Rock 'n Roll… that is the only thing that I live for. Loud music, head banging, partying… it was all for the spirit of the music. My parents disowned me for my unnatural love for ear bleeding loud music. They called it trash, but I call it my life force.
Nothing would stop me from buying CD after CD of the stuff. It was funny because I would go home and my mother would yell, "JASON YOU SPENT YOUR CASH ON THAT CRAP AGAIN!?!"
I would just nod and rush past her to my room so I could listen to my new disc. I am sixteen; don't I deserve my own lifestyle different from theirs? Many parents would disagree but the kids thought different. Parents were controlling and that will never change.
One thing that would change though was bands. At a point in time the band would be really hot and awesome but then the next day it was replaced by another. The music business was a fast and dangerous place.
It was unpredictable and you couldn't begin to try to map where you would end up if you went into it. I found this out the hard way. My love of music brought me to almost every band out in that genre of music. I guess it was only fate that I found the band "Draconis Rock".
In a way, I really didn't care for the band itself but the music was fantastic. The only thing that held me back from becoming a huge fan was their costumes. I mean come on who dresses up as dragons to sing Rock 'n Roll? To me that was a huge turn off. Still the music kept me coming back for more.
It was a good idea for me to keep my love for the band a secret since no one I knew liked dragons. If my friends found out it would only ruin my good reputation. I kept the CDs stashed under my bed in a lock box so no one would stumble across them by accident.
So it was easy to hide my love for the music and the band. That was until they were making a live appearance in my home town. The tickets were cheap and my parents were going to be gone for the weekend. There was no reason for me not to go. As soon as I could, I bought my ticket in secret and waited.
I was so excited to go that, the night before the concert; I sat in bed unable to sleep. My mind thought of how sweet it was going to be to hear the music in person. I finally fell into a shallow sleep and when the sun rose I quickly jumped out of bed.
My feet pounded down the stairs and I slid into my seat for breakfast. "What are you so happy about… you know it's Saturday so you can sleep in right?" Dad asked as he looked over his paper at me.
"Yeah I know… I just have plans with a friend so I am trying to get ready early." I replied as plainly as I could. Dad set his paper aside and sighed deeply.
Dad stared at me for a bit then finally broke out saying, "I know you probably like this girl and that's great but I just want you to be safe and if you must engage in any activities be safe and use a…"
"NO NO NO NO NO…" I quickly cut him off before he got the wrong idea, "It is a guy I am hanging out with so there will be none of that… jeez dad you are a perv."
He shook his head and went back to his paper. I waited patiently as mom walked out with three plates of bacon and eggs. "Thank-you," I said as she set my plate in front of me and I began eating quickly.
Mom looked at me curiously but then just shrugged and started to eat her share. When I had finally devoured my food I stood saying, "Okay bye guys I am off… see you two when you get back from your weekend trip."
Without even waiting for a reply, I dashed out the door and checked to see I had my wallet. In my other pocket was my ticket to the concert. Today was going to be the best day of my life… nothing would go wrong because everything was set in stone, or rock I should say.
My watch indicated that I had a solid twelve hours before the concert since it started at eight p.m. and it was now eight a.m., so it was safe to say I had a lot of free time. To make time fly by, I walked to my favorite album store in town "Crystal Records".
They had it all, from techno to classical, if you wanted it they had it. Plus it was the only store around with cheap prices, band gossip, and some novelty T-shirts with the band logos on them. Yes sir that was my favorite place to be.
I hung around there so much that I had become well known to everyone that ran the place. So it was no surprise that when I opened the door a pretty blond at the counter said, "Hi there Jason!"
Her beautiful eyes drilled into mine and it took all of my willpower to hold contact. In a steady, but nervous, voice I replied, "Hi Cristine… whats up?"
God was on my side today; my voice didn't crack in fear at all. She smiled and drummed her fingers against the counter. "It's slow today, I am glad you came in… did you hear that freak band, that dresses like dragons, is in town today?"
Nodding I said, "Yeah… what creeps those guys are, who would want to see them."
"If they didn't wear those costumes I am sure they would get more popularity around here." Cristine sighed and chewed her gum.
If it wasn't obvious I had a crush on this girl… since the first day I met her I had a crush. Over time it was easier to talk to her and now it was possible for us to be friends. Now she talked like she hated a band I loved –I got the costume thing though- and that meant we had less in common.
We talked for a good two hours about how her school stuff was going and that sort of stuff. I checked my watch again and decided to move on. "See you later Cristine," I walked out the door and she waved.
"Now what shall I do for ten hours…?" I started to think and that was when an idea hit me.
"The concert… I can go spy on it and see if I can see the band members out of costume. No one has ever seen them out of costume… I could be the first person ever!"
