Let Battle Commence
Story by Dora'-
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I had already bought my ticket one week in advance. Then again, Bradshaw had sent me two e-mails about it, and followed me to the foyer, just to make sure I bought one. But then again, I would’ve done it all anyway. I wouldn’t have missed this night for the world.
Our school in the south of England is known for being let’s say, “arty”. We’ve got all facilities any actor, dancer, artist and musician would kill for. Well, that’s my opinion on it.
Our “Digital Arts” centre in particular, encouraged bands of all ages to practice at any free periods they got. That’s when they started noticing posters being stuck up on any piece of blank wall with the words “Battle of the Bands” written across the top.
This undoubtedly caught the eye of my very enthusiastic and not to mention competitive schoolmates, who had clubbed together last year to form a band. It didn’t take them long to sign their names and soon flyers and notices were being posted all around the school.
Drummer of this band, Tom Bradshaw and me had always been close friends, and so he seemed to make sure I was the first to know about when this show was taking place.
“You’ve gotta ask all your buds to come,” he said across the courtyard. “We want as much support as possible.”
Sure enough, I kept my word and asked as many people as possible to come and support the band. Bradshaw followed me to the Digital Arts Centre twice, to make sure I got as many tickets as possible. Then, as the night approached, it was Bradshaw’s turn to teach me every chant he wanted me to start, showed me all the badges they’d made with their band name on (“The Pretense”).
Then, the Friday before half term at 6.30pm, I met all the friends I was taking with me and we began the walk to school ready for Wildern School’s first Battle of the Bands night, my stomach buzzing with excitement.
I had already bought my ticket one week in advance. Then again, Bradshaw had sent me two e-mails about it, and followed me to the foyer, just to make sure I bought one. But then again, I would’ve done it all anyway. I wouldn’t have missed this night for the world.
Our school in the south of England is known for being let’s say, “arty”. We’ve got all facilities any actor, dancer, artist and musician would kill for. Well, that’s my opinion on it.
Our “Digital Arts” centre in particular, encouraged bands of all ages to practice at any free periods they got. That’s when they started noticing posters being stuck up on any piece of blank wall with the words “Battle of the Bands” written across the top.
This undoubtedly caught the eye of my very enthusiastic and not to mention competitive schoolmates, who had clubbed together last year to form a band. It didn’t take them long to sign their names and soon flyers and notices were being posted all around the school.
Drummer of this band, Tom Bradshaw and me had always been close friends, and so he seemed to make sure I was the first to know about when this show was taking place.
“You’ve gotta ask all your buds to come,” he said across the courtyard. “We want as much support as possible.”
Sure enough, I kept my word and asked as many people as possible to come and support the band. Bradshaw followed me to the Digital Arts Centre twice, to make sure I got as many tickets as possible. Then, as the night approached, it was Bradshaw’s turn to teach me every chant he wanted me to start, showed me all the badges they’d made with their band name on (“The Pretense”).
Then, the Friday before half term at 6.30pm, I met all the friends I was taking with me and we began the walk to school ready for Wildern School’s first Battle of the Bands night, my stomach buzzing with excitement.
- Battle of the Bands, Friday May 23.
An amazing night, with amazing people, who play amazing music.