Today is another day for me and the two guys whom I have lived with for about 17 years. Class doesn't start for the next 20 minutes, so I had to time to wander around in hopes of finding the girl with the drums. With not much luck, I headed into the principal's office and asked him if I could have a quick look at one of the school records. I asked him for the goth girl's record. He gave it to me and found out about her social behavior, grades, age and...Oh. Sorry. I was suppose to look for her class. It says in the record that her class is Poetry. I thanked the principal for the record and asked him again. This time, the location of the poetry class. He told me it was three lockers to the right.

After three lockers to the right, I found the door to the class. I peeped through the blinds and speak of the devil, she was there. She was way at the back of the class. I was not sure if she was writing something or just sketching something. She was not that social at all. I could not barge in there, nor should I knock, as a session was happening right now. I left the place and headed to my class. During class, I am thinking of the right words to say to this girl or I will mess everything up. After all, she looked aggressive.

Lunch time approached and I will find the girl again. After wandering around the cafeteria, I saw her. I walked up and talked to her about something I am planning to do. Here was the conversation:

Farndee : Hello, my name is Farndee. What's yours?

Mystery Girl : What's up? I'm Lillian.

Farndee : I was wondering about this ever since I saw you...

Lillian : If you're asking me out, I'm not interested.

Farndee : No. That's not it. Would you join me in something?

Lillian : Not again..

Farndee : What is it?

Lillian : Are you asking me to join a cult?

Farndee : No! It's nothing like that, either. Listen.

Lillian : Alright, what?

Farndee : Do you...want to...join me...in a band?

Lillian gave an unsure look. As if something like this was asked before.

Lillian : ...first...why?

Farndee : Well, there's this music competition coming up and I am thinking about us ruling the world with our amazing rock sound.

Lillian : Who is us? Will it just be the two of us?

Farndee : Nope. I will invite my brothers to be in it, too.

Lillian : Okay. Fine. I will join this band. When are we starting?

Farndee : Tomorrow. Or after lunch. It's your choice of rehearsal time.

Lillian : We'll do it...after lunch.

Farndee : Okay, great. See you.

Lillian : Bye. *whatever*. Wait!

Farndee : Yes?

Lillian : What should I be in the band?

Farndee : You should be the drummer.

Lillian : Why should I?

Farndee : Because you look great as a drummer.

Lillian : What a minute. Did you watch me play the drums yesterday?

Farndee : Yes...

After that, Lillian walked away. I was not sure if she was embarrassed or angry with me. All I knew was she agreed to join the band as the drummer. Lunch was over and I was heading back to my class. I met up with my brothers and I told them the Mystery Girl, named Lillian, was in. We were all set to join the competition and to form this band. 12 minutes later, I excused my brothers from their classes and told the teachers we were practicing for the competition.

We were now in the music class and had our instruments ready. We were playing like a real punk band. Me with the vocals, my brothers at the guitars and Lillian at the drums. The fingers and the wrists were doing so much job. I sang at the top of my lungs to get my voice right. It was finally at its limits of pitch. However, something was missing. While we were all great with the instruments, speed and rock vibes, we did not have rhythm. So I played another guitar for rhythm. Unfortunately, focusing on the rhythm guitar distracted me from singing.

At this point, we needed another member. One who can keep everything in beat and rhythm. I told my brothers and Lillian to resume rehearsal while I go around and find another member. Most of the students have already entered the competition as other bands and solo artists, while others were just not that talented or interested. In the end, they refuse to help us with our band.

With so many students declining my offer, I asked that one girl I encountered at the lockers days earlier. I did not know where her class was, so I went back to the principal office for some help. He lent me the record of the girl I described. I found out her name was Aiko and she was in Physics. I walked through the hallways, finding the Physics class. 2 minutes later, I found it. There was a very serious session happening right now. I did not want to reschedule my meeting with her, as that would be a waste of time at rehearsal. I had to get into the class, I talked to her and asked her about joining a band.

Farndee : (to Aiko) Do you want to join me in a band?

She was scared at first, as this was suddenly asked by a person whom she saw at the lockers next to her.

Farndee : Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you like this or ask a question out of the blue.

She was still not responding, because I was a stranger to her.

Farndee : Listen. If you do not want to talk about this right now, we can do it later.

As I begin to walk away, she called back to me and said:

Aiko : What's in it for me?

I told her we could make money off of this, we could win this competition, and she doesn't have to take any type of boring jobs. She was not interested in joining us or anything, because according to her record, talent was her least favorite thing.

Aiko : Look, I am not looking for talent or success. I just need to focus on my studies and let my life just slowly fade away.

She was getting very deep and lost into explaining her reason not to join. However, she did go back to the thought of joining a group.

She was deciding again and again, again and again. As well as asking herself about her future and career.

Aiko : What could happen to me? What should I do in the future? What would my parents think of me?

Along the way to the music class and then entering, she was still asking to herself about her future plans. My brothers and Lillian saw us entering.

I eventually stopped her from deciding and asking by giving her a guitar which is known as "rhythm guitar". She held it, put the strap around her, found the strings to hold down and was off with the guitar. She looked so into the guitar, just shredding away onto it. This led me to think she did something outside her studies on physics and what-not.

We have rehearsed and practiced for about 30 minutes. Everyone was so into playing their individual instruments. I had fun, too. Warming up my vocals by singing high-noted songs. The competition, however, was 2 months away. We rehearsed for 10 more minutes and then headed back to our classes.

During my time looking for the Physics class, Aswad, Aiman and Lillian were discussing about their future plans and the band. Aswad was talking about moving out of his parents' house when he makes a lot of money, Aiman would continue living in the house, but also thinks about moving out. Lillian would just make money and use it to buy more t-shirts, chains, skulls, and other hardcore stuff she could find at a good price.

For the next 2 weeks, we've been leaving our classes to practice on our instruments and the band.

We were so hyped and exaggerated, we were no longer competitive. But that does not mean we were not entering the competition, we just loved doing what we did. We felt like an army of soldiers, equipped with our weapons to rule every country. For the next month, while we were rehearsing almost non-stop, we started having sudden emotions we could not explain. They were not emotions of sad, happy, angry, scared. Nothing like that. These emotions occurred when we were in the middle of rehearsing. And I have realized we were developing these emotions when we started to form a band. We didn't know about this until now when everyone was randomly shouting, crying, laughing, etc. We might not be geniuses (except for Aiko), but we were clueless on how these sudden emotions work.

It seems as though we did not want to stop these emotions, because they could work on our upcoming band career and the competition. It was almost time for the competition and we rehearsed one more time before the day was over. We all headed home with a lot of tired faces and injured hands. We were all in our beds, hoping for this dream and career. We bid farewell to the day and closed our eyes to enter slumber land.

The End. Part 3 coming soon.