Woah! Focus Leah! Can't believe I havn't written anything since Outbreak was first written. That's completely finished now and I must say it's sounding very good. Not forgetting of course, Dawn Of Retribution. That might just be a temporary name, i dunno, but it doesn't matter anyway, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Except we're not talking about flowers, so now i just sound a bit crazy. What was I saying? Ah yes, Dawn... it's also shaping up to be a damn good song. Which is a pretty awesome achievement considering it hasn't got bass or vocals yet. If I had a flag I'd wave it. Actually I probably wouldn't, I'd just look at it for a while thinking, "It would be cool if I was waving that flag right now."
Practises since I last wrote have been good. They've decided to move out of the tiny room they normally practise in and use the huge-ass room below instead. Which is good 'cause they can space out a bit more and I can hear the song all toghether rather than drums in one ear and guitar in the other. And it means we can mess around and be jocular. And play balloon volleyball, which me and Frenchie got pretty good at. Oh and pile all the chairs in the place on James. Heh, he almost died...
Unfortunatlymobile, they havn't been able to practise on a friday in a while, so I think they are going ot practise at Nut's place on fridays and practise in the Brunswick like usual on Saturdays. Which probably makes more sense, 'cause they'll be able to practise all the time now.
Gone Down Fighting's gig to look forward to tomorrow, which unfortunatly means no practise this weekend. But it does mean we get to dance the cha-cha with Chris and co. We're not going to dance, obviously. Well I can't guarantee James not dancing, he gets carried away sometimes... and that's when we run out of sedatives. I'll be leaving now. I'll catch you crazy cats on the flip-side.
Peace Out.
Leah
Number 1 roadie.