Truth Doesn't Make A Noise
Hip (Eponymous) Poor Boy
Jack was so sick and tired of this. Touring nonstop, he was wondering if this
all could just end already. This has to be the worst summer he has ever experienced in his life.
Most people think he's lying or either they call him crazy, but he doesn't understand. Jack has
been through the drunken nights, the highs and the lows. Believe me, he's had a rough life.
Growing up in the slums of Detroit, Michigan wasn't easy for him. He was offered an opportunity
to become a minister, but he declined. He was searching for something better in life. Music,
music, that's the answer. He always wanted to become a drummer. He looked after John
Bonham, Nick Mason, and Scott Asheton. There was a store in dowtown Detroit, in a rural area
called Mexicantown, Jack's mind was changed forever when he first glanced at the building.
He thought to himself that he could make this place something unique,
something out there. Noticeable, he had to, for the sake of his life. There it was a shabby little
building, the sign outside of it read “For sale. Please call 313- 979- 4423.” Jack had a good
feeling about this place, he could give it a little touch-up, put up a unique color scheme,
whatever would fit it.
Then, the idea came to him.
Third Man Upholstery
Your furniture's not dead..
Perfect, just the thing he needed. A nice little shop that sells furniture. Most
people shot him down saying it was a dumb idea, but Jack didn't care because he knew he could
make something out of this neighborhood. For once and for all, he was doing something. Then,
one day after he closed the shop due to poor business, he went down to the bar. He couldn't
believe his eyes. He saw a woman, not short but not too tall with pig tails and slightly uneven
bangs. She was quiet yet generous, Jack could tell from her smile.
“You're John Gillis, right?” She raised an eyebrow, cleaning out the glasses.
“Yes, but I prefer Jack.” He tapped his fingers lightly on the wooden border of the counter.
“How interesting. So what you want, young man?” She crossed her arms and glared
at me with this certain gaze. I couldn't quite describe it. It was just interesting. She had a slight spark about her.
Many days passed by, Jack hadn't seen Meg in a while and he remember when
they exchanged numbers a while back. He was becoming suspicious, thinking about how she
might feel if he called her, but he called anyway.
“Jack?” After three rings, a quiet yet gentle voice answered.
“Um yeah. I know I haven't called you in a while but I just wanted to ask you
something...” Jack ran his fingers through his hair in a state of nervousness and fright.
“I've noticed.” He could sense the hint of sarcasm in her voice. He just sighed
and proceeded to ask her the question.
The question was:
We should start a band...
Meg knew one thing for sure. Jack was different from most guys. She went over to
his house the following day seeing that he had a drumset in his living room with a guitar sitting
next to it.
“You're serious about this, aren't you?” Meg picked up the drumsticks and sat in the
little chair which had her name on it.
“Of course, I am.”
Later on they ended up married, they had many beautiful nights together, then they
separated. Jack knew one thing though, even though they divorced, they still had a certain
connection between them. Like brother and sister Jack said, like brother and sister. Indeed, they
were in the media's eye. The band started out from small little bars, to little theatres, clubs, to
large ampitheatres. It was December of 2001, Jack was hungry. Hungry for something more,
more exciting. He wanted his music have to have a different edge to it. He wanted slow melodies
and love songs. And by the Lord Almighty, that's what he got. In the end, he learned music is
where the heart is.
all could just end already. This has to be the worst summer he has ever experienced in his life.
Most people think he's lying or either they call him crazy, but he doesn't understand. Jack has
been through the drunken nights, the highs and the lows. Believe me, he's had a rough life.
Growing up in the slums of Detroit, Michigan wasn't easy for him. He was offered an opportunity
to become a minister, but he declined. He was searching for something better in life. Music,
music, that's the answer. He always wanted to become a drummer. He looked after John
Bonham, Nick Mason, and Scott Asheton. There was a store in dowtown Detroit, in a rural area
called Mexicantown, Jack's mind was changed forever when he first glanced at the building.
He thought to himself that he could make this place something unique,
something out there. Noticeable, he had to, for the sake of his life. There it was a shabby little
building, the sign outside of it read “For sale. Please call 313- 979- 4423.” Jack had a good
feeling about this place, he could give it a little touch-up, put up a unique color scheme,
whatever would fit it.
Then, the idea came to him.
Third Man Upholstery
Your furniture's not dead..
Perfect, just the thing he needed. A nice little shop that sells furniture. Most
people shot him down saying it was a dumb idea, but Jack didn't care because he knew he could
make something out of this neighborhood. For once and for all, he was doing something. Then,
one day after he closed the shop due to poor business, he went down to the bar. He couldn't
believe his eyes. He saw a woman, not short but not too tall with pig tails and slightly uneven
bangs. She was quiet yet generous, Jack could tell from her smile.
“You're John Gillis, right?” She raised an eyebrow, cleaning out the glasses.
“Yes, but I prefer Jack.” He tapped his fingers lightly on the wooden border of the counter.
“How interesting. So what you want, young man?” She crossed her arms and glared
at me with this certain gaze. I couldn't quite describe it. It was just interesting. She had a slight spark about her.
Many days passed by, Jack hadn't seen Meg in a while and he remember when
they exchanged numbers a while back. He was becoming suspicious, thinking about how she
might feel if he called her, but he called anyway.
“Jack?” After three rings, a quiet yet gentle voice answered.
“Um yeah. I know I haven't called you in a while but I just wanted to ask you
something...” Jack ran his fingers through his hair in a state of nervousness and fright.
“I've noticed.” He could sense the hint of sarcasm in her voice. He just sighed
and proceeded to ask her the question.
The question was:
We should start a band...
Meg knew one thing for sure. Jack was different from most guys. She went over to
his house the following day seeing that he had a drumset in his living room with a guitar sitting
next to it.
“You're serious about this, aren't you?” Meg picked up the drumsticks and sat in the
little chair which had her name on it.
“Of course, I am.”
Later on they ended up married, they had many beautiful nights together, then they
separated. Jack knew one thing though, even though they divorced, they still had a certain
connection between them. Like brother and sister Jack said, like brother and sister. Indeed, they
were in the media's eye. The band started out from small little bars, to little theatres, clubs, to
large ampitheatres. It was December of 2001, Jack was hungry. Hungry for something more,
more exciting. He wanted his music have to have a different edge to it. He wanted slow melodies
and love songs. And by the Lord Almighty, that's what he got. In the end, he learned music is
where the heart is.
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One and only chapter.