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So after my gurlfriend went home the band came over. "Ddue, check thi out." I hand Michael the lead guitarist, the add.

He looks at it sideways "Hmmm..." he hums. The other guys join around and also look at it sideways. Next they look at each other and then they all stare at me.

"Dude, what the fuck is this all about? Do you really think we're ready for something like this?" Andy asks sitting down in his chair and fiddling with his drum sticks.

"We hardly ever practice." Adam says.

"No, you hardly practice, we're here every other night. And when we do practice, it sounds totally bitchin!" Did I just say bitchin? You know I'm desperate. They all look at me in disbelief. "Okay, so what if we;re the only ones who participate in this and we win? Your words will be totally eaten out." I tell them.

"But what if we lose?" Michael asks.

"Then we'll say we bearly practiced." Adam tells him. Shut the hell up.

"But, but at least we'll finally be taking a step forward. I mean think about it: is this what you really what to do with all our work? Be a fucking behind-the-scenes garage band? You guys know we're better than that. We should be famous." they seem like they're kind of getting it but not quite. "And all the bitches will be lining up to our beds, I'm not joking. They'll be in a snap all over us." They all look at me again not showing anything. Come on you  sons of bitches, I'm trying here... "There's a reward." Their eyes light up. "It's one-hundred-twenty-five dollars. Twenty-five each." I tell them. "Convincing enough?"

"New York City?" Michael Guy asks.

"Yupp."

"Four weeks?" Andy ask.

"Mmmhmm." 

"Twenty-five thousand dollars? Each?" Adam says in awe.

"....DUH."

They think about then start shaking their heads. "You guys in?" I ask bored. They all smile and take turns saying "I'm in."

An hour later we're practicing most of our old songs but in the end we decide that we should either play "The Author", "Absolution", "Juda's kiss", "In Our Defense" or "Dear intercepter".

"The Author is pretty boring, I think they'll get bored." he Michael says.

"I like Judas kiss." Andy suggests.

"Hmmm..." Michael thinks.

"What about In Our Defense?" Adam asks.

"No." I tell him.

"Why not?"

"Because I hate that song."

Adam looks hurt, he's the one who wrote that one.

"What about Absolution?" Michael throws out.

"Hmmm!" I nod enthusiastically. "Brilliant! You think they'd like that?"

"Yeah, I think they would, it's got a powerful vibe and it shows more than one voice." Andy agrees.

"Yeah, so that's settled then?" Everyone agrees except Adam. "Adam?" I look at him.

"Ok, okay." he smiles, he knows he's excited about this just as much as I am.

We play through Absolution five times pretty sure that that's the song we're going to sing at the auditions, and then we get high. We stay up until three in the morning (Except Andy who fell asleep at one). We're crunk and half naked and can't stop laughing. First we were rubbing wip cream all over us then we'd hose the car down and take turns sliding down it like a slipNslide.

It's my turn, I'm standing on the back of the car, on the trunk ready to go for it. "WOAH!!!"

"Fucking do it! DO IT, DOO IT, DO IT, DO IT!" Michael Guy chants and then Michael and Adam join in. "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!!!!"

I laugh, "Yeah!!!!" should I do it? "FERNARNIA!!!" I scream and then all of sudden I'm sliding and then it's pitch black.

"Dude??? Dude, Wake up!" I hear the voice and then I feel a slap on my face. I open my eyes quickly alarmed, to the face of Adam. He smiles. "Hey, and he's awake!" he shouts.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"You...you sort of slipped dude." he laughs.

Michael pushes him roughly. "Dipshit." he spits at him. Then he turns to me "Yeah, man! You slipped on some wipped cream. We were worried you wouldn't make it."

"Then why didn't you take me to the hospital?" I get up, shit my head fucking aches.

"We can't drive, we were all fucked up."

"Why does my head hurt?"

They look at each other and laugh. "When we were carrying you inside we actually hit your head on the door...sorry." I lift up my middle finger to them. Wait a second...

"How long was I asleep?" I ask wondering why I'd just thought about that.

"Just a half hour." Michael Guy comes in the room. "You should tell Kelsey, she's worried about you."

"She knows? Isn't she asleep?" I look at the clock, it's only four, she's supposed to be sleeping.

"She came over." he told me.

"Why the fuck would she come over here this late? and then leave?"

"She has work tomorrow, she left her coat in your room and needed to get it and then she noticed that you were unconcious."

"Great, she's probably freaking out."

"Here." he hands me the phone. "No, I don't feel like talking right now. Fuck off, I'm ganna go to bed."

"Goodnight." then they all leave me on the couch.