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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 7:24 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 6:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 9:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 9:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 9:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 10:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 10:14 pm
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DJ waved goodbye, and was about to walk downstairs and outside when a series of beats popped into his head. Turning his headphones off, he dashed back into his room and turned on the soundboard, hit record, and blasted the idea out.
When he was done, he sat back, feeling satisfied. Definitely a good mix. He hoped he could make the battle squad this year. He had failed his test last year miserably. He used to get so nervous in front of others. But now...
Now he would own the competition like he owned music: royally. No one could set off a series of triplets like he could, and no one could shoot bolts of lightning while he did so.
Chuckling, he turned on his guitar and noodled, thinking of late nights, flashing lights, and people moving to his sound.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 10:14 pm
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