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The Battle of the Bands   The best and worst two days of my look took place at Bogarts with my gang Radioactive Weasel last month.  We had practiced daily for near three years, and our group decided to pull together once more and enter The Battle of the Bands.  This was the first time we sparingly paid cubic decimeter dollars to perform any(prenominal)where. All the other competitions we had entered were mail in tapes and so restrain for a response. We got out of bed at five in the morning, then raced to our drummers house. Loaded on uppers, practiced four and a half hours to meliorate our original songs, we were to play that night.         Pumped and ready to get started we packed the van with our drums and guitars then started our journey to Clifton for our show.  As usual, we got there way to early, so we did what any fun seeking  under aged musicians would do.  We searched the allies and found a half passed out dru nk and took him to the local bar, then got a a few(prenominal) beers each before  the show.  We then returned to draw numbers for the order of the bands.           I eagerly pushed my way to the front of all the other bands, being the offensive prick I am, and move the first card.  Unfortunately I drew the second band on stage out of nine.  The best direct to be in is about fourth or fifth band because that is when the crowd starts getting into the music.  Pissed off I haphazardly wandered rachis to my group to inform them of my greatest mistake.           We loaded the equipment into the worlds slowest elevator, and stumbled our way to the wing lounge.  After I had read graffiti covered walls until my heart was satisfy I noticed much writing by some of my favourite groups like Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Mansion, Korn, and The Dead Milkmen.  Inspired by them I also signed the wa ll with some chosen words.  The time had furled around for the first band to hit the stage. Excited, we rushed our way into the jactitate pit, (in my mind the only place to be). Screams turned into whispers as Pieces entered the stage in a cowardly