Sunday, November 22, 2009
A bottle bashes against his head as he falls to the floor. The bright spotlight above him starts to spin as if there were a million spot lights emphasizing the disaster that has just fell upon this young man. “Should I get up or just lay here till they all leave?” Aside from the gash on his head he seems to be in proper order. The young man gets up, wipes his long brown hair from his face and looks out into a still fuzzy crowd. They are silent, waiting, not knowing how to react. As he gazes out into a lifeless crowd and into what could potentially be the worst show of his life, he remembers a simpler time, a time where all he had to worry about was Robbie Thomas giving him a swirly in the high school bathroom. Rock and Roll was always seen as a way out for Jordan. School never panned out and he quickly failed out of college. Being the lenient father he was, Jordan’s dad let him work in the family pharmacy when he arrived back home in Milwaukee. Jordan had almost made it in the rock and roll lifestyle before. Jordan and his group, Starscream, had actually had a demo deal with a record label. They hit a hitch when their drummer, Keith had jumped back onto the wagon and started drinking again. Soon all the initial money that was given in the deal was spent and the band had gotten nothing done when the deadline for at least four songs had passed. Seeing no profit to be had with Starscream, the label immediately dropped them. Jordan went to college at the behest of his mother who had always wanted her son to graduate college. Jordan never found direction or a purpose in his college education and soon stopped attending classes. He failed out after his freshman year. After nearly a year in his father’s shop he was contacted by his bassist, Blake, and the urge to give this whole fame thing another shot struck back into Jordan’s brain. Enlisting the aid of a new drummer, the straightedge Michael (they didn’t want to take any chances) they contacted the company that had fired them in the first place. The company called Jordan back after many left messages. His wish had come true and they had asked to meet with him, but only with him. He didn’t tell his bandmates and secretly met with the suits in the building. They were blunt, painfully blunt. “We see no future in Starscream” suit #1 said. “Your band cant play, they are a liability since they have had drinking problems in the past, and to put it bluntly they are ugly.”
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