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I Wanna Be Famous PRT 2
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 Created on 6-8-07
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---------------------CHAPTER 2----------------------
We were here. At the pub...
My stomach felt like its was...well, playing the drums. My head was pounding and my hands were sweating so much i couldnt even get a good grasp on my plectrum.
Eveyone looked like me...except Bobby. He had already proceeded to take his shirt off and i suspected he had actually used a curling iron to make his hair more wild. He denied all allegations of course, but i knew the truth.
When we got up, the crowd went wild. Everyone had enough alcohol in them to go crazy at the prospect of a young band, but not enough to fully except us, so we had a few skeptical yells from the crowd.
The one that stuck in my head was..
"Hey! You! Short-shit with the strat!! Dont stuff up!"
Obvioulsy that was directed at me.
We started playing the first song. It was a fast punk song that i had written with Beth. It was one of our best songs and we really wanted to kick off on a good note. We did.
The crowd was going mental by the third song. And i was getting a bit carried away...
It was coming up to a drum solo and i could tell Bobby was psyched out. The drum solo meant my moment too. The time where i could do some serious stunts with my guitar.
Bobby was belting away at the drums and i decided to swing the guitar behind my back and over my shoulder, and then catch it again.
I remember swinging it around...and that was it.
So now...i've just woken up on Chaz's couch... shit...
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