I can't screw this up...

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Oh jeez,bro she's going to be there. She's going to be there! This is something i seriously can't screw this up or else...oh man i don't wanna know what would happen! Ok,Jello, calm down it will be,man.

*Saturday arrives*

Alright today is the big day,er,night! PJ's house party! I called up the band and gave them 30 minutes to get ready. I put on my black combat boots,camo jeans,my torn up shirt i made out of a union jack flag,and i spiked up my red mohawk. After i got ready, I placed my mic and amp into my van and headed off to chucky's house to pick him up and his little brother in 8th grade, who we call Bam Bam and is our bass player. Chucky came out of his house wearing nothing but his skate shoes and cargo shorts,holding his amp in one hand and guitar in the other. Next, came Bam Bam, who wore simple converse shoes,a button up,and jeans with his bass on his back and amp in both his hands. "Hey,Jello" shouted Bam Bam as he climbed in the back on the van while Chucky just said a simple "Ay". We then drove to Quentin"s apartment building,who was waiting for us on the outside with all his gear wearing a red paisly print bandana,a white shirt with monkey from the adicts' face on it,black jeans,and brown work boots. After all was done, it was time for PJ's party! We drove up and to our surprise, no one was there yet. Bam Bam went to knock on the door and PJ answered the door and waved us inside. We gathered our equipment and set up in his large living room infront of his flat screen tv. We waited about half an hour till about 20 people arrived with more to come. "Hey, when you wanna play, Jello?" asked Quentin. "Hold up," i was waiting for Willow to arrive and as just as i said that i saw her approaching the door, "ok...let's play!" Quentin banged his drumsticks in a Ramones style "1-2-3-4" style and i grabbed my mic and shouted:

"WE ARE PATIENT ZERO AND WE'RE HERE TO GET CRAZY AND ROCK YOUR FACE TILL IT MELTS!"

And as soon as i said that, we started to jam.

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