Chapter 1: Son Of A Gun

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I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS AND IT SEEMS ALRIGHT SO UH
HAVE FUN KIDS

Dave's POV
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October 11, 1990
I sat behind my drum kit, the tiny room filled with the sounds of people yelling, Kurt's screaming guitar, and Krist's bass. This is my first show with the band, Nirvana, and it's been going horribly. The power keeps going out, we've had to skip songs because the power keeps going out. I looked over at Kurt, smiling. He's so..amazing, I love him. But I could never say that to him, because he would probably hate me and kick me out of the band.

Kurt jumped into my drums.

"Jesus fucking christ!-" I yelled, falling back onto the dirty floor. I was not expecting this. I looked over, Kurt was already on his feet, smashing his guitar against the amps. I watched. And then he throws the guitar. At me. Whether it was intentional or on accident, it hit me.

"Shit!" He ran over to me "You okay?" I looked at him, "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting any of that." He helped me up,  people were still yelling, running and jumping off the stage. Krist gave his bass to them, they destroyed it. Holy shit.

Later that night, we were laying in the van. It was a bit cramped, but we made it work. One of us would sit in the front and stay awake to make sure nobody would try to steal our stuff, and the other two would sleep. Basically we take turns sleeping and staying awake. I was sitting in the front, trying to stay awake. I was tired, but I didn't wanna wake one of the others up. My head slowly fell forward, resting against the steering wheel.

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