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You know, Jackson never really imagined himself becoming the vocalist of a garage band his friends started on your average Saturday. He never could have possibly pictured himself in a position where he would be singing in front of people. Even if it’s in front of people he’s known for most of his High School career, that doesn’t make his nerves calm one bit. It’s not that he’s bad at singing, as a child Jackson’s parents would insist that he tried classes to work on his talent, but he couldn’t do it. The idea of all eyes and ears on him was probably the worst visual he could ever think of. Just thinking of it sent goosebumps across his skin, yet here he was.
He’s still not entirely sure why he agreed to this in all honesty. Has he secretly dreamed of singing in some shitty emo band for years? Yeah, but usually you leave dreams as dreams, or at least Jackson usually does. Either way, he’s in the dream now and he hopes it doesn’t become more of a nightmare instead.
His eyes end up finding their way to the drum set sat in the corner of the garage. He’s seen it a million times, though now it’s different, the words “Destiny Completion” now decorate it. Okay… Kaleb already came up with a band name? How the hell do people even come up with band names? Jackson has never really understood how people seem to so easily combine a few words that actually end up sounding good when mixed together. It seems so difficult yet he always finds bands with such cool names to where it gets to the point that maybe he’s just not the creative type.
Besides that, this doesn’t really feel like the band practice he’s seen in movies and whatnot. Once he found his way into Kaleb’s garage nobody was really playing their instruments, they were just talking. Jackson wasn’t mad, he’d rather just talk, even if it wasn’t quite productive.
This is the start of something new, something hopefully good.