This is what i got so far, Im in 9th grade, and maybe one of you guys could finish it?
It was a cloudy, Friday night, I could hear fans screaming, music blaring, and my hands going wild. It was the Ogdenville “Battle of the Bands.” This was the first show me and the band ever played in public, and I must say, we were doing quite well. I played guitar, and did backup singing. We had composed an original song entitled “High Tide.” We were the last band up, giving us a disadvantage. Most fans had already left, and some other bands were already celebrating.
As we came to the final notes in our songs, the stadium had twice as many people it did when we started. I was sure, we had won. Before our song had ended a group from another band stormed onto stage. They looked enraged, and the biggest guy was heading straight for me. Our drummer, Gordon, had received a hard blow to the face, I was sure he was knocked out. That didn’t give me much hope. I went over to see if he was alright, but before my first steps, a fan in the crowd yelled,
“Roger, Lookout!” I was knocked onto my back, the boo’s of the fans overpowered any other noise. Our Singer, had run off before any of this had happened, and our bassist was holding them off quite nicely. Fans Started jumping on stage, the last thing I remember was being hit in the head with a blunt object, and falling into the mosh pit.
I woke up when it was dark. I was covered in bruises and welts, and felt very light-headed. I had slept on a flat pillow and a sheet that seemed like it hadn’t been washed in ages. As I gained a sense of where I was, I noticed frost building on the bars, and that’s when I knew, I was in prison. The brutish voices of other inmates shook my head, I felt sick, when over everything I hear a guard exclaim,
“Up and At’em Maggots!”
I didn’t remember a thing about the day before, I don’t even think I wanted to.
