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Chapter Two

Mike's pov.

"Aye, yo, mike", my friend Brad said as he appraoched me.

"Aye, man."

"Are you going to be at our band practice?", Brad asked. Me and Brad are both in a band with some other guys. Our band is called Xero. Our lead singer, Mark, left the band a couple weeks ago. We haven't found a replacement yet, but if we have to, I'll probably do the singing and rapping parts. I'm the rapper and Brad is the guitarist. There are three other guys in the band. The three other guys are Joe, Rob, and Dave, but he likes to be called Phoenix. Joe is the dj. Rob is our drummer and Pheonix is our bassist.

"Of course I'll be there. Since when did I have a life outside of the band". I really didn't have a life outside of the band. I wasn't really interested in anything but the band. I didn't care about school or what was going on at home. I don't have many friends. I don't get bullied, I'm just one of the outsiders. I only have four other friends, which was the guys in the band.

"Cool man. Have you writen any new material", Brad asked.

"Some, but it's not very good. I'm not finished with any songs. Right now all I have written down are idea's. But the songs are getting there. Should have some soon".

"K. We'll be at your house at around 5. See ya." Brad said, entering his house. I continued to walk home alone. Maybe I could continue writing while I wait for the band to come over. My house was about 3 blocks away from Brads house, so it didn't take long to get back home. As I entered the house, I saw my mom fixing dinner.

"Hey sweetie, how was your day", my mother asked me.

"Good. The band said they would be here around 5."

"That's good. Dinner is almost ready. Should be done before they get here."

"Cool. I'll be in my room writing music", i said as I walked towards my bedroom. I got a pencil and my notebook and sat on my bed. Hopefully, I can come up with something to write. I've been in a creative slope for about a week now. It's just been hard coming up with new idea's.

I sat there on my bed, trying to come up with atleast something. Why do I always have to be the one to write all the songs? Why can't anyone get off their ass and help me with the song? It isn't that fucking hard. Maybe it is, but at least someone contribute to the song writing process.

"Honey, dinners ready," my mom yelled.

I quickly put my notebook and pencil away and headed to the kichten. "What's for dinner mum", I asked.

"Just some meatloaf, mash potato, and corn", my mom responded.

"Sounds good". Ever since my dad passed away, it's just been me and mom. There are times where I easily tell my mom misses him. She can probably tell that I miss him to. We both miss him. We have gotten a lot closer since he passed. We have been able to talk more. We were both really depressed when he passed. We had to hold each other up.

"Dinner is good mom", I said, trying to start up a conversation.

"Why thank you, Mikey. I'm glad you like it. How was the song writing." she responded.

"Slow. Just couldn't come up with anything. I'm just in a creative slump right now."

"Just write down what is going on in your life and how you feel."

"There really hasn't been anything going on."

"Maybe you just need something to happen. Some kind of inspiration."

"Yah, probably. The guys should be here in about ten minutes," I said, while putting my plate in a sink. I went down to my basement, which happens to be the band's studio. We usally practice here. A couple minutes later, the rest of the band came down to the basement.

"Hey, Mike, what's up", Joe asked.

"Nothing much you"

"Not much. Sucks we don't have any classes together."

"I know. We won't see each other often during school."

"Do any of you guys have classes with the new kid", Pheonix asked.

"Which one? There are new kids every year," Brad responded.

"The weird skinny kid with spikey hair."

"Chester?", Rob asked.

"I'm not sure what his name is but that sounds about right."

"I have a couple classes with him but, why do you want to know if we have any classes with him?," I asked.

"I was just wondering if he is really quite in other classes," Phoenix responded.

"He seems really quite, but he wasnt there for the last two periods I have with him", I said.

"Hey guys, can we stop talking about the fucking new kid and start practicing," Joe asked.

"Yah sure", I responded while grabbing one of the mike's and plugging it in. We praticed for about two hours. It was fun as usual, but got boring after playing the same songs over and over again.

"Do you guys want to go to the park for a little bit," I suggested. They all nodded their heads. I told mom where we were going right before we left and headed to the park.