Our Time Has Come
Green Barons
This story is based on the one shot by thatscalledyes "I gave it all"
she knows i am doing this. She was the first one to read it. I hope you like it
I was driving to the mall after school, the song "It's My Life" from Bon Jovi blasting from my speakers. Just as the last note ends, my phone starts blasting Sweet Child O’Mine.
"What the hell does he want now?!" I answered the phone.
Me: What do you want?
Zach: Hey Gab!
Me: Hey! Now, what's going on?
Zach: Well, my mom asked me if we wanted to perform a couple of songs at the fundraiser for the hospital.
Me: Sure! Oh my god! It's our first show outside of school. Well, other for the ones in French for my dad! I’ll call David and Michael. You call Jacob. I still don't have his number...
Zach: Okay. See ya tonight at your place?
Me: Positive captain! See ya!
I hung up. I was so excited! We would be able to perform a couple of originals for the first time ever in front of a crowd.
First, let me introduce myself. Gabrielle McDonald, or just Gab. The guy I just spoke to on the phone is Zach. Violinist and my best friend’s boyfriend. David is our drummer, and Michael plays bass or guitar. It depends on the song. Jacob is the lead guitarist. Our band is called The Green Barons, because our school’s mascot is a baron and our colors are green and gold.
I arrived at the mall and a poster immediately caught my attention:
A band trying to break through?
Do you want to make it on a professional stage? Want to play with some great music icons? Well, this is for you! Send us a video of you performing an original song and at least one cover. The entries will be judged by many professionals! Break a leg everybody!
That was it. That was our chance to make it into the business. I took my phone out and copied the address to send the video to. Then, I took a picture of the poster and sent it to the guys, asking Zach to once again send it to Jacob. I got some food, bought a couple of things for my stage makeup and a new outfit for the videos. I think I'm going to ask Hayley, Zach’s girlfriend, to help me make the best videos. She's such an artist; she could make a nice set. And maybe help with filming.
I really wanted to make this video professional. I texted Hayley and told her to meet me at my house around seven. To help her make up her mind on whether to come or not, I also told her it was for band practice. Zach would be there. She agreed, and I ran back to my car. I still couldn't believe the opportunity that I was getting.
I come from a very musical family. My mom and sister play the flute, my dad taught all of us-me and my two siblings-how to play the drums. I play the piano, the guitar, and some bass. My parents knew my dream had always been to make it into the music industry, and tehy would support me, no matter what.
I put the key in the ignition and turned it. I heard a familiar guitar riff from the radio, and soon, I was singing along to In The End.
In the end,
As my soul lays to rest
What is left to my body,
Or am I just a shell...
I sang familiar songs until I got home. Nobody was there yet, so I ran for our music room. My dad’s drum set was in a good condition, even after twenty years. My key board was right under the mic and all the amps were working. The bass and the guitars were well tuned, all that was missing was Zach’s violin, and the other members. Thank god this room was sound proof.
We spend most of our nights here since the band was formed. It started when Michael came back from living in England for a year. A party was held and people asked Zach to play something. He took out his violin and asked me to join him. David sat behind the drum set on the stage at the venue, in case he knew the song and could play. The familiar riffs of Sweet Child O’ Mine were played. I sat behind the grand piano and played as I sang the song we had performed a thousand times at lunch in the music room.
Michael’s mother congratulated us on a great song and suggested we form a band. We instantly loved the idea, and I asked Michael to join us as a bassist. The next day, I barely had time to set foot inside school before Jacob came to me and told me Zach had asked him to play the guitar. A group of childhood friends, united by a passion, by a dream.
That's how I got here. And I couldn't be happier. My dream, our dream, could be coming true.
she knows i am doing this. She was the first one to read it. I hope you like it
I was driving to the mall after school, the song "It's My Life" from Bon Jovi blasting from my speakers. Just as the last note ends, my phone starts blasting Sweet Child O’Mine.
"What the hell does he want now?!" I answered the phone.
Me: What do you want?
Zach: Hey Gab!
Me: Hey! Now, what's going on?
Zach: Well, my mom asked me if we wanted to perform a couple of songs at the fundraiser for the hospital.
Me: Sure! Oh my god! It's our first show outside of school. Well, other for the ones in French for my dad! I’ll call David and Michael. You call Jacob. I still don't have his number...
Zach: Okay. See ya tonight at your place?
Me: Positive captain! See ya!
I hung up. I was so excited! We would be able to perform a couple of originals for the first time ever in front of a crowd.
First, let me introduce myself. Gabrielle McDonald, or just Gab. The guy I just spoke to on the phone is Zach. Violinist and my best friend’s boyfriend. David is our drummer, and Michael plays bass or guitar. It depends on the song. Jacob is the lead guitarist. Our band is called The Green Barons, because our school’s mascot is a baron and our colors are green and gold.
I arrived at the mall and a poster immediately caught my attention:
A band trying to break through?
Do you want to make it on a professional stage? Want to play with some great music icons? Well, this is for you! Send us a video of you performing an original song and at least one cover. The entries will be judged by many professionals! Break a leg everybody!
That was it. That was our chance to make it into the business. I took my phone out and copied the address to send the video to. Then, I took a picture of the poster and sent it to the guys, asking Zach to once again send it to Jacob. I got some food, bought a couple of things for my stage makeup and a new outfit for the videos. I think I'm going to ask Hayley, Zach’s girlfriend, to help me make the best videos. She's such an artist; she could make a nice set. And maybe help with filming.
I really wanted to make this video professional. I texted Hayley and told her to meet me at my house around seven. To help her make up her mind on whether to come or not, I also told her it was for band practice. Zach would be there. She agreed, and I ran back to my car. I still couldn't believe the opportunity that I was getting.
I come from a very musical family. My mom and sister play the flute, my dad taught all of us-me and my two siblings-how to play the drums. I play the piano, the guitar, and some bass. My parents knew my dream had always been to make it into the music industry, and tehy would support me, no matter what.
I put the key in the ignition and turned it. I heard a familiar guitar riff from the radio, and soon, I was singing along to In The End.
In the end,
As my soul lays to rest
What is left to my body,
Or am I just a shell...
I sang familiar songs until I got home. Nobody was there yet, so I ran for our music room. My dad’s drum set was in a good condition, even after twenty years. My key board was right under the mic and all the amps were working. The bass and the guitars were well tuned, all that was missing was Zach’s violin, and the other members. Thank god this room was sound proof.
We spend most of our nights here since the band was formed. It started when Michael came back from living in England for a year. A party was held and people asked Zach to play something. He took out his violin and asked me to join him. David sat behind the drum set on the stage at the venue, in case he knew the song and could play. The familiar riffs of Sweet Child O’ Mine were played. I sat behind the grand piano and played as I sang the song we had performed a thousand times at lunch in the music room.
Michael’s mother congratulated us on a great song and suggested we form a band. We instantly loved the idea, and I asked Michael to join us as a bassist. The next day, I barely had time to set foot inside school before Jacob came to me and told me Zach had asked him to play the guitar. A group of childhood friends, united by a passion, by a dream.
That's how I got here. And I couldn't be happier. My dream, our dream, could be coming true.
10/29/13