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Double Dare
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Ongoing, First published Jan 04, 2016
Mature
Most bands aren't created at the hair salon, but we're not 'most bands', so I guess it makes sense.

They call me Harvard, for reasons I still don't completely understand. I guess I was somewhat damned to be a musician with a name like that; not that it bothers me, I'm actually quite good at my job.

I'll tell you, none of us expected to get to the top of the charts. In fact, our humility about our skills stretches so far that you could say we actually think ourselves to be quite bad, which, according to our many critics, is a huge white lie.

I guess I should tell you what this is. Hello, welcome to my story, where I tell you about how my band was born. This is my The Amazing Book is Not on Fire to Dan Howell and Phil Lester, my I Am Malala to Malala Yousafzai. This is the story of my life. (If you 1D fangirls tell me you didn't just hum Story of My Life then you sit on a throne of lies.)

Well, the story of Double Dare, I guess.

But before you turn the page, listen when I say this: you are about to enter the mind of an emo, a fangirl, a literature lover, and a music fanatic.

Don't say I didn't warn you...

****This is a work of fiction. The band Double Dare does not exist, and all characters are made-up. Just a heads up.
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