And, yeah, let's just say we were gonna make it big soon, real soon.
Until Guy A and Guy B had a rather big tiff-off over some triangle love equation. Then one of them threatened to leave the band. It made things bad, real bad. We spent quite some time pacifying things between them.
At the same time, I felt that going solo wasn't that bad afterall. I mean, when you're in a band, it is teamwork that counts. None of us could afford any "disappearing act" of any single team members when a competition draws near. Worst off, it wasn't just any typical disappearing act, it was those which came attached with personal feud.
The problem is, however, solved.
But there comes another new news:
What the fcuk? Nobody told us that when we submitted our application! Eventually, we were forced to withdraw from the competition.
This left me a very unhappy dude, very.
They wasn't even doing the job that they should have done which is to scrutinize every single sheet of application form before they even pass the O.K sign.
What the fcuk?
Those of you who know me would have been able to easily identify who's the root of this problem within our band. Let's just say that the root of the problem isn't feeling very good now. The root of the problem is very reprehensive, culpable, guilty.
I need some rest...
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