Sit Back, Gotta Catch My Breath

So, in case you haven't heard: Jack, Rian, Zack, and Iare starting a band. We've been pitching name ideas at each other all lunch period.
"What about... Playgroud X?" Rian suggested.
"I kinda like it," Jack said, "What do you think Alex? You haven't really said anything all lunch period."
I tore my gaze from my salad and looked at Jack. "I don't know... It sounds cool, but it doesn't have the right ring to it." I looked back down at my salad. "Sorry, Rian."
"It's cool, man," Rian said, patting me on the back, "Do you have any ideas?"
I thought for a second and then bit my lip. "I have one, but it's kinda silly... it's a lyric..."
"Well, what is it?" Zack asked after I was silent for a few moments.
I looked at all of them and sighed. "What about... All Time Low?"
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So, we all decided to go with 'All Time Low' as our band same. I was honestly surprised that they liked it.
After deciding on our name, we decided on a meeting/practice place, which ended up being at my house. When I told my mum, she wasn't very happy to hear that Jack would be coming over again. But I assured her that it was just business and she could check up on us anytime she wanted. And, since she got her hours changed to the night shift and my dad worked the day shift, there was always someone home. And after a couple hours, she finally agreed. I immediately let the guys know, and when they all got to my house, we decided that we would use the basement since no one ever used it and it was basically empty except for a few boxes that we didn't feel like unpacking when we moved here.
"Is this the last one, Rian?" Jack asked as he carried Rian's floor tom downstairs and over to where Rian was adjusting his snare.
"Yeah," Rian said, not looking up, "Just put it right there." He pointed to the right of him before starting to adjust his high tom.
Jack placed the drum where he was instructed and returned over to where he had set his guitar and amp and began setting up his equipment.
I was currently sitting on one of the boxes, going through my notebook full of lyrics, trying to decide which one I felt most comfortable sharing with them to start out with. I turned page after page while the others set up their equipment until I found the song I was looking for. I set my notebook down on the box next to me and picked up my guitar and started strumming some chords that I had written down on the page. I could feel eyes on me, but I ginored them as I started to sing.
"I should write myself
Out of the history books
And mark a place in time
For every chance you took?
Don't get me wrong
I know you've got your life in place
I've yet to take the hint
Someday, I'm sure I'll get the picture
And stop waiting up."
A smile grew on my face when the other three joined in, doing what they thought sounded right for the song. And, honestly, it sounded really cool.
"When it all comes down
To a sunrise on the East Side
Will you be there to carry home
The remains of my wasted youth
This wasted time on you
Has left me shaking and waiting
Shaking and waiting
For something more
Tonight is alive
With the promise
Of a street fight
And there's money on the table
That says
Your cheap shots won't be able
To break bones
I've yet to break a sweat
I'll make your past
Regret it's future
Here's to you
When it all comes down
To a sunrise on the East Side
Will you be there to carry home
The remains of my wasted youth
This wasted time on you
Has left me shaking and waiting
For something more
Make all of my
Decisions for me
I've never taken
The fall for deciet
We'll keep a secret
If you keep me guessing
The taste of you lips says
We shouldn't have met like
Make all of my
Decisions for me
I've never taken
The fall for deciet
We'll keep a secret
If you keep me guessing
The taste of you lips says
We shouldn't have met like this
I can keep a secret
If you can keep me guessing
The flavor of your lips is
Enough to keep me pressing
For more than just a moment
Of truth between lies told
To pull ourselves away
From the lives we leave back
I can leep a secret
If you can keep me guessing
The flavor of your lips is
Enough to keep me here
Keep me here
When it all comes down
To a sunrise on the East Side
Will you be there to carry me home
The remains of my wasted youth
This wasted time on you
Has left me shaking and waiting
For something more."
We all finished the song at the same time, and it just sounded amazing. If that isn't a sign that we should be in a band together, I don't know what is.
"That was awesome!" Jack exclaimed, "Can we do it again? Please?"
I smiled at him and stood up with my guitar and walked over to where I had my microphone set up. "Let's do this."

Notes

All Time Low is official! Whoop whoop! :D

-Ryan