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Post by Adrian Kayne Silva on Sept 17, 2009 18:49:48 GMT 9.5
It was a cool saturday night on one of the hottest pubs around. Live bands, cheap drinks...anything to get the crowds going. Adrian pounded at the drums in a very face-paced, rhythmic beat which his twin brother Steven played his electric guitar. It was a classic rock song, not too hardcore. It was a new song from their album, and so far the people loved it. It was an average pub, to say the least, and mostly had teenagers to middle-aged partygoers. Not that it bothered him. As long as he got paid to do it, where and who didn't matter to him.
After he pounded the drums at the last beat, he ended the song and got up from his drum stool.
"Great job, man - " He connected knuckles with his bandmates and headed towards the bar. With a nod of awknowledgment, he watched his brother meet up with his girlfriend. Feeling quite lonesome, he went to the center of the bar and sat there, as he ordered a drink of cold beer. He shook his messy hair, and looked around. It was pretty busy, and there were a few people who seemed much like him.
He wore black cargo pants, black tank top, lots of silver chains around his neck, silver rings and bangles, and not to mention his own trademark studded belt, with the fancy symbol of his band, Red Revenge, on the front. He seemed quite the punk-rocker type and was always noticed from his strange sense of style. But it did hide the fact that he was a genuinly nice guy.
Unfortunatly for him, he had no idea what was going on outside. Sure, tonight was when the supposed apocalypse was meant to happen, but decided to party with his mates rather than moping around like a stubborn child. He only wished he had someone special to share it wish. |
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