she smirked. âAnd tonightâs the first night one of them is joining so make sure yâall clap and have this loud ass cheer, okay? We want her to feel welcome, so I want you to fucking scream and lose your minds for her, okay? or else Iâll beat your asses.â Laughs.Â
âSo first, letâs welcome the love of my life, Clara, whoâs on the bass,â Clara walked in to say hello. Cheers, claps.Â
Maverick, Ben and Tom all stared at each other. Theyâd never seen this kind of crowd.Â
The girls kept walking in, as the cheers got louder each time. âAmazing, then we have our sexy Georgia on the drums, our lovely cute Sam on the keyboard. We have this hot badass on the guitar, bass, and fuckinâ ell everything that we need her on, please welcome Theodora.âÂ
Tom bit his lip, expectant. Why were they leaving the last one for the end?Â
The place was moving.Â
âBut we know why you all are here, tonight all of this is for our newest member. Who isnât exactly new. Sheâs been behind the scenes this whole time, sheâs written some of your favorites like⌠Milky Twilight,â Billie smirked. âFlowers for two⌠Table for one⌠Yeah, yeah I know, and so many more, like our fan favorite Star shaped heart.âÂ
Ben and Tom were panicking. They had efinitely heard those songs. One of them was even recorded already, and they had heard a rumour that it would be on the radio. Star shaped heart was the Capuletâs song. Theyâd always believed that Cap had written them so to hear the actual mastermind behind those, was terrifying for them.Â
âand Iâm so fucking happy she finally is on stage,â Billie said. âPlease, welcome my younger sister, the talented, beautiful and brilliant y/n!âÂ
And Tom felt like he had been hit by a car. The girl had walked into the stage to the warmest, loudest crowd. The entire room had gone absolutely crazy.Â
Yet, Tom felt the most calm, as he laid eyes on her. The whole world had stopped. Like an angel had flown over. A golden, long gown, folded, falling down all the way. As if sun rays were coming out of her, she was the purest light, brighter than the sun, prettier than any of the skies above. Like she was floating above them all, flying. She was the sun.
Tom held in his breath as he watched her. It was a dream, it had to be, what else could it be instead? Maybe a wish, of one of those you wish upon a star.
âOkay, okay, so you guys all know us,â Cap said. âIâm Billie, but yâall can call me Cap. Weâre The Capulets!âÂ
And they started to play. And Tomâs eyes could only be on her, her. And her name was roaming in his mind, the sweetest melody. A diamond. With a guitar covered in star stickers
The played a few songs and Tom finally tried to approach the stage as soon as Billie announced theyâd get a break. He had actively avoided and ignored Benâs and Mavericks comments. They continued to drink.Â
Tom was in awe,and he couldnât even hide it.Â
Someone had noticed it.Â
Theodora approached Billie. âWe seem to have a stowaway,â she warned Cap, motioning to the stupid kid.Â
Cap turned and saw him, lost and confused, watching them with veneration.Â
âIâll beat the shit out of him if you need me to,â Theodora said.
âIs that Tom?â Cap questioned, sheâd never seen him here before, and honestly, she was too happy to care. âAh, donât bother, he is no trouble.âÂ
âBut--âÂ
âWe canât have trouble, Theo,â she warned. âIf we cause any mess Skylar will kick us out, alright?âÂ
Theo wasnât pleased with that answer. They both were left too busy to see Tom had finally approached the sunlight herself. Who was currently by the bar, attempting to get a drink.
And so Icarus made his way to the sun.Â
He only knew he wanted something, one kiss. Thatâs all he needed. But he couldnât start with that. But there she was, alone with what seemed all the spotlights and yet no one approached her. How could they not?
He followed after her, as she was making her way out the backdoor. He guessed she thought no one was following her.
âHey," his voice was soft.
The girl turned around, slightly startled, and it had been as if sheâd been hit by the same bus as him. âOh, hi.â Â
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Romeo & Juliet modern au | Rival Bands au
summary: the well known story of star-crossed lovers. Your local bar has two spots for bands, but only one spot for an opportunity to get a record deal. Your band, the Capulets and his band, the Montagues have been rivals long enough. But what happens after a night when you get to know their lead singer?
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y/n being like Iâm invisible and then Tom only being able to see her
literally, she was thinking like: Iâm nothing Iâm invisible Iâm a wallflower
then comes Tom: sheâs the literal sun
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chapter 1: strangers.
romeo & juliet modern au.
summary: the well known story of star-crossed lovers. Your local bar has two spots for bands, but only one spot for an opportunity to get a record deal. Your band, the Capulets and his band, the Montagues have been rivals long enough. But what happens after a night when you get to know their lead singer?
chapter summary: two strangers who have no expectations.
pairing: singer!tom holland x guitarrist!reder
warnings: swearing, alcohol mention
word count: 3.8k
this is literally romeo and juliet, it's one of my favorite stories, if you've read my other works you KNOW I love to quote it, and reference and eveyrhting. Anyway, this is my take on it. Modern world, hope you like it. I haven't written anything in ages so here goes.
character glossary
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so, first chapter is finally here! I highly thank everyone who's been supportive of this :) i'm really happy to be writing again and to see people actually reading is making me go insane. Well, I hope you like it, I highly encourage to read the prologue to understand a bit more of the capulets and the montagues. This chapter is heavily focused on Tom and y/n separately. Again, this is my take on Romeo and Juliet, it's literally based on it with my modern twist but yes :) hope you like it, send feedback. Also, I have a playlist on apple music, I'm going to get it on spotify as well so I'll share that later.