With that thought in mind, I started running to where the concert was being held. It took me twenty minutes to reach the old abandoned building on the outskirts of town.
"Hopefully they didn't make it yet… I can sneak in and hide in the rafters to watch them." I thought to myself.
The building itself was three stories tall, missing every window, and had been abandoned since the seventies. Originally it was a factory of some sort… not sure what for but it didn't matter. I saw the front doors were missing and I stepped inside.
A sick smell of mildew and damp wood filled my nose, "Oh this is sick… how can I rock out in here?" I asked
Quickly I surveyed and saw that no one had arrived yet, still I didn't want to push my luck. Without hesitation, I made a desperate climb to the rafters. Once I got up in the dangerously high beams, I walked carefully across them and hid where I thought it would be easiest to see the band.
I was excited and filled with adrenaline; I was going to be the first person ever to see the band without costumes on. Every five minutes or so I would check my watch to see time move incredibly slow. "Come on… hurry up and get here already!!!" I said impatiently.
After two hours of sitting and waiting, I was finally rewarded by the sound of a van pulling up. I hunkered down lower into my secret spot and watched. I heard some grumbling and sure enough a grey anthro dragon walked in carrying two amps.
"I should have known… they wore their costumes all the time in case anyone ever saw them while they traveled"
Disappointment scarred me and I watched with less interest as two dragons, one green and one brown, walked in carrying pieces of a drum set. "Zor where do we set up the drums at dude?" the green dragon asked the grey dragon.
He looked at the green dragon and answered, "Right there behind where you play bass, Gress."
The brown dragon followed the one named Gress and together they started setting up the drums. Then a loud belch signaled the entrance of the final member of the band. A black dragon with red horns walked in holding a guitar case and he smiled at the others.
"CRUZON!!! Dude seriously you are slow as hell getting out of the van." Zor exclaimed.
Cruzon smiled and tossed the guitar to Zor and retorted, "Oh whatever man… just remember that I am the face for this band."
Chuckling, the brown dragon turned and replied, "Yeah you are the singer… you are the face only because you get the front."
"Oh Trey… you are one jealous creature… must be because your mother was a cat." Cruzon burst out laughing
Trey looked at Cruzon with murder in his eyes. "MY MOM WAS A FLAMMIE NOT A CAT!!!"
When he yelled it sounded almost perfectly like a roar. "What the hell is going on," I watched quietly in fear.
"HEY… you two knock it off, we have stuff to get set up." Zor commanded.
Cruzon shrugged and sat down on an amp, his gaze surveyed the room. "Man this place would be sweet to bring some dragonesses down to."
Gress turned to face Cruzon and said, "Your dating sense is messed up dude… seriously who would bring their girl here?"
"Only the ones that have the girls that like to party man."
I nodded to myself in agreement then stopped to think of what he just said. "Flammies for moms… dragon-like roars… dragonesses for dating… oh my god these creeps are actual dragons." I said quietly in horror.
"HEY LOOK… I found a roman candle left over from that party." Cruzon took out a long
candle-like stick and lit the fuse with a small breath of fire from his muzzle.
The three other dragons looked at him in surprise. "CRUZON NO, STOP WE HAVE EXPENSIVE EQUIPTMENT IN HERE!!!" They all yelled together.
"Hahahahaha pyro make it go… BOOM!!!" he aimed the Roman candle at Zor and it hit him dead in the chest.
I thought that would knock him down with pain but instead Zor stood there with a hole in his shirt. "Not cool Cruzon just," he was cut off as another blast hit him right in the muzzle.
The two others just watched as Cruzon unloaded on Zor and finally he ran out of roman candle. "Um… yeah we will stay out of this one," Trey said and backed away.
"Cruzon… that was… oh who gives a crap, LETS GET READY TO ROCK!!!" Zor roared loudly.
My hands flew to cover my ears to protect myself from the loud noise. I had to get out of there and fast. Gress suddenly spoke and said, "Guys its time for this dragon to go take a leak."
He walked out the doors and I watched as the three others set up. Everyone was distracted and now was my chance. Silently, but quickly, I moved out from my hiding spot and went across the high beam.
Once I reached the spot I could descend at I crawled down and reached the bottom floor. Now all I had to do is dash out the front door and I would be home free. My leg lifted, ready to sprint but a clawed hand gripped my shoulder.
I froze in place, fear made my heart pump faster than it should have been pumping. Then Gress's voice came from behind me, "Oh hey little buddy… where do you think you are going?"
He spun me around to face him and I held back a scream. It was easy to tell that it was no costume he was wearing. "I-I-I was… looking for m-m-my wallet I think I l-l-left it here." I stuttered.
