Task 3

Task 3

Confessions of a Guitarist
There my band and I was on stage, all of our fans cheering and screaming “Take No Prisoners, Take No Prisoners” which was the name of our band. The feeling up on the stage with all eyes on us is just very exciting and exhilarating. I’m not sure but there were sometimes some surreal feeling too. This was the best time of our life. I have gotten what I had always dreamt of. We had sold over two million copies of our entire album altogether.
But that was not to be.
Take No Prisoners were a struggling band trying to very hard to make it.. There were only four of us and I was the lead guitarist, Matt was the rhythm guitarist, Jay was the bassist and Moose on drumbs. I was the one who was trying to make the band big. I was like the bands front man. I was also the person who finds gig for the band and at the same time trying to impress so that the band could get a label. All of us were nineteen years old, with no job trying to find label. We left school at fifteen years old thinking that our music could help us to fame and fortune. Now four years later and still nothing.
Every night I thought to myself how am I going to make the band more popular that someone wants to offer us a label. But it has never entered my mind what if this could never happen. My mom and dad were disappointed when I decided to drop out but now they just give full support in what ever I do. My dad was the person who told me to find gigs at some club or something so that the band could get notice. We covered songs from Bullet For My Valentine and Avenged Sevenfold. We played in a few clubs trying to get notice.
I had made a few originals songs for the band. That one time we decide to play one of our original song at this club. As soon as the song ends, Jay the bassist, ask the crowd weather they enjoy our original song and the reply was surprising. All of them likes the song that I had written.
Still after a few more gigs still no label or contract. So the band is still finding new venues and I had just finished a new song. Sometimes I feel weather I had made the wrong choice of dropping out of school. Education is very important.
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