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by Gilan on Mon May 26, 2008 1:59 pm
Ian shot right past the house he was going to in his excitment. He stopped the car and backed up the small side street. He parked and rushed up the porch. He busted through the door, "Crap! Crap! Crap! Really sorry Im late guys. Why the crap did we decide to have practice at Ryans??? I live across town you know!" Ryan, the bass player for their band The Exiles looked at him, "Yeah, well its not any better for me if we practice at YOUR place ya know. Dave and Jake looked to see what Ian would say, "Yeah? For one, we never practice at my place, we go to Jakes, second off, whos the one whos always rushing into class late, huh? Who do you think NEEDS help getting places on time?" Ryan laughed, "Well you ready to play man?" Ian set down his guitars and got his acoustic guitar out, "Can someone tell me why were playing "I Know" first??? I was thinking more like, "Stand" or something more rock sounding to start off," Jake turned and looked at him from the array of drums around him, "Who said we were gonna play it first at the gig? And just a thought, but we need to practice at my house from now on, I really don't like using Ryans old drumset, its a peice of crap, why didnt your tell me that BEFORE I voted to come to your place man?" Ryan looked at him, "Well, its not mine, you know I suck at drums, its my Dads VERY old set..." he said, making Jake groan, "Please, tell me if anything on this junk heap breaks its not my fault," Ryan smiled, "Nah, its gonna fall to peices in a few years anyway," Dave clapped his hand, "Guys, lets quit arguing and start up!"
"Im compeletly agree!" Ian said. Putting the guitar strap over his head, "Lets get started, we have until Wensday to know what were doing for the gig," he said striking a G chord. They all got ready and started up. Ian began playing and then stepped up to the recording mike. It was time to practice.
"A hero need not speak when he is gone, the world will speak for him." -- Halo 3.
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