The night seemed either too old or the light too young. Blurry, and messy seemed the evening before, a couple of drinks, two songs too many, and a gathering crowd that was too delighted. For his own good.Â
Tom couldnât recall what had been said, or done. Last thing he knew was heâd shown up, his bleeding heart puffing out of his chest as he continued to stab it under the spotlight. Making a show out of his broken heart.
Only Ben had asked if he could do it.Â
âYeah, yeah, I can do it with a broken heart,â he had pleaded. But could he?Â
âEnjoy the spotlight,â had been the advice he had received from Monty. And although he wasnât referring to the light, Tom later understood it meant the several attempts that were made to flirt with him.
He had given in, eventually. What else can you do with a broken heart?Â
And as he woke up early from a cold bed, slightly too crowded, with a hand up on his chest he growled, leaving an empty trail behind him and a headache that would last.Â
He didnât say goodbye. He didnât have to. The poor girl had probably just been a victim of his attempt to forget a broken heart.Â
Heâd left his motorbike at the bar so he had to clumsily and shamefully walk back to Verona. Thankfully he was now alone with his melancholic thoughts, an endless path full of misery and tears that were waiting to trace a map back to his pain. An unfurnished heart and his sudden questioning of what love was and if heâd truly felt it was going to keep him busy all day. If it hurt this much then he guessed he had felt it. But had he?Â
He felt like heâd walked for hours. He wondered why it wasnât raining yet he felt like it was pouring down on him.Â
Heâd heard much about love. How wonderful, a very splendid thing. Butterflies and unusual symphonies. Heâd heard about love. But he didnât know much about it.Â
Heâd heard little about love.Â
Falling in and and falling out. Heâd heard about hate, too. And how it was the absence of love. He disagreed much with it. For what he was feeling right now wasnât hate. He felt empty.Â
Falling out of love hadnât made him turn towards hatred. Falling out of love was like losing air, like the sun wasnât coming out, life didnât continue and the whole world was meant to stop. And the worst part of it was it didnât. The sun came out, the birds were chirping and no one saw or cared he hurt. How dare the world continue when it had stopped for him?Â
Maybe it was hate. Though, he didnât know much about hate either.
 Heâd searched for more love the night before or whatever was similar to it, perhaps thatâs why heâd searched for some other lips for him.Â
âTom,â someone had interrupted his current inner monologue. His mind wandering had been brought back to reality all of sudden. Tom turned around to find Ben.Â
Tom only raised his eyebrows as he walked to his helmet. âBen.âÂ
âYouâre here early.â Ben commented.Â
âItâs not early.â But it probably was.Â
âItâs barely 9,â Ben declared as he stared at his watch. Ben worked the early shift at Verona, cleaning tables and getting ready for the day, so it was early.Â
Tom groaned , âfuck.â Barely 9 and he had already died 7 times.Â
He looked back at Verona that kindly had a sign which read âNO MONTAGUES ALLOWED TONIGHT.âÂ
âWhat?â Ben questioned. âA few days ago you were in pain because you were falling in love.âÂ
âOut of love,â Tom corrected. âWhat happened last night?â He asked.Â
Ben amused, chuckled. âOh, darling,â he mocked his accent.. âYou donât remember?â
Tom rolled his eyes. âI know, I meant before,â he pointed at the sign. âWhere the fuck am I supposed to drown this sorrow in alcohol instead?âÂ
âAh,â Ben pressed his lips in a thin, thin line. âWell, the Capuletsââ
âPiss off, Iâm tired of that,â Tom rolled his eyes. âI have enough problems trying to understand why Rosie dumped me.âÂ
âAnd why did she?â
âBeats me,â Tom said. âShe said I was too romantic. What the fuck does that mean? She said she didnât want anything serious and that she wanted to have fun. Am I not fun?âÂ
Ben watched his friend with pity. âYou know what?â He sighed, âIâll take the day off, Iâll cheer you up.âÂ
Tom didnât want that.Â
But it didnât matter. Not far from them Billie was cheering herself up, knowing that the night would be grand. It held the promise of the sun finally coming out for them.Â
Billie had been waiting for a chance like this, and she knew her new friend Paris would help out.Â
Paris, Billie thought his name to be ridiculous. For him only, ironically. Though it worked, she guessed. Cap had always thought they were meant for something greater than this.Â
She often wondered what it couldâve been.Â
She knew what they had set each other up, Capulets and Montagues. But she had her reasons. And her falling with Monty was something she often ignored and blamed him for. Monty was definitely at fault. Heâd been the one to play with fire, heâd been the one to absolutely ruin everything. Which was a story for another time. Cap didnât like to think about it so the reason will be kept secret. Letâs not get ahead.Â
However Cap did like to think about how sheâd ruined it herself. She had a marvelous time.Â
People often called Cap a no brain woman. She took pride in that, although she didnât agree. Although her last night with their initial band with Monty, âShaken Spearsâ, was ine ti remember, sheâd destroyed the whole place and humiliated him. Â
It was fun.Â
But now they were struggling because often bands are followed by popularity and Tom had given them just that.Â
However she knew she was technically cheating.Â
âSo tonightâs your big night,â said Paris. Paris was more than just a bartender. His father owned Verona. And although Skylar owned the place she didnât actually own it, and it was always Parisâ last call.Â
So it did help that Paris had an infatuation with y/n, Capâs younger sister, an incredible guitarist and a poet in her free time. Author of their best songs.
