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+ 2	I Wanna Be Famous PRT 2
+ 6	I Wanna Be Famous
+ 4	Downhill Independence (CHAPTER 2)
+ 3	Downhill Independence
+ 3	Mirror Kisses (Chap 2)
+ 6	Mirror Kisses
+ 7	Snake Eyes

Well, where do i start? You know when you have a goal or a dream and you feel like you would do anythign to achieve it? Well, i have always wanted to be a star. Somewhere between dancing with a hairbrush sining and starting highschool, i made my decision. I was going to be a rockstar.

Making a band was hard. I wanted to find people as talented as me so we could make it big.

First there was Chaz. Chaz was your typical teenage voy, except he was the craziest guitarist i'd ever met. His fingers would fly up and down the fret board quicker then lightning.

My best friend, Beth, was the lead singer and bass guitarist. She had the awesomest voice i'd ever heard. I loved listening to her. She had punk written all over her and her voice was raspy and full of attitude. She sung and played at the same time and it looked amazing, how she could co-ordiante the two.

It took a while to find a drummer...but we finally found Bobby. He had crazy hair that sat down on his shoulders and he always found the urge to take his shirt off while her was drumming. I didnt really mind though...he had great abs.

And then there was me...plain old me. I played my dad's old fender strat. He died when i was ten and i never let anyone else touch it.

So that was the band. We were gonna make it big.

One day we were all sitting in Bobby's garage talking about what songs we were gonna play at our latest gig. We had scored a gig at a pub. It was the biggest pub in town and everyone was gonnabe there so it was our chance to get a name for ouselves.

"It's gonna be so mad you guys," Bobby said, shaking his head.

It was mad alright....mad, mad, mad.... 

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