iron(ing) maiden(s)

i was lucky enough to score a few tickets to the rock band live concert in la this weekend. we kicked it in a sweet suite while listenin' to the cab, plain white t's, dashboard confessional and panic at the disco. it was good times. the best part was when we got the chance to compete for some stage time. we got our band of four together and gave the rock band 2 our best shot.


here we are. the iron(ing) maiden(s). get it? it's okay if you don't. most people didn't.


we took our places. see how i settled right into the drums and was ready for my closeup? that's what you call a natural. yeah. i'm kind of a big deal. people know me. our bass player was a girl krystle managed to coerce into playing with us at the last minute. and the rockin' began.


in those first bars of music, we WERE the all-american rejects and the dirty little secrets were ours to keep. see how i'm singing AND drumming? like i said, natural.

after about 4.7 seconds...we failed.


i was sad. really sad.


but we walked away with our heads held high. krystle was most sad but perked right up when she saw the plain white t's at the table down from us. it took a bit to tear her away, but we made it back to the suite just in time to catch dashboard and panic. we drowned our sorrows in hot dogs and nachos. good times.