Song of the Century (Writing Challenge 6)

                                    

                                          
  6. "Time for murder, mayhem, and a lot of fucked up folk music." 
                          
ArchiexReader
                          
*lowkey had such a difficult time coming up with a plot for this this quote has literally no context and for some reason I just picture Archie in like a Western getup (but like a cowboy hat and Mexican style poncho) with an acoustic guitar idek but yeah I apologize for whatever the fuck this is I literally googled the quote for other people's takes and all I got was some Norwegian death metal band whose members keeping getting murdered and shit I'm sorry*
                          
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"Archie, no," I said.
                          
"Archie, yes," he mimicked.
                          
I hate this kid. 
                          
Archie wrote a new song for an event the Blossoms were hosting that night, and wanted to perform it. He had played it for me a few minutes ago, and I told him he was batshit if he thought he would get a good reaction from the crowd by playing that song.
                          
Normally Archie was a great songwriter, but this song just wasn't him. It didn't have that cute little Archie Andrews charm his songs usually did. It didn't even sound like the same genre!
                          
"Hon, your song sounds like bad folk music," I was as blunt as possible, hoping to discourage him from playing the song.
                          
Archie looked at me for a second before turning back to his guitar. He placed the instrument in its case and closed it. 
                          
"Archie, why don't you just play a different song? You have plenty of other songs! Songs that won't make people wanna kill you or cause a riot!"
                          
"I wanna play this one, I like it. I don't care what you think. It's my song, my performance, my choice."
                          
He had a point. I couldn't tell him what to do, I couldn't control him. 
                          
"Fine, you're right; it's your decision and I have to respect that," I gave in.
                          
Archie beamed at my admitting defeat.
                          
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I was waiting side stage for Archie, wanting to wish him luck before he performed.
                          
I began to get worried when there were five minutes until he went on and Archie was still not there. Before I began really panicking, I spotted Archie running up to me. He looked frantic.
                          
"Babe, we have a problem." 
                          
Immediately I became worried again. 
                          
"What? What's the problem?"
                          
"I can't play my song!"
                          
"Why not?"
                          
Archie looked at me like I was the crazy one, "Because it sucks ass!"
                          
"Arch, it's your song. Don't listen to my opinions on it. Do what you want. Play it or don't, but you need to make a decision, like, now. You're on in a minute."
                          
He looked at me for a few seconds, contemplating his options.
                          
He sighed and opened his mouth to give me his choice, but was cut off by the moderator for the event signalling him onto the stage.
                          
"Fuck it," he declared, grabbing his guitar.
                          
"Time for murder, mayhem, and a lot of fucked up folk music."