I'm standing about 5 feet above a wave of people. My shoulder is aching from my blue, lightning strap. I'm waving my right hand above 6 strings of metal, while pressing the strings down with my left hand. I'm pressing my lips onto a cold, round, metal surface. You probably guessed it, I'm playing my Fender, Sun-Burst guitar, while singing into a mic, above a huge crowd of people. I did that for about 2 minutes, then ended the song with an F. I walked behind the stage, my left hand cramping up. "Hey, great job Amy!" My best friend, April, shouted, holding her hand up for a hi-five. I slapped her hand.
"Thanks, you did good on the Bass!" I replied. I heard a loud, sharp sound. I then felt sudden pain in my left hand. "OUCH!, what happened?" I asked.
"Your B string broke Amy, I'm sure it hurts," April responded, looking at the side of my hand, "Yep, there's a mark."
"But I JUST fixed all of my strings before the show! It was probably my sister congratulating me on acing that solo." I commented.
"Probably," She laughed.
The rest of the summer went by like that. Multiple concerts, hanging with friends, and sitting in my room practicing. Gosh, being famous is hard. And yeah, this summer wasn't the greatest.
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Tuning The Broken Strings
Teen FictionTold in 16 year old's Amy Smith's point of view. She is in a band with her 3 best friends, April, Sean, and her boyfriend, Jaxyn. They started the band in 6th Grade, and are now famous, the band is called The No-Named Middle Schoolers. They have to...
