Katastrophic Breakdown

It was 4:30 p.m when practice started. Annabeth, our bassist and only girl in the band, shows up last. "Sorry I'm late guys." I give her a "what the hell?" look. " How could you be late? You live only a block away."
"Shut Up! i got caught up in something."
Scott laughed and said " You mean you got caught up in someone!" I smiled as Annabeth yelled at scott and told us all that she was still not ready for something like a specific point in a relationship that all guys seem to like the most. Annabeth finally went back to her instrument when i finally asked " Are you Guys ready?"

When I got the okay, Scott counted us off and we played, as i stood up to the mic.
"The future is bulletproof
The aftermath is secondary
It's time to do it now and do it loud
Killjoys, make some noise!"

Matt and Reese start singing:
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I Swing my Fender Telecaster Jim Root Special around to my front and start playing and move up to the mic to sing:
Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs
I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got
Take the cash and I'll keep it
Eight legs to the wall
Hit the gas, kill 'em all
And we crawl!
And we crawl!
And we crawl!
You'll be my detonator

Love, gimme love, gimme love
I don't need it, but I'll take what I want
From your heart and I'll keep it
In a bag, in a box
Put an X on the floor
Gimme more!
Gimme more!
Gimme more!
Shut up and sing it with me

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From Mall Security (NA-NA-NANANA)
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To every enemy (NA-NA-NANANA)
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We're on their property (NA-NA-NANANA)
Standing in a V formation

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Let's blow an artery (NA-NA-NANANA)
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Eat plastic surgery (NA-NA-NANANA)
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Keep your apology (NA-NA-NANANA)
Give us more detonation

More!
Gimme more!
Gimme more!

Let me tell you 'bout the sad man
Shut up and let me see your jazz hands
Remember when you were a madman
Thought you was Batman
And hit the party with a gas can
Kiss me you animal!

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You run the company (NA-NA-NANANA)
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Fuck like a Kennedy (NA-NA-NANANA)
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Burning your information

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Let's blow an artery (NA-NA-NANANA)
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Eat plastic surgery (NA-NA-NANANA)
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Keep your apology (NA-NA-NANANA)
Give us more detonation

Right here, right now
All the way in a Bttery City
The little children raised their open filthy palms
Like tiny daggers up to heaven
And all the Juvee Halls, and the ritalin rats
Ask angels made from neon and fucking garbage
Scream out! What will save us?
And the sky opened up

Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one, no one wants to die
Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try,
Wanna try, wanna try now!

I'll be your detonator!
When the solo comes up me and Reese look at each other and start playing the solo together, however when Reese messes up, he goes back to rhythm and I finish the solo by myself

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Make no apologies (NA-NA-NANANA)
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It's death or victory (NA-NA-NANANA)
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On my authority (NA-NA-NANANA)
Crash and burn, young and loaded

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Drop like a bullet shell (NA-NA-NANANA)
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I'd rather go to hell (NA-NA-NANANA)
Then be in a purgatory
Cut my hair, gag and bore me
Pull this pin, let this world explode
When the song ended i sat down on the couch in the basement, making sure not to hit my guitar on the couch. " that...was ...AWESOME" I finally realized that Jarron was standing on the stairs watching us. " You Guys have a lot of talent, its hard to believe you dont try to get gigs and other stuff."
"Jarron..your the one in a band thats well known around the States, how can you say we have a lot of talent? we suck" i asked him. He gave me this weird look like i had no idea what i was talking about.

"You, D don't suck, you have the talent of fucking Ray Toro and Jim Root put together"
"Thanks but i'm nowhere near good enough to perform live"
I knew this was a lie cuz of my rockstar genes but i still couldnt perform and follow in my dads footsteps. " I messed up on the solo." i said with my head down
Scott and Jarron groaned and told me that if i ever said that again they'd shove my guitar down my throat..i just held my guitar closer to me.
" Drew, if you sucked then i epically sucked, i'm the one who messed up the solo. Not you, not the rockstar of this group."
"Thanks Reese but I still dont think i'm the best player on this band"
I picked up my guitar and walked up the stairs " I'll see you guys tommarow in school." i yelled down to them and walked out the front door and started walking home.