Infested Division

So I’m in a band. Honestly, that’s not surprising. Many alternative people are in bands, and even less surprising is that I’m the bassist. 

We just had our second gig tonight and I had so much fun. Getting the compliments afterwards and people cheering me on made me feel so fulfilled. I love music and I’ve been wanting to be in a band since I was 13, and now I’ve achieved it. It’s a sense of happiness that reminds me why I’m alive. 

I wanna get big. I want us to blow up. How cool would it be for us to go on interviews or make music videos? Maybe I wouldn’t want so much fame, but just that little bit seems so intoxicating. Obviously we’d stick to our roots, but who says we can’t be ambitious?

We have a gig on Good Friday. It’s an amazing opportunity, playing alongside bands from all over the country, with so much of the punk scene in the audience. But having devoted Catholic parents means I’m not allowed to go. I’ve argued with them, but they’re firm on it. So am I. I’m going, no matter what they try to do to stop me. They may drag me to church every Sunday or force me to pray with them, but I’m not gonna let it stand in between me and my dreams. I know it sounds super cheesy, but once you get a taste of what you really want, it’s hard to be willing to let it go. 

You should check us out, if you’re reading this. We’re called Infested Division and we’re super cool. I hope we last. 

Anyways, it’s 1am and I have an early shift tomorrow, so sorry for the random rambling. See ya.