Or not really a poet, but someone who loved to poetize her sorrow. Same shit.Â
âYes, it is,â Cap smiled, âIâm glad we can prove we are better than the Montageeses.âÂ
Paris chuckled. âYou are,â he agreed. âBut theyâve got something.âÂ
âYes, I know that British brainless brute,â she hissed.Â
Paris nodded. âAnd heâs single now.âÂ
âSingle now? Fuck,â Cap sighed. She thought Monty had probably something to do with it. Making the stupid hunk available would make them more appealing.Â
âYeah, and he already went home with someone,â Paris continued.Â
Shit. This was even worse.Â
âBut Iâm sure y/n will bring a lot of attention as well,â he cleared his throat. âI mean sheâs incredibly talented.âÂ
âShe is.âÂ
âHope I get toâtalk to her tonight.â
Although Cap was thrilled theyâd be able to get more Saturday nights she wasnât as fond for it to be at her sisterâs expense. Although she knew she didnât dislike Paris.Â
Paris was a tall, handsome young guy. He had the brightest, bluest eyes. Y/N was fond of kind eyes. He was kinda cute, she guessed.
âYeah,â Cap said. âIâm glad you want to befriend her.âÂ
Paris blushed. âI mayâI may want more than befriending her.âÂ
Cap coughed, âyou know, Iâm not the one to make that decision for her. And if you want her to fall in love with you thatâs your problem. You have to⌠woo her."
And she knew y/n to be sort of new to matters of love. Y/N was naive and stupid when it came to it. Her heart was an empty room ready to be filled. An open window letting the warm air in. Walls waiting to be painted. Her closet was full of dresses that were thrilled to be worn. Y/N barely knew anything about it. Sheâd heard a lot about it, and spoke of it like a grand connoisseur. Words of someone who could imagine what it felt like. Romanticizing her lack of knowledge of love.Â
âI know,â Paris said, âhopefully tonight Iâll get to talk to her, itâs the perfect setup.â He grinned to himself. âBesides, your idea to make it a theme nightââ
âShit!â Cap interrupted. âI havenât given out these!â She took out a bunch of pink, blue and purple sheets, covered in constellations, stars, moons and suns which read:Â
â¨We are made of stardustâ¨
The Capulets invite you to celebrate the arrival of a new angel in their team.Â
Heaven, skies, signs and stars mask themed party.
 Greek goddesses, and mythic galaxies welcomed. Â
Costumes are encouraged.
(Plus, you wonât have to pay cover if youâre dressed up )Â
Saturday 8 oâclock
NO MONTAGUES ALLOWED.
Paris watched her. âI can get someone to hand them out.âÂ
And so he did, and before they knew it, a young boy was handing out the printed pamphlets. Nearby, some Montagues were sitting by. Getting a well deserved break.Â
âYou know the best cure for an old love is a new one,â Ben assured Tom, watching as the younger teenager who would earn a few bucks struggled to hand out the pamphlets.Â
âIâd rather cut my own leg,â Tom rolled his eyes. âYou know I just feel trapped itâs like this fucking emptiness is just spreadingâHello?â He turned to the kid whoâd just interrupted them by approaching them.Â
âHi. Good heavens.âÂ
Ben and Tom shared a glance.Â
âCan we help you?â Tom questioned.Â
âAre you Montagues?â The kid questioned.Â
âWho asks?â Tom raised his eyebrow, trying to get a glimpse of the pamphlet.Â
âAh, then you are,â the kid sighed and tried to keep his way.Â
âNo, we arenât,â Tom grinned and then shot a death glare at Ben who frowned. âWe arenât, whatâs that?âÂ
âThe Capulets.â He handed it over so Tom could finally take a look.Â
Tom smirked, âah, their gig.âÂ
âYou knew about it?â The kid asked. âYou need the pamphlet thing to get in.âÂ
Tom glanced up. âIf you didnât want me to be a Montague I could only guess.âÂ
Ben glanced at Tom. âWe canât go.âÂ
âSure we can!â Tom smirked.Â
âI was told to encourage guys like you,â the kid admitted. He looked between them. âApparently there will be a lot of pretty girls.â
âSee? Didnât you want me to get a new love?â Tom mocked his friend. âCâmon, letâs call Maverick, Iâm sure heâll be down.âÂ
âDidnât you want to cut your leg?â
And someone else wanted to cut their own leg. Not too far from them, in an old apartment, full of vinyls, lipsticks, old bookds, half-written songs and stars, y/n was getting ready with her best friend, Nina, and Clara, Capâs girlfriend.Â
Nina was excellent at makeup and hair, even though she was just your usual case of a gril who dreamed with having her salon. Although, to be fair she mostly wanted it because she said it was the perfect place for other peopleâs gossip.Â
âCanât believe youâre finally joining the Capulets,â Nina commented as she was placing small stars and sparkles around y/nâs eyes. âSeems like only yesterday when you started playing guitar, and writing songs about books you read. âÂ
âWhy the hell are you being so emotional?â Laughed Clara, watching them, âyou sound like a mom.âÂ
Y/N had always stayed far from the spotlight, she didn't like it. She didn't think she needed it for that matter. For her, she was just a wallflower, nothing too exceptional. No one really paid any attention to her so she didn't bother trying to get it.
