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Rising Storm	By : AllAmericanPipes Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > All American Rejects Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 01
- 2-Part 02
- 3-Part 03
- 4-Part 04
- 5-Part 05
- 6-Part 06
- 7-Part 07
- 8-Part 08
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Rising Storm
AllAmericanPipes
Piper McCoy

Part I

Mike Kennerty sat in the small recording studio. It was beginning to get rather stuffy in the small confined space, but it was worth it to be able to record with the band he had been a road dog for the last few years. It was an exciting thing getting to record. He looked up from the Les Paul that he had been strumming and saw Tyson Ritter walk into the recording studio, Brooke Ramirez, his flavor of the week, on his arm. Mike was very much infatuated with her. He loved the way she smiled whenever she walked into music places, especially recording booths. She loved music, it was her life, even though she was only a voice instructor, for Tyson that is, but was still in school. She was a music major and she had met Tyson at a club. They sort of hit it off and before Mike knew it they were dating and she was instructing him in voice as a project for school. She knew her stuff though. Mike smiled at her as she took a seat next to him, throwing her arms about him in a hug.
"Hey Mikey!" She exclaimed. He loved it when she did that. She was such a kid sometimes, one with a real innocence about her. He wrapped an arm gently around her lower back.
"Hey, Brooke." He practically whispered not wanted Tyson to turn around. He was watching Nick in the recording booth, most likely picking about his performance. Brooke removed her arms from his neck and looked over at Tyson. Mike noticed the love in her eyes. He wished she'd look at him that way. He couldn't understand why she was with Tyson he treated her like shit.
"Mikey, what are you guys gonna record today?" She asked, excitement ringing in her voice. He smiled.
"Dance Inside. It should be fun." He replied as she turned to face him all the way.
"I love that song!" She screamed a little louder then she had anticipated. Tyson turned around, anger in his eyes. Mike glared at Tyson after viewing the fear that had appeared in her eyes the moment he glared at her. She sat back in her chair and began to fidget. Mike thought this was really odd, noting that she was always energetic when it came to hearing them or watching them. He shot her a smile, with his dimples at full force.
"Hey, you wanna go and jam in the next room? I don't think anyone's in there." He asked gently. Her eyes lit up once again as she silently nodded. Mike stood with his Les Paul and grabbed his smaller amp and headed out with Brooke sneaking about close behind. He opened the door to the next room and sat in the nearest chair. She soon walked in the room and sat next to him. "So what do you want to sing today?" He asked, knowing what her answer would be.
"What do you think? AAR baby!" Was always her reply. Mike's dimples were again at full force. He thought it was cute how into the band she was.
"Well, I knew that, but which one you wanna go with?" He asked again, laughter practically breaking his words apart. She began to think and soon came up with an answer.
"Dance Inside. I'd like to show Tyson up for once." Mike couldn't help but laugh.
"Maybe I should tell him that." He replied, causing her to tense almost immediately. She again had that look of fear.
"Please don't do that." She whispered, almost inaudible.
"Brooke, I was kidding. What's going on with you two? You just got that look in your eyes again. You had it when he turned around in the studio. He hasn't hurt you has he?" Mike asked more or less knowing something that had to be going on. She looked as though she had calmed down a bit.
"No, of course not." She paused. "He's never laid a hand on me." Mike could tell she was lying, but wasn't going to upset her by trying to pry. He decided he'd talk about it with Nick. He was sure he would know what was going on.
"You sure you're alright then?" He asked, making sure that she was gonna be alright.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are we gonna jam or what?" She asked, obviously wanting to change the subject in a hurry.
"Yeah." With that he began to strum the chords of Dance Inside. Soon her voice washed over him. He loved the way she sang, so sexy and full of tone. He wondered if she had ever written anything. He soon noticed that she was watching him. She always did and it almost always made him nervous. He looked up to meet her green eyes. She smiled at him. The fear had left her eyes but soon returned when Tyson barged into the room. He looked at her and then at Mike.
"What are you two doing?" He asked. Mike could hear the anger in his voice. Brooke stood and walked over to Tyson, obviously knowing he was going to pull her out of the room, which he soon did. Mike stood.
"Man, what the fuck is your problem! We were just jamming cuz we were both bored. Get your fucking hands off her! Can't you see she's terrified!" Mike screamed. Tyson tightened his grip on her arm.
"What did you tell him?!" He screamed in her face. She began to cry.
"Nothing. Ty, you're hurting me." She whispered. He let her go and his features softened. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her on the fore head. Then he pulled her in a hug. Mike couldn't quite understand what he was whispering to her. Tyson pulled back and looked her in the eyes.
"You go and wipe away those tears. I'll be in the other room, ok?" Tyson stated. She nodded before he kissed her again. Tyson brushed past Mike and walked back into the other recording studio. Mike watched him as he did so. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. When he turned around Brooke was gone. He stormed back into the other room, obviously pissed off. He kicked the wall and let out a scream. Tyson was abusing her and she was fucking going along with it. He sat in the nearest chair and placed his head in his hands. The girl he loved was hurting and he couldn't really do anything to help. He knew the next few weeks were going to be hell on earth.

