[The Best Ever Daycore Band Out of Desote; Teaser]

Hi all, I'm trying to make a return writing fiction but I have some health issues that are causing me a bit more trouble than when I wrote as JenAndTonic. Anyway, just wanted to toss this bit out, just wanting to test the waters for a story before I commit since my health is sort of at a premium at the moment. So yeah, wanting to give everyone a prologue and hoping it takes off so I can write the rest. 

 

The Best Ever Daycore Band Out of DeSoto

 

“WE ARE ROCKERBYE AND WE'RE HERE TO PLAY MUSIC, MAKE YOU DANCE AND STUFF!” Zoe belted onto the mic in front of a crowd she could hardly see do to the house lighting at the Pageant. “ONE, TWO, THREE, OI!” She belted into the ether and the crowd came alive as she tore into her guitar, her new bassist and drummer Beth didn't take long to kick in. The music was raw and loud, totally untrained or unconstrained. Despite the hours Zoe and Beth spent in band class, they still preserved an atonal punk vibe that refused to be restricted to one style, let alone one key.

 

“Hush little baby don't say a word,” Zoe roared into the mic, “ Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird, and if that mockingbird won't sing, till we can marry here's a promise ring.” Zoe shouted her lyrics into the mic but across the Pagent her eyes made contact with her. Charli was a tiny girl of Mexican-Ameridnian background and she stood there locking eyes briefly with her former bandmate. Charli was wearing a pretty, pink pinafore dress that would be out of place for any show at the venue beside a Kindycore one. Zoe stood on stage singing her heart out, in a Disney Princess shirt with a prohibitively short skirt showing off the Pull-Up underneath that thanks to the heat to the flood lights, no longer had all of it's stars.

 

Zoe blew a kiss and didn't know if Charli caught it, she was in the moment. This was Rockerbye's moment. The chance to make history, to rewrite Kindycore along our own lines.

 

*Insert ad for Blue Apron*

 

Hi, I'm Zoe Galloway. Ten years ago I was this kid. I strummed thatt guitar like no tomorrow, and like for so many others, getting a girl was part of it. The Midwest in the late 00's was a hotpot of varrying punk scenes and Kindycore was among the strangest and yet the most enduring. In fact, the recent output of singers like Melanie Martinez and Miley Cyrus seem to cement the impact of Kindycore even if if it was short lived. Kindycore was a thing. For a beautiful few years, it was hard to go into Hot Topic and not find among the punk and rock merch things that looked like they belonged for kids. Toys, costume jewelry and makeup,ribbons, bows, the works. The early 10's were such a weird and wonderful time to be alive.

 

I'm going to be taking you through a multipart series here on Punk History. I'm grateful for the Odcast network for letting me speak with you today. I may be a journalist, but returning to my roots will be something awesome I want to share with you. I'll be taking you through dressing cute the first time, buying my first guitar, my first wet pull-up, wetting the bed for the first time, writing music, making friends, slumber parties, play dates, all the way up until our first and only show.

 

Please, join me in taking a look at a maligned subculture. Join me for, The Best Ever Daycore Band Out of Desoto.

 

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“Only, the the All Things Odcast Network. XOXO Ya'll.”

 

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[Taking A Little Break. (private with kingdobbs and lilgirllya)]

"Oh hey, yeah today was...something." Emily wipes the tears out of her eyes, "But yeah, how are you, how are things?"

[Taking A Little Break. (private with kingdobbs and lilgirllya)]

Emily took a moment before responding. Feeling like a kid who'd been caught but hadn't done anything wrong. Still, the warm bubbles and suds were nice and even after she pushed the thought from her mind she took a moment. "In the tub,, hun."

[Taking A Little Break. (private with kingdobbs and lilgirllya)]

Emily returned home. She paid the Uber driver she'd gotten at the station and walked in. Every step felt heavy and she felt herself fighting back tears as she fumbled for her keys first inside of her purse and then again finding the right one to unlock the door. The lights were out, there was no smell of dinner. It was just another night. Emily trudged inside shrugging off accessories and clothes before walking into the bathroom, turning on the bath and sitting down for a cry. She'd started doing it quite a bit lately, but there was something about setting oaking, especially with some bath bombs or bubble bath, and just letting the day soak away as best as she could. Emily stilled herself as best as possible in  her privacy, focusing on keeping her breathing stable to fight off crying and just enjoying the warm, sudsy goodness of the tub.

[Taking A Little Break. (private with kingdobbs and lilgirllya)]

Emily took a few moments after seeing the text come in to calm herself. She felt guilty. If her partner was asking her if she was coming home, then he'd become used to this unsustainable  arrangement. She was upset but didn't know if she needed to be upset with herself for such a toxic situation becoming something other people now planned around.

"Yeah babe, just picked up a late shift and helped with closing. Love you'.

[Taking A Little Break. (private with kingdobbs and lilgirllya)]

"Order up Emily!" Her boss shouted at her.

Emily had been enjoying a quiet moment, not really a break, but some time on her phone to text and respond. That all came to a quick end. She wordlessly accepted the tray, only exchanging nods with her boss. He styled himself as a head chef and used terms she would swear he'd only picked up from TV cooking shows and barked at people as if being loud made him the Gorden Ramsey of the diner rather than being a good cook might. Emily smiled though lewd jokes, complaints, and being uncomfortably hit on. Being just over a touch over five feet tall and having good skin never faild to cause people to treat her like a high schooler.This wasn't what she signed up for.

After years in culinary school and taking part time jobs working in restaurants, she was no chef, rather, she found herself waitressing in two part time jobs that both swore in the interview that they had 'opportunity for advancement. Emily took the abuse and the harassment. Every tip, every hour of work was checked against the student loan debt she visualized in her mind. It was then checked against phone bills and rent, among all her other bills and general indulgences that made life liveable.

Emily cried at work. She'd been crying at work for a long time now. For months she'd been applying for new jobs and for months no success. It was draining and she was at her breaking point. Danny and she hadn't had as much time together. She was sleep deprived. She was anxious all of the time. Most embarrassingly of all, she'd taken to wearing pads constantly as after every major anxiety episode she'd find more than a bit of wetness in her underwear if not visible on her pants on extreme occasions. They also helped if her boss would let her step away for a few moments to use the toilet. She'd probably dribbled in her panties more being here than she did as a toddler.

Something had to change soon, Emily could keep living this way she sobbed as she drove home once her shift was over.

 

[Hiya]

Oh Goodie! It's a bit embarrassing to say it but sometimes I need special panties *just* for big girls because I forget I need to go potty and have an accident! Don't tell anyone though, it's really embarrassing even if big girls didn't need them they wouldn't make them. I look forward to hopefully creating some content for everyone and with any luck, people will enjoy it. Now, please keep it a secret but my special panties are feeling sorta squishy so if we could just keep that between us while I find my Daddy to help me?

[Hiya]

Hi, I'm Lya and I somemany years old. I'm also Lyanna and have a smidge of history as a writer and RPer. I'd really be interested into hopping into an RP as a way to help me get back to writing on the regular. I've been a member of online and in person ageplay or little communities for 5 years. I previously had an account as JenAndTonic but that no longer feels right to use and I can't remember the password for it anyway. I am a smol one, a little who tends to hover in the 3-5 area but I've recently discovered a middle side as well, though as a middle girl who still is clingy to her Daddy and needs 'bed time panties' despite being a big girl. I do have a Daddy IRL who I love very much and has been more a parent to me than my flesh and blood have. Dad's cool with what I do online and has been nothing but a supportive and positive influence on me. I also am happily married, and share a home with my best friend, her 'little' girl and our several birds.