1 From a start of perseverance

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/Summer, May 15th, 2018/

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"Wake up, Sean wake up,"

my eyes opened in a tiring way noticing my mom over me,

"your late again,"

my eyes grew wider picking my body up and noticing the time,

"Oh no it's 8:03, dads gonna kill me!"

I rush off the bed and headed to the garage. Got dang it why do I take naps like that, I thought to myself getting ready. The studio of the La Idea band is only about 800 feet away from my actual house so it's an easy walk, unless your late like me.

/SLAM/

"Bout time you get here boy,"

my dad says as I'm breathing hard,

"sorry guys it won't happen again, golf made me tired today."

all members of the band looking at me, not with hate but with a "About got damn time!"

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I am Sean Ornelas, and this is a story of how I become a musician and lead off a band called La Idea Posse. Starting from my 6th grade year of a amateur, to a professional musician, those were the good O'l "how do I play this?" days.

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"Hey Sean did you learn the song like you were supposed to?"

Says Michael, our keyboard player and second voice.

"Uh yeah I did,"

No I didn't. Our main type of music is Tejano, Country, and a little of Olddies. One song of which called Calla from Groupo Mass.

"Well let's got damn see then"

says Michael, in a funny harsh manner.

"Hey let the boy breathe a little"

says my dad, he is our lead Bass player in the band.

"I'm pretty sure he got it sometime today, hopefully,"

my dad says ,trying to make me feel better.

As we set up and find the chord for this song, I am sitting behind the drum set with head phones on trying to listen while I have the chance. Without me noticing I get a tap on my shoulder, I pulled out the ear bud,

"Do you think you could do triplets now?"

Says Louie, our lead saxophone, and drummer, I look at him with confidence,

"yes I can, I have been practicing some nights ago,"

he looks at me with one raised eyebrow,

"oh really, ok then let's see it then,"

he goes off to get his sax ready.

As I still listen I look around listening to the song i see Louis, father of Louie , and is our lead guitarist, as he sets up his wire he looks at me and gives me a thumbs up, he knew I've been practicing the triplet for a little while so he knows I got this. I smile and look at Issac, he is our second lead guitarist, saxophone, drummer, and a hard working teenager, he knows his shit.

He looks up at me,

"your listening to the part now?"

I reply with a unwary answer,

"yes I am"

feeling as so I won't get it.

"Better have a smile on your face Sean!"

I look to my left to see Mondo, our lead singer, funny to say he stutters his words but he sure can sing.

"You said that without studdering, good job!"

I reply with a tad of regret.

"Ok enough fooling around let's go,"

my dad says aloud ready to play.

As everyone was getting to a point of silence, all eyes were on me, I am the drummer of the band, the youngest in it and I plan to continue it, but for now as a rookie I will roll with it, without hesitation I clicked twice on the drum sticks and let it rip.

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As soon as that practice was over I went straight home, and tried my best to go to sleep, since it was 10:30. As I was proceeding to put the covers on me I heard my dad and mom talking,

"Got dammit why the hell is he on his ass like that Oscar!"

my mom says aloud in the house,

"I don't know, he's been like this ever since he left the band, he's jealous because Sean is playing, and not his grandson."

my dad reply's, hearing this I started to think, Diego? Diego is my second cousin, his grandfather taught him how to play the guitar, and expected him to play in it, the problem was he lived in Odessa, about a hour and a half where I lived, so he couldn't come, at all.

"Well why the hell is he bringing this on Sean?!"

Says my mom, getting even louder,

"He didn't want Sean to play, he thought it was a waste of time, that's why he left, I want Sean in it, so he took his shit and left, never said a word after, I didn't mind Diego, but he knew he couldn't come, so that's on him,"

my dad says,

"well he needs to stop talking shit about Sean before we deal with it our selves,"

my mom reply's,

"Don't worry, he can talk shit, but won't be none!"

That's a little quote my dad uses a lot, meaning if you talk your mess, but won't effect us.

Knowing that, I hear my parents walking into there room, not a sound after. As I laid down I thought about why would my own uncle be mad at me. Hatred? No, there is another reason, I remember back in 6th grade, the fight. He wants the band to stop?? Why now? I've grown a lot and learned a lot, I guess jealousy comes back quick huh? I just parted the thought and closed my eyes, with that in mind I went ahead and tried to sleep, under the covers on a cold Wednesday night.