Chapter One

     "And that's a wrap."

     My fingertips felt as if they were on fire. The band hadn't practiced for days. I looked around. John was was covered in his own sweat from head to toe. Kevin was sitting on his amp with a water bottle clutched in his fist. Martin looked like he had just seen his life flash before his eyes.
     And I, Kyle Kenneth Hanson, had a guitar hanging around my neck with my arms at my sides. I had dropped my pick to the ground beneath my feet and gasped for air. My hair was stuck to my forehead, due to the excess of sweat I had generated from rocking out too hard. Oh, the benefits of band life.
     I remember when I was the new kid back in my sophomore year in high school. I had nowhere to sit on the bus and this guy Jeremy had offered me a seat next to him. There, we started talking and he introduced me to his brother, John. Me and John became close.
     The day I was invited to John's house, I didn't expect to see a room full of guitars. I felt my jaw drop as my eyes laid on the Gibson in the corner. I asked if I could pick it up. John said it was fine. And I did. We started jamming.
     Starting a band wasn't intended. I was soon introduced to John's other friends, Kevin and Martin. I got close to them too and everything went uphill from then. We went through a series of band names. Some were short and simple and others were so long that we had to keep a sticky note with the name of it on there so we would remember what we were called.
     By the time we were in our Junior year, we had all been around the state of Philadelphia. We had played in local venues everywhere up and down the city. Everyone in our town knew who we were and we were respected for that. I was happy. I knew then that I had no plans of going to college and all I wanted to do what get signed and live the dream.
     We graduated, and we got to walk with our fellow classmates and throw our graduation caps in the air and receive our diplomas and shake our principal's hand and watch our mamas cry and all of that good stuff that seniors do on their graduation day. But after that, nothing really changed. We still jammed in John's basement nearly every day. Kevin still brought over his famous cinnamon rolls and we survived on those things.
     But now, we happen to run into a producer at a show, and we've been offered to headline a small tour with three other bands. Of course, we said yes. But honestly, I'm slightly nervous. This is what I've always wanted.  I don't know if I'm ready or not. I've never really been anywhere outside of good ole Philadelphia since I've moved here.
   "What are you thinking about, Kyle? Stoked for the headlining tour next week?" John had gotten off his a*s and smacked me on the back. He put his weight on me for support. He was still exhausted from the jamming, obviously.
     "Oh, yeah. That. Yeah, I'm totally stoked."    

Reviews

[Gionelly Kiss]

Really good! I can't say I have some good suggestions because I seriously have never edited somebodies story before--I am not a story writer; maybe do not forget to check for spelling errors (they kind of distract). Really enjoyed how you got in the character's head and your use of dialogue. Your varying sentences, from complex to short and choppy, portray the thought process nicely. Keep it up. Thanks for sharing.
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