Let me lead you up to it. Recently, a few of my friends started a band. I'd have joined them but due to an injury years ago my hand doesn't work properly and restricts my ability to play certain instruments such as guitar. Anyway, they had wrote a few songs and decided to work with another band we know to do a gig. But they needed a way to get there. Which is where I came in. I went out and for £175 I got a minibus, and old GMC since I like american vans. So we did a bit of work, room to store instruments and room to carry the band. So we had a van, and we went to the gig and the band performed.
When the gig was over I dropped everyone off except the guitarist Tom (16yr old, longish blonde, brown eyes, 5"11, and a mid build, he's slender, but slightly muscular). He's like my best friend and was stopping at mine that night. Unfortunately my mam said he couldn't so we decided to sleep in the van. You should already know what my description is. But quick refresh, like Tom, but brown hair and not as muscular.
We got to talking about the band and stuff. And this is when the TUG begins.
"So Tom, how come you like music so much?" I asked.
"Well, I dunno, I just really enjoy it, it's like my passion" He replied.
"Yeah, that makes sense, you do seem quite in deep with music" I'd said.
"You could say I'm bound by music" he said, then pulled out his iPod and went to plug his earphones in.
Before he got the chance I dove on him playfully and pinned his hands against the back doors.
"Argh... What are you doing?" He asked slightly worried, but he knew I wouldn't harm him so he wasn't too worried.
I took his iPod, and unplugged the earphones, then slid the device down the van. I grabbed him around the back of his neck and forced him from the doors to the floor. (the extremely filthy floor) I pulled his hands behind his back and crossed them. He tried to struggle but he couldn't focus, and when he can't focus he is weak as anything. I wrapped the cable of the earphones around his wrists and tied the earphone end and the plug end together. It was tightish and he was stuck. I took out my earphones and did the same around his ankles.
"Ah bloody hell John, what're you doing this for?" He asked.
"Well now you're literally bound by music" I said with a grin on my face.
The van had an iPod compatable stereo that I'd fitted so I saw the playlist he had selected and began to play on shuffle. The first song was Bullet For My Valentine - Tears don't fall (one of my favourites)
I sat infront of him and playfully rubbed his forehead with my socked feet. Making him pull funny faces unwillingly.
"Are you having fun?" he sarcastically asked.
I just smiled at him then decided to lie on my stomach with my face right up next to his. The music played continuously, lots of Bullet, A7x and Trivium. When the playlist finished it was rather late, approx 2am. So I untied him and we got some sleep.
It was quite an initiative move on my part to use his words against him. Anyway, that's my story for you all
