THE MELODY OF MEMORY

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Monday (03/04/2035)

Today was like any other day; going to work, came back from work, then train you kids. After that, have dinner and go to bed. Strangely though, I can't help but remember what me and my bros used to do when we were young.

After school, we'd slump down on the couch, groaning and moaning about how school sucked (except for genius Danny). It was until we went to our babies.

Well...not really babies..but..we just call 'em babies, but...nevermind

Anyways, everytime we play the keyboard, guitar, drums, bass..just..made us feel..okay again. Honestly, it's really hard to explain how it REALLY is, but at least I tried.

To tell you the truth, I never told a lot of people this, but we actually accomplished a lot of achievements during our teen years.

Well, for one, we actually won several local music competitions, but what was MOST interesting was, the night after we won a contest, a record producer came knocking at our front door and wanted to sign us up. As teenagers who were very passionate about music, we just couldn't refuse it.

We've had success for about 2 years, until we had to drop out due to 1) a financial crisis my family was facing, 2) our elemental discoveries. But, hey, 2 albums were enough, right?

After that, we were always training to fight evil and all that crap, you know? And we barely had time to practice our music, but when the time came, we'd take it.

But, that was like..20 years ago. Now that I'm almost 40 years old, I barely have time to touch my guitar. For one reason, now, I have my own family that I need to take care of, and now that me and my bros are not under the same roof anymore, we barely see each other, but we still contact each other though.

Even so, when I get the chance to get my hands on my baby blue guitar, the kids would round me up and enjoyed the sweet harmony of my six-string. Heck, maybe someday, I'ma teach them how to play one, maybe...

But...for now...it's just the right time to relive our memory...memory of how us brothers used to share the same passion for music...and I will never forget it. :-)

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