A normal looking teen human, black hair, brown eyes, and wore a scratched up pair of glasses (because contacts are too expensive). Brushing your teeth, you thought of the possibilities and the overall "band" concept. You first thought who you should call to be in your band, you didn't have many friends but they were good friends.
Going through the list you remembered that your friend Vio, a human like you except taller, had strange white hair, and was very quiet in a dark mysterious way, played the Double Bass (basicly it's a bigger vesion of the cello). You imagined how easy it would be for him to go to the Bass guitar sence the two are very similar to play.
You then remembered your good friend Greg, a quite fat dragon with green scales and yellow underbelly with a smile so inocent that it was in a way creapy. He played the drums so he could play in the school's jazz band, so he was pritty decent.
You then spat out the tooth paste and washed your face before putting some clothes on. You thought about who your singer might be, but you decided that you needed to get your friends together so they have a say in it.
Some time after you called Vio and Greg, you were driving in your used red scratched up van that had a newly remade apostery consisting of mostly Duck Tape. You were going to...
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