Here I was, a young eighteen-year-old with hair that was way too long and clothing that had way too many holes, trying to get big with music. You see where this is going, don’t you?
Bright eyed and bushy tailed I got together a band, and we started making music. Our gigs were small at first. We started out playing covers. Had to do that to make a name for ourselves. We played at block parties or on the beach, events with hundreds of people in a tourist town. It was pretty fun and a great way to get exposure.
My bandmates were cool. Tash was on drums, and she was wild, always flipping her sticks and screaming into her mike. She had that good energy, you know? Joel was on bass, and that man was a genius, he could find a groove even in the most nonsensical of songs. Tara was on the keyboard, and she played as her life depended on it.
We were a band the way they show you on television. It was like a cult almost we were all so close. When we finally started playing at gigs and gaining a following, there was that electric energy I’d so craved. We were still young, not even old enough to drink, but people were buying us beers and telling us how talented we were. This could only lead to ruin.