After a few months, we got the band back together and played at clubs.
I was having a great time and so were my friends.
But one night, while I was singing, Lilith started singing too, and she sang a different version of the song that we were singing.
Everyone was cheering and clapping, and I was amazed.
One day, Lilith and I decided to create a record label called Kyle Records, and we signed up some artists and created a music video for each song.
We sold the videos and the album and got a lot of money.
It no time at all, our first album was a nationwide hit!
Lilith and I continued writing songs and performing.
But one night, a fight broke out.
Tony was singing and suddenly a drunk man started beating the hell out of his girlfriend.
"Wait! Stop the song!" Said Tony.
Suddenly a bunch of thugs started fighting.
The music stopped.
One man hit another.
Then, they started throwing bottles and chairs.
They were going crazy.
Tony put down his bass and tried to break up the fight.
One of the thugs struck Tony!
I let my anger boil over as I dropped my guitar and kicked a guy in the face.
"Don't touch my best friend! I'll kill you!"
"Bill! Bill! Calm down!" Yelled Jack.
I kept punching and kicking the men.
One man pulled a knife and slashed my arm.
I didn't feel a thing as the knife broke against my skin.
"Aw shit! Let's get out of here! That guys not human!"
The men ran away.
Jack and the others looked at me with horror in their eyes.
I began to breathe heavily.
A man had never made me this mad before.
My friends stared at me with wide eyes.
What did I do?
"Bill," said Tony, "What happened?"
"I... I don't know," I said, "something snapped inside of me. All of my anger just... Exploded. I'm sorry."
"It's ok," said Lilith, "you just need to calm down."
"Thanks Bill," said Tony, "but I could have handled that myself."
"I'm sorry Tony," I said, "it's just that something snapped inside of me, and I just saw red. There's something I haven't told all of you yet."
"What's wrong?" Asked Margaret, "You can tell us."
"Well, my dad used to be a bully by in elementary school. One of his victims was a boy who committed suicide. Dad felt horrible about it, and he promised never to bully anyone again."
"So?"
"Dad told me what happened to this poor boy, I can't stand to see anyone getting bullied. It's why I was so pissed off."
"Oh," said Tony, "I understand."
"Thanks."
"Well are you well enough to finish the set?" Asked Brandon.
"Sure."
So I continued playing.
The rest of the night went smoothly.