âI am proud of my baby, thatâs all, finally showing the world her talent!" Nina smirked, âyou know sheâs been begging Cap to join them since they were the Shaken Spears? And I was so sad when they split up.âÂ
âWhy?â Clara frowned.Â
âShe had a crush on Monty,â explained y/n, and then nodded in agreement at Claraâs disgusted grin. âUh-huh.âÂ
âWe all have questionable crushes,â Nina defended herself.Â
âNot me.â Y/N chuckled. But she'd never really liked anyone. Not that anyone fancied her.
Nina motioned a vomiting face. âExcept y/n it seems, because sheâs perfect,â she mocked, bringing her hands close to her heart. âSheâs never dated someone whoâs trouble.âÂ
âAnd I never will,â y/n laughed.Â
âYouâve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend, have you?â Clara questioned. âAt least I havenât met anyone.âÂ
âNope, not one!â Nina said. âHopefully, someone will catch her eye and she can bring them home.âÂ
âI havenât had the honor, or misfortune,â y/n answered Clara.. âHowever I donât think bringing someone home implies a boyfriend.âÂ
âYou know Paris likes you right?â Nina smirked. , blushing.
âI am aware,â y/n admitted. She knew partly his infatuation had given them the Saturday night gig. She smiled, for the first time she wasn't invisible as usual.
Clara laughed, âOh, and do you like him?âÂ
âHeâs easy on the eye,â y/n rolled her eyes, her cheeks were flustered. âBut in all honesty, I donât want to⌠Iâm not looking for anything, you know, Nina here is the love of my life so I donât need anyone else.âÂ
Nina grinned. âI am her soulmate, thatâs true.âÂ
âBesides, Iâm more worried about music, and music is my one true other love, I canât focus on anything else.âÂ
And she really didnât want to focus on anything else. Perhaps, it may have been because sheâd never yearned for love. Sheâd never suffered a broken heart, and sheâd never felt that spark.Â
That was a lie.Â
She could only imagine it. But she didnât know how it felt. She had always wondered how it would feel, if there truly were butterflies and a tickle in your skin. She wondered if love sounded like a gentle guitar weeping. She wondered if the world actually stopped, all of sudden only with a smile. She wondered if time really stopped ticking when it was felt. Did it taste as sweet as honey? Did it taste bitter? What did love smell like? Was it soft? Was it rough?Â
Y/N always questioned why love had always hidden from her. She wondered how long love would take, because it seemed late enough. Sheâd been asleep for too long.Â
She always wanted to love, without thinking, that never ending, the kind of love that is brainless, that makes you foolish. Y/N wanted to laugh, to cry and to feel.Â
She knew her heart was special enough. Did no one want it?
And she knew Paris liked her, but she knew he wasnât love. And she wanted to have it, she didnât want to imagine it anymore. She wanted to be proven wrong, or proven right.Â
To feel naked and yet warmed with the sun. Y/N always thought love would feel like a sunset. To love so passionately. To feel like you might die if youâre not around. She wanted to give her heart, to wake up with the stars wrapping you around in a haze.Â
She could only wish. But right now, she was no one. And she knew she'd stay like that.
Or would she?Â
Later, when the shadows can no longer be seen as the moon is your only companion, Maverick, Ben and Tom waited outside Verona. A lavender smoke surrounded the air and it held a promise for luck. The gig was about to start, and it was a full house.Â
Stardust was the correct theme for the night. People dressed in bright, nightly gowns, girls with stars around their eyes. Moons, stars, angels, devil and gods. Greek goddesses, euphoric galaxies.Â
The three of them, dressed to the nines, with masks around their eyes, giving imagination a go. Maverick, one of Tomâs oldest friends, stood right beside him. A sturdy man, tall, and handsome. Blue eyed knight, some liked to call him. Heâd dressed as a galaxy, a starry, blue, litmus shirt, and a black mask to accentuate the oceans in his eyes.Â
Ben, on the other side, only wore a white blanket around, a greek god had been his inspiration. A golden mask posed on his nose.Â
And then, Tom, who had decided to go for something completely different. Heâd worn a black, satin buttoned up just halfway the chest. A black mask, with golden feathers on the corners, to combine with the golden, covered in dark ashed pair of wings on his back.Â
Heâd learned from Maverick that Rosie would be there, so eventually he had to show off. Icarus, heâd gone as Icarus.Â
Theyâd blended in with another group, and were astounded by the transformation of the place. Stars and suns hanging from the city, glitter and stars on the floor. Pink, lavender and blue lights, as if stardust had really covered the place.Â
A fortune teller on one corner, with a bright neon sign behind her. Wings, feathers, and fabrics.Â
âJesus,â Maverick said. âIf they keep going like this, you guys are going to actually strip on stage next time to stay relevant.âÂ
Tom only glanced around. âThis feels like a dream.âÂ
Maverick scrunched his nose at his comment and Ben only chuckled as he arrived with the drinks. Unfortunately they hadnât recognized them so he could get a bucket of beer.Â
âJust drink, buddy,â Maverick handed a beer.Â
There was something in the air, Tom could feel it. âIâm serious,â he saidÂ
âOh yes, yes, the old dream fairy visited you and gave you a glimpse of your future.âÂ
âFuck off.âÂ
Before he continued, they were interrupted. âWell, hello, hello! What a lovely scene!â Billie said into her mic, her stand was covered with flowers. Everyone turned to the stage, a projection of stars fell on her face. She had a glass in her hand. âIâm so fucking happy everyone could make it, and yâall look so hot.âÂ
