The thunder was a crackelin in the crimson sky and the thunder was louder than a sonic book suddenly i saw three teenagers fall from the sky like a bullet they hit the ground with a hard thud. they all got up and shaked there heads and stood there wondering where the hell they were. they seen me and ran over one was holding a guitar, the other a pair of drumsticks, and the last was holding a microphone. instantly the befounded dudes starting asking question after question... i screamed shut the hell up and suddenly it went silent i said they were in a small town called swift current, saskatchewan. They said they fell from heaven i didnt believe them at first until they showed me there halos they were music angels. They also told me god had sent them to form the best hard rock band in existance so since that night we have been jammin the nights and days away to fulfil our destinies as the greatest band ever.