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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 

"Where shall I start?" He takes a deep breath and looks to the camera "I screwed up in many ways. I almost died due to drug overdose. I've put my band mates in a difficult situation. I am a sinner... and you know what's funny?" His eyes lit up and he smiled.  "I fell for a saint." My sister paused the video and rolled her eyes. "This will not earn you bucks, Joshua! Why do you keep doing useless things?! And now you did the most idiotic thing to do!" I scoffed at my sister's words. That's right! everything I do is wrong! Even in the eyes of my parents! There's no justice in this family! I can win this argue! "No, you are wrong! Matthew Welch is a legend! They will care! I know they will! They'll always blame him for breaking the band! They should look at his point of view too!" She slammed her hands at the table. "You are wrong in many ways, beloved brother. He WAS a legend. Nobody cares about him now. So get over with it! I am so disappointed at you! You're a failure forever!" And that does it... she got me right there. My throat becomes tight and my vision becomes blurry. "Look, Joshua I just want what's best for you... I'm sorry..." I grabbed my SD card and USB and walked out of the room. "F*ck your sorry! You despicable wench!" I yelled. 

I woke up feeling bloated after eating two packs of Lays and three packs of Cheetos last night. But I never regret any of it... My vision went to the SD card that contained the interview I had with Matthew Welch. I hesitated to watch it, but then a spark inside me brought me to the edge to watch it all over again. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity to have interviewed a legend! I passed forward to where my sister stopped. 

"I fell for a saint." His smile was sincere. When you search his name on Google you can see black and white pictures of him smiling, but none of it was as sincere as this. "You're talking about your wife." He puts his chin on his fisted right hand , as if he is imagining something. He closed his eyes and said "I am envisioning a woman dressed in white with a veil covering her face. Inside the veil there's a hidden treasure only for me. She had two distinctive traits, and it was her heart and soul." I paused the video and found myself caught up in his emotions. People judge him, but they don't really know who he is. "Please, tell me your story." He opened his eyes and he was pulled back into reality again. "Story? I have many stories. Please elaborate." I cleared my throat and gathered up the courage to ask him "You were once the vocalist of The Drive. May I ask as to why you guys split up?" He leaned on the couch and crossed his arms. "It's a long story, young man. I think you better go." What? No!  "No mister Welch, please I want to know!" I begged him.

I paused the video and thought of writing this down. So here I am. I am about to write his interview and his life stories. Please tune in as I write it down in more specific details about Matthew Welch's life. Thank you for reading, and I hope you read the next chapter and take interest in this book. 

Sincerely,

Joshua