We're riding coat tails like they're bullet trains. To say we're going somewhere would be an understatement. Just a bunch of dumb kids making noise who happen to be in the right place at the right time.
Marco started it. He got some guy he knew in school to front him a eight hundred bucks for a demo. We got shit faced on the money for a week straight, stole an eight track, and put together a band. Marco is singing. Caroline is playing drums. I'm playing guitar, so is Carl. Spud is playing bass and Yorrick is just in the band even though he doesn't really do anything.
The dude liked our demo and got us a couple gigs. We played and some dude from one of those super cool music review sites was there. He wrote some shit about us, it got picked up and now we've got a bunch of dudes with credit cards telling us how great we are, buying us drinks, and promising to make us stars. Carl and Brett just want one of them to introduce us to Beyonce. I'm pretty sure Yorrick has been smashing out these dude's car windows and selling the shit he's stolen out of his back pack on 15th street.
We've been swiping bottles of booze from the open bars and trying to fuck models. This shit isn't going to last and we all know it, but no one cares as long as the drinks are still free.