The cool night air felt good against his skin as he exited the building. He had spent more or less his entire day in the small recording booth and the tension between him and Tyson had become so thick that he was practically suffocating. He took a deep breath, sighing as he exhaled. His guitar case was in his right hand and he slowly reached his left in his pocket, surfing a moment for the keys of the car he had rented for the time while they were in Florida. He reached the car and was about to unlock the doors when he heard Brooke scream at him.
"Mikey!" She screamed running towards him. It had been hard to sit with her for the day after what he had seen. "Mikey, man I'm glad I caught you. You think I can hitch a ride with you back to the hotel? I really don't feel like staying here all night while Tyson and Nick decide to pick apart everything that they've recorded." Mike smiled. How could he have guessed that's what she was going to say? He nodded as he threw his guitar into the back seat and opened the door for her. "Mikey, you're an angel." She stated as she hopped in the small car. Mike soon joined her in the front seat and soon turned the car on. She gazed out the window. She had many thoughts flooding her mind. She soon turned to face Mike as he drove. "Do you mind if I turn on some music? I really hate the silence sometimes." Mike smiled. He knew Tyson never listened to the radio when he drove.
"Yeah but only if it's good music. What exactly do you have up your sleeve?" He asked knowing that she always carried her CD collection with her along with her portable CD player. She soon pulled out one of her cases.
"How about some old school Green Day? I know you can't say no to that." She replied. Mike nodded and soon Green Day could be heard blasting from the car as they drove. Brooke had a slight tendency to always blast her music. It sounded better that way. She began to sing along with Billy on the CD. Mike couldn't help but laugh. He loved the way she would just start singing along with the music. Not to mention the fact that he loved her voice. He had decided long ago that her voice was rather sexy and he enjoyed listening to her.
"You know next time you don't have to ask. You know to turn on some music." He stated after turning down the volume. She frowned slightly.
"Yeah, it's just that Ty gets so fucking uptight about his radio."
"Has he ever hit you? He was so damn rough with you earlier." Mike asked, breaking the thin ice that had already begun to melt between them.
"Never. Sometimes he just loses his cool is all. He doesn't mean to be rough he just forgets his own strength sometimes. Once he realizes it he always makes things better." She replied her eyes glued to the road ahead of them. Mike soon pulled the car over. He was usually such an introverted shy person but he wasn't going to let her be hurt by his band mate.
"Damn it Brooke! He's fucking abusing you and you can't tell! I mean come on! I've never in my life seen anyone grab a person like that. Maybe during a fight but that's about the extent." Brooke stared at him in shock.
"Mike, it's not like that!" She managed to get out before she broke down into tears. Mike took her in his arms. "He loves me, he does. He doesn’t mean to hurt me. He loves me." She whispered softly as her tears fell.
"Brooke, he's hurting you. Don't you see?" He asked gently pulling back. He stared into her green eyes, which were so filled with sorrow. She didn't answer. She just simply cried. She couldn’t answer. She was too terrified of what would happen if she did. Mike held her while she cried. He couldn’t do much else. The realization had just hit her and he knew it. The storm was about ready to head their way.
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