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Maybe Tomorrow
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Ongoing, First published Aug 07
Lionel (Lee) Crawford is a musician. He is enamored by all things musical, and his love is shared equally admist his bandmates -- a tight-nit group that have eachother's back.
Integral to eachother's success, they must work ruthlessly to procure a reservoir of songs to perform a 10 minute set at the upcoming school concert in June.

However, enter; Kim Evans -- Lee's new bandmate.
And also his neighbour.

As a result of imminent decisions and feelings he keeps hidden for the sake of the band, Lee is approached by a crossroads:
- Will he stay headstrong and persevere for the band's sake?
- Or will he succumb to these overbeaing emotions that quell the urge to do well?

Have a read - and find out.
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