A Time in My Life
Here is a true story of me during my high school days. One day I was seating on my desk when I overheard a group of my classmates mumbling about building a band and that they were looking a somebody to complete the group. I said to my self really! a band? Mind you I was 15 and we were basically in the same age group. And I never really imagine any of them had played any instruments and actually being good enough or crazy enough to start one. Talk about confidence level must be way up there with these guys. Of course this was in the early 90’s where rock bands where all the rage. As my curiosity was indeed spark I face them just to listen to what the heck they were talking about. to my surprise one of them who happens to be a neighbor ask if I have a keyboard at home. Truthfully I said “Yes” and added “It belongs to my brother” for some reason he thought I played the keyboard and actually good at it. On the contrary I told the him that my skill level is way below mediocre, But some reason none of them believe me, I was in the schools drum and bugle Corp which is totally different. But, that’s probably why they didn’t believe me, other than the musically incline part. Anyway, he told me to be at his house on this date and time for sorting out.
