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standupguy1
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 26, 2011
- Location
- U.S.A.
When mark was 13 he laid his hands on his first guitar and he would never be the same again. It was his best friends dads old fender from the 70’s. It was old and beaten up but still it changed marks life for the better. It took him about a minute to learn the first few cords and he would forever be a music junky. He asked his mom if she would buy him one. She said no. guitars were expensive. Mark spent the next 2 months mowing lawns, baby sitting and anything else he could do to make money.
http://www.guitarcenter.com/Epiphone-Lim...1425169.gc
As he stud in the music store he saw it. It may haven’t been the best guitar but it would be his first. And like another one of marks fists it was over way to quickly the guy gave him the guitar and he gave him the money. That first night mark played in till his finger bleed. He watched a whole lot of YouTube videos on how to play it. After 3 months of doing his best to learn how to play. His mom let him go to lesions at a local theater in town.
By ninth grade mark was very different. He was born with curly blond hair but now it was brown and straight. He had grown a lot too by the time he was in the ninth grade he was six feet tall and as skinny as a flag pole. Though he was muscled not beefy but he did have a six pack. But his piercing blue eyes. As his best friend stated he used to look like a Nazis wet dream. He joined a little high school band called light saber duel. They were all geeks but they knew how to play music so they did a little better with the girls.
Time seemed to fly by. While mark spent more and more time with his increasing guitar collection and in his note book weighting songs. His band member spent more and more time doing drugs. Frist it was just drinking so mark didn’t think much of it. Then they started doing pot. Then much harder stuff. During marks graduation party he said, “if you guys don’t stop I am leaving the band.” They didn’t stop. After that mark decided he was going to get a degree in music from the Fargo intuit of arts.
The interview to get in was crazy it took him four hours. He spent the first hour in a room just idenafying notes. Thank god he spent all that time learning how to read music. He had to do a original song to three judges and he had to do his own take on a song already written. He got in and studied his butt off. He graduated valedictorian.
After college he worked as a song writer. He lost count after about 8 of his songs hit the top 40 carts. But he wanted to play his own music. While he was working as a writer he kept working on his masterpiece of a song have a nice day. After about 3 years of hard work there they let mark make an album. He put have a nice day as the hit single. His manger hated it the company hated the music magazine’s hated it but the people loved it. Every time his song played on the radio he got 3 cents. Needless to say he was very rich after the first month it came out.
He was defiantly better off than he was a year ago. He treated him and all his friends to a trip to a titty bar. He was never a big fan of the places and now he had groupies. One was a sixteen year old bubble gum who got into his hotel room. He always liked blonds. But no one needed to know about that. Plus she said she was 18 and then when he woke up that morning she left a note saying the truth.
He went to an ATM near the club and took out 2 grand. He didn’t think he was going to spend that much but he thought why not. It wasn’t like he was strapped for cash. He walked into the club. There were a lot of neon lights. A bouncer that was almost as big as him came up to him and said, “the fee to get in is….mark jones? oh my god I’m a big fan no charge.” He smiled and said, “thank you.” The bouncer said, “is there anything I can get you?” drew said, “ a cigar and a seat.”
A busty blond quickly showed him a seat gave him a cigar and took his drink order. He had a nice seat up by the stage. Two Asian girls were doing a dance till the song winded down. Then the D.J. said over a P.A. system “all right boys I want to show you the most talent girl in this whole damn club you’ll be amazed at what this little girl can do give it way up for Angel."
http://www.guitarcenter.com/Epiphone-Lim...1425169.gc
As he stud in the music store he saw it. It may haven’t been the best guitar but it would be his first. And like another one of marks fists it was over way to quickly the guy gave him the guitar and he gave him the money. That first night mark played in till his finger bleed. He watched a whole lot of YouTube videos on how to play it. After 3 months of doing his best to learn how to play. His mom let him go to lesions at a local theater in town.
By ninth grade mark was very different. He was born with curly blond hair but now it was brown and straight. He had grown a lot too by the time he was in the ninth grade he was six feet tall and as skinny as a flag pole. Though he was muscled not beefy but he did have a six pack. But his piercing blue eyes. As his best friend stated he used to look like a Nazis wet dream. He joined a little high school band called light saber duel. They were all geeks but they knew how to play music so they did a little better with the girls.
Time seemed to fly by. While mark spent more and more time with his increasing guitar collection and in his note book weighting songs. His band member spent more and more time doing drugs. Frist it was just drinking so mark didn’t think much of it. Then they started doing pot. Then much harder stuff. During marks graduation party he said, “if you guys don’t stop I am leaving the band.” They didn’t stop. After that mark decided he was going to get a degree in music from the Fargo intuit of arts.
The interview to get in was crazy it took him four hours. He spent the first hour in a room just idenafying notes. Thank god he spent all that time learning how to read music. He had to do a original song to three judges and he had to do his own take on a song already written. He got in and studied his butt off. He graduated valedictorian.
After college he worked as a song writer. He lost count after about 8 of his songs hit the top 40 carts. But he wanted to play his own music. While he was working as a writer he kept working on his masterpiece of a song have a nice day. After about 3 years of hard work there they let mark make an album. He put have a nice day as the hit single. His manger hated it the company hated the music magazine’s hated it but the people loved it. Every time his song played on the radio he got 3 cents. Needless to say he was very rich after the first month it came out.
He was defiantly better off than he was a year ago. He treated him and all his friends to a trip to a titty bar. He was never a big fan of the places and now he had groupies. One was a sixteen year old bubble gum who got into his hotel room. He always liked blonds. But no one needed to know about that. Plus she said she was 18 and then when he woke up that morning she left a note saying the truth.
He went to an ATM near the club and took out 2 grand. He didn’t think he was going to spend that much but he thought why not. It wasn’t like he was strapped for cash. He walked into the club. There were a lot of neon lights. A bouncer that was almost as big as him came up to him and said, “the fee to get in is….mark jones? oh my god I’m a big fan no charge.” He smiled and said, “thank you.” The bouncer said, “is there anything I can get you?” drew said, “ a cigar and a seat.”
A busty blond quickly showed him a seat gave him a cigar and took his drink order. He had a nice seat up by the stage. Two Asian girls were doing a dance till the song winded down. Then the D.J. said over a P.A. system “all right boys I want to show you the most talent girl in this whole damn club you’ll be amazed at what this little girl can do give it way up for Angel."