A few laughs, cheers, whistles and clapping. Tom watched her, she was dressed with a dark blue dress, covered in small, silver moons combining with her silver mask, with stars coming out of it, surrounding her head.Â
âIâm so glad everyone stayed on theme, but I do see someone dressed as a ghost, not sure if itâs the right vibe, but you do you buddy,â she smirked. âAnyway, Iâm so happy that you joined us tonight. So, some of you may already know us, you know the gist, we will play fun tunes for you, while yâall enjoy a drink, and you can sing and dance along. Are yâall with a drink already?âÂ
A loud cheer.Â
âAmazing, I have a drink here myself, so cheers,â she took a sip. âIâll be joined by my beautiful comrades over here.âÂ
Louder cheer, claps and a room full of noise. Tom had never been to one of their gigs, and the vibe was different from theirs. Cap was better at crowd work than he was. Monty usually talked and turned on the audience, promising Tom would take off his clothes. He never did.Â
Seemed, however, the Capuletâs fanbase was more intense and devoted, rather than thirsting for them. Although he could see some people in the crowd were certainly not complaining about Cap.Â
âAlright, Iâm so I see a few new faces over here, Iâm glad to see you so Iâll introduce these beautiful ladies,â she smirked. âAnd tonightâs the first night one of them is joining so make sure yâall clap and have this loud ass cheer, okay? We want her to feel welcome, so I want you to fucking scream and lose your minds for her, okay? or else Iâll beat your asses.â Laughs.Â
âSo first, letâs welcome the love of my life, Clara, whoâs on the bass,â Clara walked in to say hello. Cheers, claps.Â
Maverick, Ben and Tom all stared at each other. Theyâd never seen this kind of crowd.Â
The girls kept walking in, as the cheers got louder each time. âAmazing, then we have our sexy Georgia on the drums, our lovely cute Sam on the keyboard. We have this hot badass on the guitar, bass, and fuckinâ ell everything that we need her on, please welcome Theodora.âÂ
Tom bit his lip, expectant. Why were they leaving the last one for the end?Â
The place was moving.Â
âBut we know why you all are here, tonight all of this is for our newest member. Who isnât exactly new. Sheâs been behind the scenes this whole time, sheâs written some of your favorites like⌠Milky Twilight,â Billie smirked. âFlowers for two⌠Table for one⌠Yeah, yeah I know, and so many more, like our fan favorite Star shaped heart.âÂ
Ben and Tom were panicking. They had efinitely heard those songs. One of them was even recorded already, and they had heard a rumour that it would be on the radio. Star shaped heart was the Capuletâs song. Theyâd always believed that Cap had written them so to hear the actual mastermind behind those, was terrifying for them.Â
âand Iâm so fucking happy she finally is on stage,â Billie said. âPlease, welcome my younger sister, the talented, beautiful and brilliant y/n!âÂ
And Tom felt like he had been hit by a car. The girl had walked into the stage to the warmest, loudest crowd. The entire room had gone absolutely crazy.Â
Yet, Tom felt the most calm, as he laid eyes on her. The whole world had stopped. Like an angel had flown over. A golden, long gown, folded, falling down all the way. As if sun rays were coming out of her, she was the purest light, brighter than the sun, prettier than any of the skies above. Like she was floating above them all, flying. She was the sun.
Tom held in his breath as he watched her. It was a dream, it had to be, what else could it be instead? Maybe a wish, of one of those you wish upon a star.
âOkay, okay, so you guys all know us,â Cap said. âIâm Billie, but yâall can call me Cap. Weâre The Capulets!âÂ
And they started to play. And Tomâs eyes could only be on her, her. And her name was roaming in his mind, the sweetest melody. A diamond. With a guitar covered in star stickers
The played a few songs and Tom finally tried to approach the stage as soon as Billie announced theyâd get a break. He had actively avoided and ignored Benâs and Mavericks comments. They continued to drink.Â
Tom was in awe,and he couldnât even hide it.Â
Someone had noticed it.Â
Theodora approached Billie. âWe seem to have a stowaway,â she warned Cap, motioning to the stupid kid.Â
Cap turned and saw him, lost and confused, watching them with veneration.Â
âIâll beat the shit out of him if you need me to,â Theodora said.
âIs that Tom?â Cap questioned, sheâd never seen him here before, and honestly, she was too happy to care. âAh, donât bother, he is no trouble.âÂ
âBut--âÂ
âWe canât have trouble, Theo,â she warned. âIf we cause any mess Skylar will kick us out, alright?âÂ
Theo wasnât pleased with that answer. They both were left too busy to see Tom had finally approached the sunlight herself. Who was currently by the bar, attempting to get a drink.
And so Icarus made his way to the sun.Â
He only knew he wanted something, one kiss. Thatâs all he needed. But he couldnât start with that. But there she was, alone with what seemed all the spotlights and yet no one approached her. How could they not?
He followed after her, as she was making her way out the backdoor. He guessed she thought no one was following her.
âHey," his voice was soft.
The girl turned around, slightly startled, and it had been as if sheâd been hit by the same bus as him. âOh, hi.â Â
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Romeo & Juliet modern au | Rival Bands au
summary: the well known story of star-crossed lovers. Your local bar has two spots for bands, but only one spot for an opportunity to get a record deal. Your band, the Capulets and his band, the Montagues have been rivals long enough. But what happens after a night when you get to know their lead singer?
