Time had passed. It took a while for the storm to move between the gang and us, then one day after school, I went back to the music room to pick up the music book that was left behind. I had recently written some poems and songs and was eager to go over them. While I approached the room, a classic version of a Rolling Stones cover, ‘Sympathy for the Devil’, played. I stopped and really listened to the voice. It was pretty tight, although the vocals where a bit off and flat. Waiting until the song finished, I poked my head in to have a peek and hesitantly walked in. The gang was all gathered there.
‘What the hell do you want, cowboy?’ Tommy yelled.
‘Just getting my books, man.’ What’s with this cowboy s**t? I thought. Sounds good, actually. Out of nowhere, I blurted, ‘I think the vocals n
