Autobiography

We had finally done it! We were good enough to play on stage. We had sold all our tickets, which 100 initially felt like such an unreachable amount. Archaic was finally going to be playing the Battle of the Bands at Peabody's Down Under in Cleveland.

We were all friends to begin with, no scouting to find the best guy for the position, just 4 guys that had grown up together wanting to have fun. Joe was the singer. He was the typical singer, somewhat taller, skinny, long scraggly black hair that covered his face. He had that stage presence about him. Didn't matter what he was singing about, the crowd loved him. He was still in high school, a sophomore, at the age of 16. Then there was Dan. I've known him since kindergarten, and he's always been an ass, but somehow I managed to stay with him. At 19, he had fluffy red hair at the time, a big menacing goatee, and a 6 string bass to show that he meant business. Donny was a very talented drummer, but he was also a cynical prick. Even though he took pleasure in being the jerk of the group, I can't remember all the times we wouldn't have had fun without him. He was in the same grade as Joe and 16 as well. I, on the other hand, primarily tried to be the laid back type. I was what you would call a normal looking person, if there is such a thing. I was the oldest in the band at 20. I wielded a pair of Jackson