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thus, with a kiss, i die| tom holland
PROLOGUE: the rivalry.
romeo & juliet modern au.
summary: the well known story of star-crossed lovers. Your local bar has two spots for bands, but only one spot for an opportunity to get a record deal. Your band, the Capulets and his band, the Montagues have been rivals long enough. But what happens after a night when you get to know their lead singer?
chapter summary: who are the great rivals at the Verona bar?
pairing: singer!tom holland x guitarrist!reder
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this is literally romeo and juliet, it's one of my favorite stories, if you've read my other works you KNOW I love to quote it, and reference and eveyrhting. Anyway, this is my take on it. Modern world, hope you like it. I haven't written anything in ages so here goes.
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This is an unequivocally known story, a tale as old as time, of those of two star crossed lovers, who most likely lost their mind. Star-crossed lovers, they call them as if the stars were undeniably conspiring against them. Are the stars really against secret, illicit-feeling escapades of a young, naive love, so powerful and strong that it ends up in death? Â
Or were they too busy to help them out when everything went insane?Â
Shakespeare said it himself, didnât he? âViolent delights have violent endsâ. Perhaps the name and the reference itself doomed upon a foretold tragedy. Yet, here we are.Â
And it all comes back to a simple rivalry, and thus shall start like it always does. In a small bar named âVeronaâ, always playing live music, near a college. Nothing too unusual, nothing so fancy. With a small stage. Smoking blue and purple. With a wall full of old bottles, just to adorn. A small stage with a few vintage lights hanging from the ceiling, a worn out rug, and a neon light sign which read: âDonât waste your loveâ.Â
Where people gathered to have a beer, or two in those small wooden tables, or perhaps in the green couch, nibbling on a few snacks while they listen to one of the two bands Verona offered.Â
Some liked the Capulets, an all female band. Some liked the Montagues, perhaps for the handsome lead singer. Some liked both. Some liked neither.Â
But Verona was the rivalry. The rivalry between the two bands was what made Verona an interesting place, or thatâs what some people liked to pry upon, the well known story about two former friends, Monty and Billie âCapâ who once fought almost to death and decided to each go their separate ways and declare themselves sworn enemies.Â
Things hadnât been quite the same since. Each formed their own band in an act of revelry and had tried to crush the other. The Capulets were known for their soul-crushing lyrics, meanwhile the Montagues were known for their remarkably outstanding sounds. As said before, their lead singer was quite someone that moved crowds. Pleasing to the eye.Â
The Capulets had recently lost their main guitarist and a rumor of who would join had circulated. Monty was anxious to learn all about the new member. A war shall begin.Â
In all honesty, nobody really cared about them, but both were on the edge waiting for each other's next movement.Â
And in the end, they were young and naive with big wishes and hopes, with the same stupid dream that one day someone would walk in the night their gig was on and offer them the entire world.Â
It was funny, how they believed so much in Verona, just a small bar, that happened to have a few legends come from. A few people said great names like Billy Joel had once played there. Drunk folks are very unreliable narrators. But not quite the most unreliable.Â
Which brings us to two members of the Capulets, Georgia and Sam. The drummer and pianist, respectively. The first, a short haired, with a diverse set of earrings, a top tank and loose pants. A cigarette hung from the corner of her lips. The two of them were having a drink, knowing they would have to listen to the Montagues later, they needed some alcohol in their body to make sure they could stand the occasion.Â
Some of Montagueâs crew had already arrived and were tuning in. They watched, amused. It was a fair Friday afternoon, and people were gathering already to have a beer and some chips.Â
âYou know, we got the Saturday gig? â Samantha said as she plaid with a half-full cold beer glass. Her style was more 70âs, big hair, big pants and striped shirt. âIf we keep going like this weâre going to crush them.âÂ
âI think we should actually crush them,â said Georgia, puffing her cigarette. âGet a whole ass piano and just dump it on them, cartoon style, yâknow? Especially Tom. Gosh, Iâd like to just get rid of his stupid British face. I might dislike him more than Monty.âÂ
Sam shrugged. âThat was a great move, youâve got to admit that.âÂ
âAye, great move? Getting a pretty face just to get more audience, please,â Georgia rolled her eyes. âThis should be about talent!âÂ
Although she knew that half the girls there were just there to see Tom. Georgia only judged them slightly. Tom was most definitely the newest sweetheart. Curls, chocolate kind eyes, and Georgia supposed he was fit. Besides, a hopeless romantic, or so the girls would say only because he had an accent. Perhaps they all believed he was the next Hugh Grant.Â
âPerhaps Cap should bring in someone as beautiful, yâknow? As bait.âÂ
Georgia rolled her eyes once again. Although it didnât sound as stupid. And perhaps thatâs why Cap had decided to bring in someone as beautiful. Although the new member, Georgia knew, was naive and had a lot to learn, she could perhaps appeal more. And besides their looks, their talent to write, Georgia knew it was most likely to appeal to Paris, the young handsome bartender, the barâs owner's protege, who could pitch in to have them more often.Â
