Bands: #3

100/100

The hundredth chapter of this book.

The hundredth follower.

100/100. 

I know that this'll be all sappy and pathetic, though I beg of you to please read through it, after which I'll include a few band experiences that recently took place.

So, a hundred people who may or may not be reading my books. That's incredible. I never expected these numbers, and I'm truly thankful to all of you. I know @mlduryea always says that (in a whiney voice) "you never know what they're actually like", but that doesn't matter. You could love or hate reading the crap I publish, and that wouldn't mean too much to me; I mean, I definitely feel better about myself and my work when I receive compliments for it, though if you're leaving negative comments and thinking I'm just some stupid dickhead, well, I could care less about your opinion. (Note: constructive criticism/that type of shizzle is a different matter from hate.)

Sixteen months has led to:

Bands: 25.2k views, 2.2k votes, and heaps of comments.  (COMPLETE)

Bands 2: 10.3k views, 1.4k votes, and lots of comments.  (COMPLETE)

Bands 3: 1.7k views, 189 votes, and numerous comments. (ONGOING - as of 25th Nov. 2016)

There have been more publications, yes, though these are my top three most important at this point. 

So yes. This has been kind of an indirect 'thank you' to all of you who have assisted with votes, comments and reads, along with those who I communicate with through private messages (and I know I haven't been replying regularly I'm sORREH). 

Live long and prosper,

xx-Sara B

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I promised a chapter, so here's a chapter:

MORE BUS STORIES

We were on another excursion last Friday, and in between PTV songs I heard a very familiar song on the bus radio. 

Before I knew it, I was rapping the second verse of tøp's "Ride", with two dozen people questioning my sanity. 

Me: *Rapping.*

Me: *Thinking to myself: wow, you've actually learnt this properly!*

Song: *Ends.*

Me: *Shoves earphones back in and casually head-bangs to PTV as though nothing happened.*

I've got tøp skills. (That was a joke if you couldn't tell. Nobody except Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph have tøp skills.)

Have I told y'all about the time a band member scared the living daylights out of me? No? Well here you go.

I was at the Avastera concert last week, and during The Faux's set, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Now, I thought that this was my mother, since she was hanging around the venue. So I turn around, about to ask "What do you want now, mother?" when I see Cooper from one of the bands that previously played.

Him: Um, excuse me... *Needs to get through.*

Me: Oh, right, sorry. *Moves out the way.*

Me: *Thinking to myself: cOOPER JUST TOUCHED MY JACKET WITHOUT IT BEING A HUG DURING A SELFIE AT A MEET-AND-GREET.

Later on: Josh from the same band calls me "dude" twice. Level two: get him to call me bro. 

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Now, I know that this chapter hasn't been very eventful, and that my latest ones have been crappy, too, but there's just not enough going on. I'll probably be thinking up some random ideas or something soon, since I've got quite a few existent scenarios in my mind.