Prologue

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Prologue: The start

Can you hear them? The cheering crowd, the drums beat, the backup vocals, the strumming of the lead and bass guitars and the strong sound of the key board? No, you can’t can you because you’re not standing on a crowd in a black punk dress with fish net stockings and combat boots, you don’t have a crazy amount of mascara and black eyes shadow on or bright pink lip glass. Why do I say this? Because I am Quinnastien and I’m the lead singer of a punk band and this is my story, looking over at my best friend, lover, and protector as he sat at the ebony grand piano that would be accompanying my only soft song it’s hard for me to believe as well. The only way you could ever understand what I’m trying to say you would need to hear the story at the start, which was about a year ago at the beginning of my JR. year of high school and the Bloody Red Purple Roses was still an unknown band….

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