Tuesday, September 3, 2019
Free Narrative Essays - The Battle of the Bands :: Personal Narrative Essays
      The Battle of the Bands           The best and worst two days of my life took place at Bogarts with     my band Radioactive Weasel last month.  We had practiced daily for  near     three years, and our group decided to pull together again and enter "The     Battle of the Bands."  This was the first time we sparingly paid  fifty     dollars to perform anywhere. All the other competitions we had entered  were     mail in tapes and then wait for a response. We got out of bed at five in     the morning, then raced to our drummer's house. Loaded on uppers,  practiced     four and a half hours to perfect our original songs, we were to play that     night.                 Pumped and ready to get started we packed the  van with our drums     and guitars then started our journey to Clifton for our show.  As usual,  we     got there way to early, so we did what any fun seeking  under aged     musicians would do.  We searched the allies and found a half passed  out     drunk and took him to the local bar, then got a few beers each before   the     show.  We then returned to draw numbers for the order of the bands.                   I eagerly pushed my way to the  front of all the other bands, being     the obnoxious prick I am, and drew the first card.  Unfortunately I  drew     the second band on stage out of nine.  The best position to be in is  about     fourth or fifth band because that is when the crowd starts getting into  the     music.  Pissed off I haphazardly wandered back to my group to inform  them     of my greatest mistake.                   We loaded the equipment into the  worlds slowest elevator, and     stumbled our way to the backstage lounge.  After I had read graffiti     covered walls until my heart was content I noticed much writing by some  of     my favorite groups like Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Mansion, Korn, and The     Dead Milkmen.  Inspired by them I also signed the wall with some  chosen     words.  The time had rolled around for the first band to hit the  stage.     Excited, we rushed our way into the mosh pit, (in my mind the only place  to     be). Screams turned into whispers as Pieces entered the stage in a  cowardly     					    
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