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almost panic attacks I have before I step on stage every night again.
Alex was that guy. He loved being behind the scene. Right after graduation he applied to school to become a recording engineer, and he has spent the last four years building one of the busiest recording studios in Nashville. He’s worked with some of the best bands and singers out there. I was content helping out around the studio, learning how everything worked and taking care of Izzy while Alex was working. It wasn’t until he was working on the sound system for a local talent contest set up by a local radio station that I became involved. One of the bands was a no show, and they had a spot to fill.
Alex begged me to help him out. He had been recording me singing in the studio for a few months so he knew I had it in me. Just stupid stuff, songs we wrote for Izzy, things for her to keep forever. Things that Alex and I never had from the people we loved. Caving, because I would always do anything for him, I called AJ and made him come too. He had been playing drums for years and jumped at the chance to play for this crowd.
When he showed up, he grabbed me and swung me around. He knew I would be petrified, so he tried his hardest to be excited enough for the both of us. He had been smart enough to stop by my house and grab my guitar. An hour and a half later, after watching some amazing talent, we were grabbed out of our seats. This wasn’t a country show. It was a talent contest for up and coming rock bands, and I didn’t know if I had that in me. But I damn sure wasn’t going to let Alex or AJ down...
We didn’t have a name, hell, we weren’t even a band until two hours ago, so they made us come up with something on the spot. The first thing that popped into our heads was what we wrote down on the list for the announcer to call us by for the night. Who knew that what we wrote down would stick so well for a band?
“Please welcome to the stage... Thirty Ought Six!!!!” And as they say, the rest is history.
Jameson
God, I think I’m going insane. It hasn’t even been a full twenty four hours since I’ve seen her, and I’m having withdrawals. It’s fucking sad. I spent all of last night hanging out on the bus. Just sitting there on the couch drinking and waiting for her to come back to the bus. But she never did. I called and texted her all night. The texts were left unanswered, and the calls went straight to voicemail. I didn’t even know if she was safe, and I think that’s what was killing me the most.
I never wanted to hurt her in the first place. If I knew I was auditioning for her band, I would have turned around and left before I even got there… I should have walked away the second our eyes met on the bus that first night. However, the second she opened her mouth to talk to me, I was done for. There was no walking away from her this time.
She was like water after a drought or like a fix to a junkie. I had craved for her the entire time we were apart and just as the feelings had turned to embers, and I was starting to get better... Boom... Fires roaring again. All from one small dose of Abby Irons.
I fell asleep around four with a beer in my hand. Jason and AJ rolled in about an hour before and had instantly crashed after finding out Abby was still gone and trying her phone once. They were both drunk, and although I knew they were worried, they knew she would be ok with Paul.
My phone rattled across the table, Hinders All American Nightmare screaming at me in my hungover state. I reached out and grabbed it as fast as I could as my head scolded me for not turning the volume down.
“Evan... What the fuck it’s like...”
“Almost noon dude fuck off. What the hell is going on, on that damn bus you’re calling home?”
“Too much to even comprehend in my state of mind, why?”
“Go google your name or the band’s name right now.” I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
“Ev... I’m seriously not in the mood.”
“Well I
Alex was that guy. He loved being behind the scene. Right after graduation he applied to school to become a recording engineer, and he has spent the last four years building one of the busiest recording studios in Nashville. He’s worked with some of the best bands and singers out there. I was content helping out around the studio, learning how everything worked and taking care of Izzy while Alex was working. It wasn’t until he was working on the sound system for a local talent contest set up by a local radio station that I became involved. One of the bands was a no show, and they had a spot to fill.
Alex begged me to help him out. He had been recording me singing in the studio for a few months so he knew I had it in me. Just stupid stuff, songs we wrote for Izzy, things for her to keep forever. Things that Alex and I never had from the people we loved. Caving, because I would always do anything for him, I called AJ and made him come too. He had been playing drums for years and jumped at the chance to play for this crowd.
When he showed up, he grabbed me and swung me around. He knew I would be petrified, so he tried his hardest to be excited enough for the both of us. He had been smart enough to stop by my house and grab my guitar. An hour and a half later, after watching some amazing talent, we were grabbed out of our seats. This wasn’t a country show. It was a talent contest for up and coming rock bands, and I didn’t know if I had that in me. But I damn sure wasn’t going to let Alex or AJ down...
We didn’t have a name, hell, we weren’t even a band until two hours ago, so they made us come up with something on the spot. The first thing that popped into our heads was what we wrote down on the list for the announcer to call us by for the night. Who knew that what we wrote down would stick so well for a band?
“Please welcome to the stage... Thirty Ought Six!!!!” And as they say, the rest is history.
Jameson
God, I think I’m going insane. It hasn’t even been a full twenty four hours since I’ve seen her, and I’m having withdrawals. It’s fucking sad. I spent all of last night hanging out on the bus. Just sitting there on the couch drinking and waiting for her to come back to the bus. But she never did. I called and texted her all night. The texts were left unanswered, and the calls went straight to voicemail. I didn’t even know if she was safe, and I think that’s what was killing me the most.
I never wanted to hurt her in the first place. If I knew I was auditioning for her band, I would have turned around and left before I even got there… I should have walked away the second our eyes met on the bus that first night. However, the second she opened her mouth to talk to me, I was done for. There was no walking away from her this time.
She was like water after a drought or like a fix to a junkie. I had craved for her the entire time we were apart and just as the feelings had turned to embers, and I was starting to get better... Boom... Fires roaring again. All from one small dose of Abby Irons.
I fell asleep around four with a beer in my hand. Jason and AJ rolled in about an hour before and had instantly crashed after finding out Abby was still gone and trying her phone once. They were both drunk, and although I knew they were worried, they knew she would be ok with Paul.
My phone rattled across the table, Hinders All American Nightmare screaming at me in my hungover state. I reached out and grabbed it as fast as I could as my head scolded me for not turning the volume down.
“Evan... What the fuck it’s like...”
“Almost noon dude fuck off. What the hell is going on, on that damn bus you’re calling home?”
“Too much to even comprehend in my state of mind, why?”
“Go google your name or the band’s name right now.” I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
“Ev... I’m seriously not in the mood.”
“Well I
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