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Band Quest Japaroads 2012/07/11(Wed)13:31 No. 431287 ID: 6e44d2

It was a hot August Friday and I was in bed. I can't tell you how long I lay like that, except, judging by the sounds outside of my room, it was enough time for my two little sisters to have dinner, watch Mulan, and go to bed. My mind was back in New York. I was thinking about Danielle again, indulging in the memory of her copper hair and the delicate skin of her neck. I remembered how she used to look at me, head tilted down, hands on my chest, like I was the only man she'd ever met. The only one that mattered, at least.

And then she had to start fucking that actor from Brooklyn. I never even learned his name. Not that I really cared about him: all that anger and hurt and red jealousy, enough to double me over with nausea, was directed at the woman I loved so much, I used to imagine our babies.

I'm getting ahead of myself. This quest isn't about her. Please God don't let this quest be about her.
No, this quest is about my band.

My band was called Agni. We were named after the Hindu god of fire, which seemed like a fitting title for a four piece rock n' roll group. Our music sounded like some combination of The White Stripes, The Black Keys, and Led Zeppelin. I often felt like Agni was the best thing I'd ever created. We captured something pure. When the four of us played, we shared some deeper connection than I'd ever felt before in a mere friendship.

Anyway, we had a gig that night. I looked over at the clock: it was 10. I changed my clothes (Thelonious Monk's best advice to struggling musicians was "dress sharp") and started practicing drum rolls on my mattress. A quarter of an hour later, Toast texted me to let me know he had arrived to pick me up. Yeah, his name is "Toast." Whenever I think about it, I'm perpetually surprised by how naturally the name fits him. Toast is my bassist.

I got in the car and we pulled away from my parents' house where I was staying. He ashed his cigarette out the window. I conjured up some enthusiasm.

"What's up, brotha man?" I asked. "You excited for tonight's show?"

"Hell yeah, dude!" he grinned. "It's supposed to be some unlicensed bar, I guess they serve alcohol past two? Anyway, Zach was telling me that some narcs stopped by and asked questions there the other day." Zach's our guitarist and singer. "And you, man?" I almost told him that I was thinking about Danielle again, but it'd been three months since we had broken up, and I wanted to be over her. It made me feel pathetic that I wasn't. God, did I feel like a pathetic sack of shit. Even after all she put me through, I wanted her back. I knew how weak I was, and I hated myself for it. Yet there I was, yearning for a woman who had already shown me how poorly she regarded my welfare. I knew all that, and still the need burned in my chest, fresh as it did when first we met. I sighed.

"I'm fine." The words came out hollow. Toast spared a glance my way at a red light.

"You alright, man?" This question again. He knew exactly what I was upset about.

"Yeah, dude, I'm fine." This time, my tone left no room for argument. We drove on in silence until Toast turned on the radio. We arrived at the venue soon after. I stepped out of the car. According to my phone's GPS, the fenced-off building before me was where we were supposed to go, but I saw no way of getting in. The wrought iron fence had a sheet of some black material blocking my view of the courtyard. Or was it a parking lot? It was 10:30, we didn't go on until 1. Zach was bringing all our gear, along with Jon, our rhythm guitarist.

Please suggest an action.



Hey, my name's Henry. I've been reading tgchan quests for a while, but this is my first time creating a quest of my own. It took me a while to decide how I was gonna do it and what it was gonna be about. I found the idea of a quest where the author is the protagonist to be rather fascinating; what would happen if I told you all the details of my life and you literally guided my actions, like you do for most fictional protagonists on this site? Ultimately, though, I settled on something with a more traditional narrative. The protagonist is based on me, as are the details of his life, but, aside from the four band members, names have been changed, and everything in his quest operates in a sort of heightened reality. This will become more and more fictional as time goes on. This isn't some weird publicity stunt--I doubt starting a quest on some obscure image board will do much for my band--but the band is real. For the curious, you can find our music at reverbnation.com/thebandagni. That's the last time you see me plug our stuff unless someone asks me directly. I hope you all enjoy!

PS, I don't draw, so I hope you like photos and text.