quickly, now, before class starts. it is slowly becoming a reality that i will make it out of here very soon. i want to make music. so do you, i know. but if we want it bad enough, we'll get it. i need a band. i need to start auditiong. i can't just join the multitude of other college graduates hoping to make some money one of these days. i will, if i have to. but this is me down on my knees. i'll give it a good go. a few months, maybe a year. i don't have forever. i will have to be this big disappointment before i can do anything really good with my life. you know? i've got my keyboard. just me and my motif6. end paragraph.