But they were losing right now and they both knew it. How theyâd manage to convince Princess Skylar to get them the next day was beyond them. Skylar was the bar owner, or at least she presented herself as so. Even though she was just a manager she basically owned the place. She gave out the slots as long as people were buying drinks. And lately the Montagues were bringing in more money.Â
Montgomery, âMontyâ had brought in Tom to be his new lead singer, and theyâd been booking the Saturday gigs more often since. Perhaps bringing in a wider female demographic to Verona, buying pretty cocktails. Although, Georgia thought it could be now constructive for them since the male demographic had decreased and they tend to be the ones to drink more beer. Besides, one thing they could rely on was Tom having a girlfriend, so at least the girls would eventually have to give up and go back to the heart wrenching lyrics.Â
âIs it me or do they sound worse each day?â Wondered Sam as she heard a hard tune. Bea, her enemy, the Montagueâs pianist was a fan of only key smashing. âWhenever I listen to them I just need to run to the bathroom and puke.âÂ
âNo, I think you should just puke on them,â Georgia said. âIâd be your number one fan.âÂ
Abby, the Montagueâs drummer, and Georgiaâs number one enemy had overheard. Georgia said her technique lacked enthusiasm. While Abby said Georgia lacked any technique.Â
Both were wrong.Â
âWhatcha say?â Abby questioned. âDid yâall come here to learn?âÂ
âLearn?â Sam stood up with her beer. âLearn how not to play, am I right Georgia?âÂ
Sam wasnât good with comebacks. Georgia pulled her back down.Â
Abby chuckled. âIf you play like that then I wonât worry anymore.âÂ
âAh,â grinned Georgia raising her own drink, vodka soda. âSo you are worried. Gotcha.âÂ
Abby rolled her eyes. âI donât believe youâre invited here.âÂ
Ben, another member of the Montagues and the reason they had a new lead singer was nearby plugging in his instrument. Not as handsome as the others, people would say, but he was peaceful. âLet them be, Abby. They can be here.âÂ
He often tried to ignore them, he was there for the music and the music only. He thanked Monty for giving him the chance to be there and disregarded the stupid rivalry. He was the bassist, and had become quite popular now that he was acquainted with Tom.Â
He didnât like any trouble⌠unlike Theodora, another member of the Capulets who was with them at the bar but had been quiet enough. It was hilarious how they often were angered by the otherâs presence and yet neither tried any other place to hang out.Â
Theodora searched for the trouble. Perhaps Theodora was the one to hate the most of the Montagues. All of them and especially their newest member. She was the scariest of the Capulets, impulsive and with probably some anger issues. She despised them, and wasnât afraid to show it.Â
âEh, for sure we can be here. Itâs a bloody bar. But you could try and kick us out. Donât be such a pussy, Ben Dover,â Theodoraâs first statement was one to make heads turn.
Ben turned to look at her from his bass. âIâd rather not get tired, unlike you I care more about my music.âÂ
âWhy does it sound like a bunch of people farting then?â Asked Sam. Again, she wasnât good at this.Â
But before he could even respond, Bea, the pianist had already begun the⌠fight, if you could call it one. Apparently the fart statement had been the one to bother her, funnily enough.Â
Sheâd stormed over, yelling and screaming nonsense. Raising her hands and giving them fingers.Â
Very classy.
Georgia and Sam had stood up to walk over to the stage. Bea had continued a rampage of all the cuss words she could think of and calling them out on their lack of talent and accusing them of coming here only to plagiarize their songs, to which Theodora kindly answered they couldnât plagiarize a âpile of pure shitâ unless they went to the bathroom. Sam had continued with the fart insults.Â
Ben only stood there watching them and trying and failing to calm them down.
Soon, the other poor customers at the bar were involved in the fight, trying to incentivize the company. Some others were drunk enough to fight with them and others just enjoyed the show.Â
Billie, âCapâ, who had acquired the nickname from quite a young age, by making everyone call her âOâ capân my capânâ after making The Dead Poets Society her entire personality, had walked in along with her girlfriend, Clara. Cap was usually chill. A great leader, a great singer and a great friend. Unless, of course, you betray her. Sheâd been betrayed by Monty, whom sheâd now nicknamed Slap-Dick.Â
âChrist.â Cap muttered as soon as she saw the scene. Part of her band only raised glasses, fingers and lame insults and she was sure sheâd just seen a beer can fly by. âAngel,â she turned sweetly to Clara. âWill you please hold this?â As she handed over her purse.Â
âWhat for?â Clara questioned.Â
âYes, I might need to throw some handsâ oh, how interesting, see who just walked in, the scum himself, Slap-Dick,â she greeted.Â
Monty, one hand on his girlfriendâs, Maddie, waist, and one hand holding his guitar walked in. Cap scrunched her nose with disgust.Â
âThe fuck are you doinâ here Capân Crunch,â Monty snapped. âItâs our gig tonight, please get your vulgar and uncivilized twats out.âÂ
âIâm pretty sure your darling band if we can dare to call it that, was the one to start this,â Cap crossed her arms. Cap knew her own crew was not good at insulting. Although as she eyed Theodora she thought she may have been wrong in her initial statement. Still, she continued. âYour zoo is making all of this noise.âÂ
âOh! Fuckinâ.â Monty laughed but thankfully was interrupted before he could say anything that would make the show even better.Â
âStop!â Skylar had yelled, breaking a bottle against the wall as all the lights were turned off and the faint ambiance music stopped playing. She liked drama. âFor fuckâs sake, stop!âÂ
Everyone felt the air cold, paused in the middle of the argument. The lights were turned back on, completely, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was chaos, as if a hurricane had hit the entire bar. Theodora was holding Ben by his shirt, Bea was standing on a chair, Sam and Abby just stood in front of each other. The other drunken clients just stood there awkwardly. Standing ever so slightly less elegant.Â
