The Life of an Unemployed Highschool Musician

All of my teachers complain about my absences from class. Yes, I skip some classes to go and drum. But that's because I can't afford a drum set yet. My aspirations for a drumming career grew bigger after I had already spent most of my summer money on a car, and fixing said car. Little did I know then how much I'd regret the decision to buy a vehicle instead of a kit containing infinite happiness.

Well, needless to say, I don't have a set yet. I can't have a job during this school year, but I've made a deal with my parents that if I keep my grades up next year I'll be able to work as well. It's kind of ironic that the reason why my grades are so bad is because I skip and drum too much, but I can't drum on my own set because my grades are too poor to buy a drum set for myself... Funny how things work, huh?

I've come to realize in the recent past that my grades are still important no matter what my passion is, which is why I've started working extremely hard over the last couple of weeks. I don't think there is anybody in my life that loves drumming quite as much as I do, but there is a time and place for it. Noticing my quick ascent in my school work ethic, my parents made another offer to me: If I keep playing catch-up, and get my grades up to par (and keep them there the rest of the year), then they will generously help me to afford a set. Once summer rolls around again I'll go back to my summer job at a children's summer camp. By my first paycheck I should be able to get my dream set with their help.

My parents have offered me some fantastic deals in this school year, some of which I think are borderline irrational, but I'm extremely thankful for those deals. They notice my incredible passion for music itself, let alone drumming. Every time they walk into my room they see me working on another song. Every chance I get, I ask them if they know this song, or how far I'm getting in another one. Whether it's authentic or not, they at least act like they care, and they help me so much in furthering my puny drumming career. I couldn't be more grateful for that.


This is the Crush Acrylic Set that I've been appraising for a while now. I plan to put sweet LED's in mine. How sick would that be? Like I'd be drowning in women, lesbihonest here.