Frank Edwin Wright III - The Great., chapter 1
Year 1985
I was 13 years of age, yup still in school. I was standing there staring at the sign of "Battle Of The Bands". I wondered if I could get a band together and enter it, it seemed really cool.
"Christine, you're not doing that shit... Are ya?" Emily asked me.
"Maybe, maybe not." I replied.
"Okay then..." and she walked off.
My brother knew how to play the drums so as soon as I got home I asked him if he could give me some lessons.
"No."
"Come on, I'll give you $10?"
"Not even for money, I'm not teaching a little idiot like you how to play the drums." he paused, "I wonder if my instructor could teach you..."
"And when will that be?"
"Well, my lessons are meant to be tonight. So I suppose you could take my place since I'm getting better at it!"
"Should we go now?"
"I suppose so..."
We hopped into my brother's car and drove to the instructor's house. It was quite a short journey there and we arrived there. We knocked on the door to see if anybody was there. A woman opened the door.
"Hi Andy, looking for Frank?"
"Hey Mrs Wright! I'm looking for Frank..."
"FRANK! Your student has arrived"
"Coming mom..." A boy around the age of me was at the door.
"Is he your drumming teacher, seems a bit young..." I whispered to my brother.
"I thought you quit." Frank said.
"Yeh -"
"So why are you here then? Shouldn't you be playing around with your new band?"
"Frank, be kind..." His mom called to him.
"Frank, can you give my sister lessons?" Andy asked.
Frank stood up, and smiled. "Yeah sure, wanna start 'em today?"
"Yes please!" I replied quickly.
"Cya... I'll be picking you up in 1 hours time okay?"
I nodded and walked into the house.
"Ok, you need drumsticks..." He said, looking around the room "Where are they? Ah ha, found you!" and handed them to me.
"You keep them, until you get your own or until you wanna quit."
"Ok..." and held the two drumsticks.
"Now since your bro is a drummer... Have you learnt anything from him?"
"Nope. He usually locks himself in the basement and hits the cymbals hard..." I replied.
"Okay... You're a newbie to the drum then..."
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1 Hour had passed and I had alot of fun. Although we didn't learn much (since we were messing around in his room) we did enjoy it.
"Next week, we're gonna get serious... We're gonna get to the basics of drumming and see what I can do to get you better than your bro!" Frank said.
"Enjoy it?" Andy asked me.
"Yup, had alot of fun..." I replied.
Through out the journey back home, I had thoughts in my head. I thought... I like Frank... I really like him...
I was 13 years of age, yup still in school. I was standing there staring at the sign of "Battle Of The Bands". I wondered if I could get a band together and enter it, it seemed really cool.
"Christine, you're not doing that shit... Are ya?" Emily asked me.
"Maybe, maybe not." I replied.
"Okay then..." and she walked off.
My brother knew how to play the drums so as soon as I got home I asked him if he could give me some lessons.
"No."
"Come on, I'll give you $10?"
"Not even for money, I'm not teaching a little idiot like you how to play the drums." he paused, "I wonder if my instructor could teach you..."
"And when will that be?"
"Well, my lessons are meant to be tonight. So I suppose you could take my place since I'm getting better at it!"
"Should we go now?"
"I suppose so..."
We hopped into my brother's car and drove to the instructor's house. It was quite a short journey there and we arrived there. We knocked on the door to see if anybody was there. A woman opened the door.
"Hi Andy, looking for Frank?"
"Hey Mrs Wright! I'm looking for Frank..."
"FRANK! Your student has arrived"
"Coming mom..." A boy around the age of me was at the door.
"Is he your drumming teacher, seems a bit young..." I whispered to my brother.
"I thought you quit." Frank said.
"Yeh -"
"So why are you here then? Shouldn't you be playing around with your new band?"
"Frank, be kind..." His mom called to him.
"Frank, can you give my sister lessons?" Andy asked.
Frank stood up, and smiled. "Yeah sure, wanna start 'em today?"
"Yes please!" I replied quickly.
"Cya... I'll be picking you up in 1 hours time okay?"
I nodded and walked into the house.
"Ok, you need drumsticks..." He said, looking around the room "Where are they? Ah ha, found you!" and handed them to me.
"You keep them, until you get your own or until you wanna quit."
"Ok..." and held the two drumsticks.
"Now since your bro is a drummer... Have you learnt anything from him?"
"Nope. He usually locks himself in the basement and hits the cymbals hard..." I replied.
"Okay... You're a newbie to the drum then..."
********************
1 Hour had passed and I had alot of fun. Although we didn't learn much (since we were messing around in his room) we did enjoy it.
"Next week, we're gonna get serious... We're gonna get to the basics of drumming and see what I can do to get you better than your bro!" Frank said.
"Enjoy it?" Andy asked me.
"Yup, had alot of fun..." I replied.
Through out the journey back home, I had thoughts in my head. I thought... I like Frank... I really like him...
