It’s not that I was a bad kid, I rarely got into trouble; it’s just that my temper tended to get the best of me.
My dad has a bad temper too, so we tend to butt heads.
The thing to calm me down was the music room upstairs. I could practice for hours and never get tired of the instrument at my fingertips.
I wanted to be a famous rock star, so I practice as hard as I could. I even had a small little band put together, and we would play at school events. Deanna Rudolph was our keyboardist, Gail Knight was the bass player, and Max Fang was the drummer.
Yeah, there were times where we clashed because of my temper, but for the most part, I tended to get along with my band pretty well. Gail and Deanna get the most upset over my outbursts. They would leave for the rest of the day, and the only one that road through the angry waves was Max.
Often Max would just start a jam session that I would join in on.
Other times he would just listen to me blow off steam until I realized how silly it was that I had gone off about something or other.
With his help, I might be able to make it big without my anger getting the best of me first.