Just in case we make it big...
Here's a piece (the beginning) of what I'm writing - Please tell me what you think :D
This part is how we met.
2011-08-08 (14)
To begin, I’d like to say I’ve not much to say but what needs to be said. A number of stories, fiction or not, have sprung into Microsoft Word from my own mind with an amazing entry, only to deteriorate before the next chapter even began. Since this is more of a journey than a story, I’ll bet that even when I’m not inspired to write, the journey will still continue.
If anything, I’d love to begin saying that when I began drumming, I had amazing natural talent and a drum kit lying around. I knew my band mates from childhood, and my father was a talent agent.
Like most, that’s not how it happened. That would have been too easy.
The whole band really began to form in high school. Ninth grade to be exact. I had moved schools the year before due to the lack of courses I needed (My plan at that time was science – it still is. I could be like Brian May, the guitarist from Queen, who rocked well into old age, and ended up going to school for a PhD. in astrophysics). For the majority of that year, I was as Kaitlyn put it, part of the popular crowd. At least, that was her perspective. Long story short, I was the black sheep of that particular clique. I was quiet, introverted, geeky, and above all, not into the popular music at that time. Though Katy Perry and Justin Bieber were popular among the group, I never really caught on.
Plus, the majority of the group didn’t like me. The feeling was mutual.
It wasn’t until the end of the year that I met my band mates. I had wandered off from the group, not being able to get a word into the many monologues going on, and decided to pay my old friend Calvin Crozier a visit (I’d like to take the time to thank him for that – You rock). There he was, talking and laughing wildly with two girls – Mia and Kaitlyn - all able to talk.
Perfect.
From then on, I was no longer the girl with the purple jacket (due to the fact that I wore it almost every day, but don’t worry – It was washed regularly), I was known as Courtney in the beginning. For some reason, I was given the persona of John Deacon (AKA Deacy), the bassist of Queen (I’m feeling déjà vu here). It’s a mystery to all of us; I don’t play bass, I never could.
I’ve often thought of this story as one of those Disney Channel inspirational movies. Girl tries to be popular, she gets there, she then hates it, says ‘screw this’, and realizes that having good friends is better than being popular. Wonderful, I’m a real-to-life movie.
Nonetheless, we did what every teenage group of friends did: hung out at lunch. Every lunch. We even had a special place to be. Since this school was an art-centered school, some seniors were making a little open shed as a prop for a Christmas presentation. That’s where we would sit, and if someone was there before us, they moved. Not because we were intimidating (if anything, I was, but I was too nice), but because Kaitlyn would talk to talk to them.
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