âIâm so fucking done with this,â Skylar said. âStop you assholes, this is the third time this month.â She made her way through the tables and snapped her fingers down twice at Bea, motioning for her to get down. âI donât care about your stupid feud,â she continued as she snatched Theoâs hand off Ben. â It's so stupid, youâre both terrible bands,â she said as she walked in between Sam and Abby, separating them as both fueled with rage. âIf this doesnât stop,â she said, taking Georgiaâs drink now and taking a sip for her. âAnd Iâm talking to you both now,â she turned to watch Cap and Monty. âIâm going to cut you off, deadass. Not one more gig for either. Do you understand?â
Both tried to complain.Â
âI said, do you understand?â Skylar was firm.Â
âYes, princess,â Monty hissed the nickname. Montgomery Williams was exactly the guy youâd think of when you thought of a guy who formed a band and played the lead guitar. His dark hair fell to his eyebrows and his cheeks were sucked in enough for him to be considered handsome. He was often seen with a pair of dark jeans and a new band t-shirt. A cigarette was his trademark accessory. Bulked enough but, not really. And he was often accompanied by his newest pursuit, this time, Maddie, a girl whose clothes were probably bought too tight on purpose.Â
âNow, Capulets, please give me the pleasure of your kicking you out,â Skylar said
Montgomery smirked.Â
âNo, no, Monty, donât get your hopes up. They donât play until tomorrow, so from now on whenever the other band is playing the rivals cannot step in here, otherwise Iâll fuck you up,â Skylar threatened.Â
âI wanted a beer,â Cap complained earning a deathly glare from Skylar. âFine, princess!â She took a deep breath. âCaps, letâs go get wasted at my place!â She ordered and her mates followed after.Â
Skylar had her arms crossed at the entrance as they walked out and the members of the Montagues clapped. She rolled her eyes.Â
ââLright everyone, if anyone causes another disturbance Iâllââ
âFuck us up,â Monty finished. He clapped his hands and pushed Skylar from her shoulders back to the bar. âAbsolutely, no worries, Sky, weâre very civilized and we will give you the best show tonight. Weâre classy!âÂ
âDonât touch me again,â was the last threat she gave before heading back to her office.
Monty gave her a fake smile and then turned to Ben. âThe fuck happened?âÂ
Ben made his way back to the stage as he was followed by the rest of the band. âHonestly, Georgia and Sam were just here chilling. Abby overheard them and wanted to snap at them, I tried to calm them down but Theodora, you know Theodora.â
âInsane bitch, yeah.â
âTheodora just snapped and then itâs a blur,â Ben explained.Â
âFuckinâââ Monty pinched the bridge of his nose. âMkay, well. We canât let them, you know, get on our nerves, that what they want, they want to get rid of us, no matter what, they donât even care if they go down with us,â Monty said. âSo, uhâyeah, especially now that Tom joined us theyâre desperate.âÂ
His band mates only nodded with agreement.Â
âAndâ where the hell is he?â Monty frowned, noticing just now that his lead singer was nowhere to be seen. âWe play soon, that idiot,â he rubbed his face with stress. Although he loved to pride himself on being better than Cap, he was often found with insecurities because deep down he believed he wasnât.Â
Monty was especially scared now that he knew Cap was going to present her secret weapon the very next day. Why they were given a Friday instead of a Saturday was scary for him. Who had they brought in?Â
Perhaps, the Tom furor was finally gone after a few weeks, considering that although more women were parading in Verona, they would soon be gone as soon as they found out Tom was not available and not willing to flirt with them. Even when Monty had encouraged it, the guy would just politely decline it.Â
And now, they had the Saturday gig. The most important gig, and although Friday was next in line, he knew that important people showed up on Saturdays. Not Fridays. Â
Though he didnât blame it entirely on Tomâs reluctance to flirt. He knew Cap had pulled her cards right. And he knew it had something to do with Skylar. Had anyone slept with her? Or had they given her money? Had their songs penetrated Skylarâs walls?
Either way. They had to have their lead singer show up. He couldnât hide his anxiety as he approached the microphones, tapping slightly on them to try them.Â
Ben coughed, watching him.Â
âBen?â Montyâs eyes widened. âWhere is he?â
âLook, I havenât heard of him since the morning,â Ben explained.Â
Monty furrowed his eyebrows.Â
âHe did text me he would be here, but.âÂ
âBut what?âÂ
âHim and Rosie broke up so he might not be feeling well, he told me he was devastated. He told me he was getting a drink before.âÂ
Monty heard the news. His lead singer had broken up and was devastated on a Friday night gig. Where they had to sing silly love songs and hard beats. Songs that would be ruined if not sung with the right emotion. Songs that could potentially be ruined if sung drunkenly.Â
ButâŚ
âAre you telling me thatâŚâ Monty approached the mic, tapping it to make sure everyone heard him. âDid I hear that right Ben?â
âMonty.â Ben shut his eyes closed.Â
âDid you just tell me our handsome, British, sweetheart, muscly lead singer is single now?â He questioned with a smirk knowing heâd gotten the attention.Â
âMonty.âÂ
âDid you just tell me that?â Monty pushed. âIs Tom single?â
Ben shook his head annoyed. âYes, Monty.âÂ
Monty smirked as he turned to the crowd. âLadies⌠and no, actually, just the ladies, you just heard it! Our lead singer is recently single so I will need all of you to give him a warm welcome when heâs here, heâs going to need a lot of love. Will you guys help me with it?âÂ
And for now, he knew, he was back again at the race.Â
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