Okay, boys and girls.
I'm back, didn't mean to make you all wait on me.
Well yes I'll shall start with a story now. -grabs book-
Now were was I?
Oh, yes here -truns page-
"The Music of Legend"
Long ago there was a boy by the name of "James Dolci Ramfig" who only knew through his music what the outside world was about. He was always inside 'caues he did not like the outside. His Father was simple and boring, he liked it quite.
His Mother was a stay at home mom, very religes and so was his father too. His father did not like the fact that his son was playing the guitar, so one day while his son was at school he broke every pick, and broke every strings on his sons guitar. The father just walked away with a laugh not ever you would like. The day came to a end and the boy came home to find all his strings, picks broke, as sad as he was and as much as he hated the outside. He went for a walk as he was walking he came across a green pick on the ground, it had carved in it horns and the skull of a dead animal, and next to the pick were strings for a guitar. He picked them up and though to him self. "holy F#@% of Lamas, I can now play my guitar again!!!"
The boy ran home happy as f***, to put it really.
he went to his room so fast not ever the devil to get him.
He grab his guitar and put the string on the guitar, and tuned them and everything, once he was done he rocked out!!! He jumped on his small yet big bed and sang his heart out not caring what his father though, the lyrics were the most beutiful thing you would ever hear, he rock his brains out, and played till his fingers were nothing but bone. Yet he still kep playing till the dawn of the sun, and to the twilight of the moon. That boy got him self a job as a guitas in the Band "Crayola" (Note fake name). He was know for one of the best guitars, besides Eddie Van Halen, and all the other great guitarests there was, he when along with them on the hall of fame.The years went by and he then came to a end, when one of the band memebers had a phone call from James family saying he had die from a hit and run. No one saw who did or what happen. Everyone sad for the lost of an another great guitars. The day he was put to rest was 08/05/97, he die on 08/05/97, he live a long life being he was only 35 when he die. But his legend will live on of how great he was. So if you are reading this pass his story around.
I'm back, didn't mean to make you all wait on me.
Well yes I'll shall start with a story now. -grabs book-
Now were was I?
Oh, yes here -truns page-
"The Music of Legend"
Long ago there was a boy by the name of "James Dolci Ramfig" who only knew through his music what the outside world was about. He was always inside 'caues he did not like the outside. His Father was simple and boring, he liked it quite.
His Mother was a stay at home mom, very religes and so was his father too. His father did not like the fact that his son was playing the guitar, so one day while his son was at school he broke every pick, and broke every strings on his sons guitar. The father just walked away with a laugh not ever you would like. The day came to a end and the boy came home to find all his strings, picks broke, as sad as he was and as much as he hated the outside. He went for a walk as he was walking he came across a green pick on the ground, it had carved in it horns and the skull of a dead animal, and next to the pick were strings for a guitar. He picked them up and though to him self. "holy F#@% of Lamas, I can now play my guitar again!!!"
The boy ran home happy as f***, to put it really.
he went to his room so fast not ever the devil to get him.
He grab his guitar and put the string on the guitar, and tuned them and everything, once he was done he rocked out!!! He jumped on his small yet big bed and sang his heart out not caring what his father though, the lyrics were the most beutiful thing you would ever hear, he rock his brains out, and played till his fingers were nothing but bone. Yet he still kep playing till the dawn of the sun, and to the twilight of the moon. That boy got him self a job as a guitas in the Band "Crayola" (Note fake name). He was know for one of the best guitars, besides Eddie Van Halen, and all the other great guitarests there was, he when along with them on the hall of fame.The years went by and he then came to a end, when one of the band memebers had a phone call from James family saying he had die from a hit and run. No one saw who did or what happen. Everyone sad for the lost of an another great guitars. The day he was put to rest was 08/05/97, he die on 08/05/97, he live a long life being he was only 35 when he die. But his legend will live on of how great he was. So if you are reading this pass his story around.
