what if YOU had become best friends with the lead singer of your favorite band and had resigned yourself to the fate of always yearning to play a show with him but having to take what you can get, playing together at your church he started going to so he could be with you. it wasn’t what you really wanted, but it was what you could get. and what if a year after you first met he asked you to fill in for a show because his drummer couldn’t make it and you quit your job to rehearse with him and then the day before the show drove all through the night, over 8 and a half hours, just to make it back in time to play that show. and then you play the show and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted, the greatest feeling in the world, but then you get shut down after one song by the cops because of a noise complaint, and you just have to live with the fact that this is all you get. your first and last taste of playing a show in your favorite band with your favorite person and you only got to play one song. and what if the next morning he called you up and asked you to be in his band. permanently. what then.
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