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 Category:  Humor Fiction
  Posted: October 14, 2019      Views: 11

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A legend in my own mind!

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Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
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Under goes over!
"We Rocked the Night!" by Mike Stevens

Should be a rocker cartoon:

There was no clamor, there was no curtain, but it went up on the night we were unleashed on the metal landscape. Five against the world was our angry belief--if the world was ten drunk people, but hey, this was how the famous had started, paying their dues, but after tonight, everyone would have our name, Held Under, imprinted on their brain. I was determined to slay the crowd with my voice--err--okay, to stay upright, but you know what I mean. Our sledgehammer of sound slammed them back and pinned them to their seats--or that's what we chose to believe. If I didn't know better, it looked a lot like indifference, but I knew it wasn't that. The crowd was transfixed, unmoving--err--except for the guy headed for the can, and the girl going to order another beer, and the three guys leaving, the rest were staring slack jawed, like they couldn't quite believe what they were hearing; I chose to take that as a good sign; we slammed to the end, and an ungodly roar--err--okay, silence enveloped us, and I thought, "We sure showed them! Try to forget the name Held Under now, bitches!"

We finished our set, and it didn't matter we had to fight the owners to get paid, we had arrived! This was but the first step to world domination! Only, those fifteen people represented our average crowd size on our 'Conquering The World One Bar At A Time,' tour, and soon reality dawned on us, there would be no world domination, nobody cared or gave a shit, our outrage would soon turn into five older guys thinking, "Damn it, I'm disappointed at how our dream exploded like The Hindenburg, and now shrapnel's lodged in my eyes!"

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