Bands come and go, but they will always be remembered.
Meet Peter: a drunk driving incident left him paralyzed from the waist down. He's also got a dead girlfriend – the girl he was positive he would one day marry. His deranged father sent him to live with his scarily cheerful uncle when he decided he couldn't look after his son anymore.
Meet Tao: the love of his life comes in the form of a round ball that is kicked about on a grassy field behind his school every Saturday morning with the team. Or at least, he watches everyone else kick the ball around while he keeps score. It's not a big deal, though. The coach will have him on one day.
Meet Sultan: the guy who boasts the amount of women he's slept with on a daily. Which is exactly zero (but he sure as hell won't tell anyone that).
Meet Bass: the nice kid, the orphan, the best friend. He is mediocre and everyone seems to pass him by. Everyone except Anne.
It was the January following the winter holidays. A certain kind of fate brought these boys together and made something out of them (and no, it wasn't Simon Cowell).
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Author's Note: I'm addicted to starting new stories all the time. NOT GOOD, I KNOW.
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Kings and Crowns [under editing/being rewritten]
Teen FictionA story of how a band came to be.