"Or you were here spying on us on that rafter right there," he pointed right to my hiding spot and I knew it was game over for me.
Forcefully, he led me back over to the others. "Guys meet our number one fan… what's your name kid?"
I felt helpless as four sets of dragon eyes were on me, "Jason… Jason Merville."
Cruzon stared at me oddly for a long moment and finally spoke, "So… are you another wannabe dragonslayer?"
I shook my head and replied, "N-no sir."
"Oh look he called me sir… how cute… can I just eat him?" Trey looked at him and shook his head.
When I looked at Trey I was shocked at what I saw. Instead of scales covering his body, fur was in place of the scales. I felt a mood shift and I fell to the floor laughing.
"What is he laughing about?" Trey asked, looking at me like I was crazy.
Between laughs and gasps for air I stated, "You… are covered… in fur… LIKE A CAT!!!"
Cruzon started laughing too, "Oh that is terrible when even the scared human laughs at you Trey!!!"
"HEY… kid if you don't shut up… I will make you regret you ever started laughing." Trey warned me.
I couldn't help myself, it was too comical for me. "KITTY KITTY KITTY KITTY… get your meow mix HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" and yeah maybe that was a little overboard.
Trey pounced on me and hung his fang filled muzzle over my face. "Okay kid… say one more thing about how funny I look… I dare you."
He relaxed his face and I could see that some fangs stuck out of the sides of his snout. "Oh god… I smell tuna on your overbite…," I threw my hand over my mouth but a giggle broke free and I knew it was my last mistake.
"Okay wise guy… YOU PISSED ME OFF!!!" Trey roared in my face and my eyes closed.
Cruzon said, "Kitty has anger management problems… kitty is a biter."
Sure enough that was what Trey did… he bit me right on the arm. He stood letting me go free and I jumped up clutching my bleeding wound.
"OW WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!" I yelled at him.
Everyone just stood there looking at me with weird expressions set on their muzzles. "Why are you all staring at me for?" I asked and Gress suddenly announced, "Oh now you did it Trey… good job… what are we supposed to do with him?"
Sarcasm dripped from his words and I started scratching my arm. "Um… we just leave him here." Trey said looking at me.
A terrible itching sensation rolled over me and I started scratching like mad. I looked at my arm and saw yellow fur growing on me. "AHHHHHHHH WHATS HAPPENING TO ME," I shrieked whilst itching myself.
"Oh great… another kitty… Zor I can eat this one right?" Cruzon asked and stared at me.
Zor watched also as the hair started to take over my whole body. Claws pushed slowly out of my finger tips and the smell of vanilla wafted off of my body. I could feel my teeth become fangs and one stuck out of the corner of my mouth.
Something pushed out of my pants and I gazed in horror at a new tail that was mine. Everything was happening so fast that I didn't realize that I grew to be the size of the others. With the new body, I became digigraded in my stance. My face started taking on the effects of the change now.
Human ears were replaced with long furry ones, my face pushed out into a muzzle, and soon all human characteristics were lost. Scrutes had grown on my stomach and then the last things grew from my back. Four feathered wings pushed out and made their presence know to the world.
"Oh my god… I am… A FREAKING FLAMMIE!!!" my voice had grown deeper and I shocked myself when the loud growl escaped my throat.
Trey walked over and helped me sit down on an amp next to him. "This is a permanent life lesson bud… treat others how you want to be treated."
I looked at him and felt tears come to my eyes. "How am I supposed to go home like this?"
"Well," Zor replied, "you can't go home… we will take you in don't worry."
The group nodded at me and Cruzon commented, "And I will show you all the females you
would ever need… all dragonesses no flammies because I refuse to even talk to those."
Trey rolled his eyes and retorted, "Oh yes listen to the guy that got punched in the muzzle for calling a girl 'Mrs. Sexy'."
"She couldn't take the complement well… too bad for her."
Gress patted my back and I sighed depressed. "Hey man… we will take care of you don't worry about it, its all going to be fun from here on out." Gress reassured me.
I smiled weakly and roared, "ROCK ON THEN!!!"
That was the moment that changed it all for me. I messed up but something good came out of it… yeah I know I look like a cat –trust me Cruzon won't let me forget it- but I still have some pretty weird and amazing friends now.
We rocked out there and I played a bit of bass with Gress. From there we went to Phoenix, Arizona, I met my first dragoness there and was almost beat by her because I mentioned Cruzon's name. It shows that he gets around a lot more than we thought.
I write this as we travel to Dallas, Texas… so yeah Dallas here we come. Remember… treat others how you want to be treated. It's good advice… because now Cruzon gets two cats to torment.