Subdivision

There once was a boy named Harrison, and a boy named Derek and a kid named Alex. They all liked to make noise. So they had a brilliant idea. They played a school show, intended to be one off. After a enormously successful venue, they decided to make more music (through mutual consent, and local request). But Harrison, had never played the drums before, and only did it for this one show. So they were in a pickle, because they lived in a rather small but beautiful town that wasn't used to loud noises, a noxious environment for any budding music group. But one day while in Multimedia class, Harrison met Jared, asked him to play with them because of his amazing drum talent (thinking that it would never happened had prevented this previously but these were desperate times) Jared, being a chill bro, decided to go ahead. They met three days before their intended show, and made sweet noise. It sounded like when you plug in a $900 dollar custom shop Fender blonde Telecaster after being forced to play a Gibson Flying V. AMAZING. So they all were astounded at how outright genuine it sounded, and henceforth got extremely excited (as most teenagers do about something this loud). And as time wound on, they played more and more, and they played their first show. The world will never be the same (that is a positive connotation). Since then we have (yes I'm part of this story) traversed with our instruments strapped to us (or in our pocket), to crowds and to clapping hands and wondering ears and back to eager promoters. We love this music, and we have so much fun, that people laugh when they watch us from pure enjoyment. We love being a small town group, but hey, we're rockstars, and that is never how history is written.
The End
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