Don't Take me for Granted

Under the Bridge

"Uhhhhh," I turned to my right and turned off the source of the beeping. My stupid alarm clock. I pulled myself out of bed and looked at my drum kit that was ridiculously propped up in my tiny room. This and my bed took up the entire floor space in my room. The drum kit I had was nothing compared to the one in my dream. It was way smaller and it was previously used before it became mine, also I only had two pairs of drumsticks, not a whole bag. I wouldn't say that counts either because one of the pairs is signed by Dave Grohl, so I can't exactly use them.

I jumped behind my kit and started playing the same drumline that I was playing in my dream. I guess you could say it's a knockoff of the drumline to Self Esteem by the Offspring, but the guitar tone I imagined going with mine was a little different, so it's not completely a complete copy I guess. 

"Danielle?!" I heard my dad holler from downstairs.

"Yeah dad?!" I shouted back worriedly, hoping he wouldn't say the word I hated more than anything else. 

"I know it's hard and it's a Monday, but you have to get ready for school." 

Fuck. He said it. School. I hate that word.The main problem is I'm actually good at it, so I can't give up. It's only been a few weeks into my freshman year, and I'm already losing my mind. The worst part is to think I've got 4 glorious years to go.

Got dressed, brushed teeth, brushed hair. Same routine every single day. I couldn't get that dream out of my head. It would happen one day. It would have to. That wasn't the first time I had a dream like that, and it most definitely won't be the last.

I grabbed my backpack and ran downstairs, and I told my dad I wanted to skip breakfeast and just get to school. I have to find band mates. This is it, I'm starting a band.