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“I’m here.” “I’m so sorry it took so long.” Chris said. “My mom made me stay and clean my room.” What a bitch he thought. I bet no other kid has to do that. There parents do it for them. “It’s okay baby. I’ve been late before too” Jenny said with a smiling face.

“Yeah, but if she wasn’t such an ass about things I could have gotten here sooner.” Chris said with a face red of anger. “True, but if she was a real bitch she wouldn’t even let you come. I have to talk my parents in to it every time.” Jenny said. Still smiling. How I love that smile Chris thought. If amazing had a picture, it would be her.

“Chris you stupid fucker what the hell took you so long?” Sabrina yelled so loud that everyone looked. “Sorry.” “My mom made me stay and clean my room.” Chris said. Tired of explaining it only after the second time. “Well if you didn’t sleep until 4 in the fucking day you would have time to clean it earlier.” Sabrina said trying to get her point across. “You really don’t have to yell. We’re all right here and can hear you fine.” Said Cody. Trying to look like the self proclaimed bad ass he was.

“Fuck off. No one asked you to get in this.” Sabrina said. In her pissed voice. “If we don’t hurry we’re going to lose the gig.” Chris said. Calm and composed. They were all in a band. At least Cody, Sabrina and Chris were. Jenny and Chris had been going steady for 5 months now and the end wasn’t near.

Chris and Cody had been best friends since dippers. Chris and Sabrina had been friends for 3 years now. Off and on. People assumed they were dating by the way they got in there little fights and stopped talking. Sabrina has been head over heels for Cody since forever. It’s a wonder he didn’t notice.

“Look at my new toy.” Cody said taking out his new guitar. A Wine red 1980 Gibson LesPaul 6 sting electric. He just got it. He had to save up for almost a year. Birth day and Christmas money.

Cody. had played guitar all his life. It seemed like the only thing he could do better than his brother. He was proud of it to. He was good. He could probably be in a major band if he wanted. He hated the fact that he would have to leave home some day. He also sang. Some said he had a voice of an angel. Others say that he couldn’t sing worth shit. I guess it’s just matter of opinion.

Chris played bass for almost 3 years now. He picked up his dad’s passion. His dad was the bass player for Confined to a box. A hippy band that didn’t go any where. The lead singer and drummer were sent to prison on drug charges. They got out two weeks later for spilling on the cops who picked them up. Shows you how the 60’s were.

Sabrina was the drummer. She found out she was good when she decided to hit something with a wooden spoon. She has the biggest temper of the group. She sees a psychologist weekly. She was really cool unless you got on her bad side. In 5th grade she put Joey Armstrong in the hospital with a broken arm.

“Is everyone ready?” The owner asked. This was there first gig.

They were playing at the local skate park. Nothing major but a lot of teens hung out there. It was a good place to get known.

“Yeah, were ready.” Chris said. “Okay. Please get up on stage then.” “Your 7 minutes and 23 seconds late.” The owner said.

“Everyone this is a new and up coming band.” The owner said. “Please welcome Confined to a box”. The crowd got silent.

That wasn’t suppose to happen. “Everyone ready?” Sabrina said softly. Trying to hide her nerves. Even Cody seemed to be a little shaky. “Yeah were ready.” Cody said. As cool as ever it seemed. With four drum clicks they started.

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