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Chapter title cred: I'd Rather Die Than Be Famous by Pierce the Veil

It was 2007 and we had just lost our bassist and guitarist a year earlier. My brother, Mike, and I had started working on our next album, however. We had to do something, after all. I had met a really cool guy who worked in a guitar shop in my neighborhood. I gave him my number and told him that we're looking for a bass player and guitar player for a band we were re-constructing. He said that he'd get back to me, but no promises.

That was a week ago. Mike and I were sitting in our living room writing a song. "Were you honest when you said 'I could never leave your bed?' Wake me up and let me know you're alive!" I sang as I strummed along on my guitar. Just as Mike was sounding out beats and I had opened my mouth to pour out the next line from my waterfall of an imagination, my phone rang. I looked down at it and at the number. '619- 872...' The area code was local so I decided to answer it. "Hello?" I asked.

"Um, hey. This is Vic, right?" asked the voice on the other side.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Right... Well, this is Tony. The guy you met last week? I really hope I'm not too late to take you up on that offer..." I could sense his nervous smile through his voice.

"No, of course not! We haven't even been out long enough to recruit anyone so... Ya'know." I told him. "If you wanna meet up, you can come over to my place and we could talk a bit and go over some stuff."

"Sounds good, gimme your address and I'll be there in a few."

I gave him my address, bade him goodbye, and hung up. I looked around the terribly cluttered room and stood up, setting my guitar gently on the couch.

"Who was that?" Mike asked.

"Tony," I replied. He's gonna be here in a few, so let's kinda try to clean up a little. This is embarrassing..."

Mike sighed and stood up and we got into the tedious task of picking up our dirty clothes and the remainders of food I never even remembered eating.

We had just thrown the last box of random left-overs into the bin when the doorbell rang. Mike went to answer it as I stayed back in the kitchen and poured us all some tea.

I took the three cups into the living room and set them on the coffee table as Mike was entering the room with Tony trailing him.

I sat on the couch with my brother as Tony took a chair across from us.

Then, we got down to business.