The Daggers Make Some Music

The Daggers Make Some Music

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It started as just a way to win karaoke night. Jake's country twang could make anyone weak at the knees; Natasha had four years of school choir experience under her belt; Bradley's piano-playing that night at the Hard Deck was its own proof; Micky and Javy were both in Glee club; Bob had a surprisingly strong tenor voice after a few lessons; and Reuben's falsetto could bring anyone to shame. One night after they had gone on someone in the audience yelled, "When's the album coming out?" Everyone laughed it off but it stuck with Bradley. He started doing some research between training and nights at the Hard Deck, slowly learning all he could about forming a band and making music. Soon, he was convinced they could make it big as a band. The others weren't as optimistic.
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