Taking Chances

Taking Chances

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when December and 4 of her friends decide to start a band they have to go through some troublesome times when they reach success. when December reaches the age of 16 she finally decides she is sick and tired of life. but all of that changes when she goes to a concert and meets a guy. they instantly become friends and he introduces her to some friends of his and they decide to start a band. when they meet a producer/manager (whateva the heck they are) they start to tour and the fame starts from there.... hope you enjoy! btw there will swearing and stuff like that sooo just warning ya! i have also used other bands songs i do not intend to steal songs. all rights go to the people who sing them im just using them because im not sitting there writing my own lyrics. and whatever song that this madeup band sing u have to imagine it as if it is their own song xxxx enjoy!
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