Things were always this this way until one night when I was thirteen jamming to 70s rock, staring at the ceiling and dreaming of no longer being the spectator but the creator. Dreaming of being in front of crowds and seeing nothing but smiles and watching people groove to the rhythm. I began writing down my thoughts, studying bands and I even changed my style. Long hair, skinny jeans, the works. I joined a band with the best guitarist I knew. Despite me being tone deaf then we managed to make a song and play it for everyone we knew.
This was a triumphant victory, to me. To my guitarist, this was a bore. Growing weary of the duo he departed with two of our mutual friends to form a new band. Me? I was devastated. Over time our friendship vaporized and we rivals. For two years I focused on my songs …show more content…
Hitting it off almost immediately we agreed to make a project happen, starting off slowly, we gained momentum. Going through drummers and bassists before getting our final members. Soon, we started sounding good. Actually good. Like really pretty good! We made in the community had 3 half cabs, a full P.A system and two mics donated to our cause. I bought some basic recording gear and we made a demo. Showed everyone in school. Posted things about our band everywhere. Soon after we gained the attention of a record label. Giddy with excitement we practiced away our nights. Driving the one hundred and fifty miles to where the studio was located, trying to figure out what our band name would be and how we 'd introduce