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DAMON
NEARLY EVERY STRESSFUL MOMENT in Damon's life could be saved by music. It was kind of a therapy, a really, really cheap but effective therapy. It was however, only ever effective when he had music that could speak for the situation, but suprsingly there was a lack of tunes in the 'Whoops the lass I fancy knows I stole her boyfriend's bike' genre. So Damon's alternative method was to have an internal existential crisis instead.
A motivational quote on the music room notice board, alongside the puns of 'I knew you were treble when you walked in' and 'Life without music would B♭', read 'Make the music you want to hear'. Brilliant, absolute class, only problem: band rehersals were becoming a a chatic visualizer that was wild enough to be narrated by David Attenbrough on the next season of Planet Earth.
"Hurry up Alex, finish that Wagon Wheel we don't have all day" Willow, Damon's ex-girlfriend said, she was their 'band manager' who in reality, just didn't want to be left out but didn't know shit about music. She flicked through her very organized notes. "Dave, why are you still in your pajamas?"
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