The story of the Penguins, The best band ever (CHAPTER 1)

by Alec in Michigan

It all started on Friday the 13, October 2006. The day Noah Zobster met Johnny Zipper, of course Zipper was just his nickname, because he could zip like a bullet from a gun away from the mall security after spray painting amazing drawings on the walls of Great lakes crossing mall, a hangout spot for most local Auburn Hills, Michigan teens. Johnny loved being creative, not only was he a fantastic spray painter (no matter how unlawful) he was a mind blowing bass guitar player. He had been playing his bass guitar, a Fender, since 6th grade. He loved the deep dirnt, dirnt, dirnt that came from its insides. Little did he know, a kid named Noah Zobster was about to change his life. Noah had just moved to Auburn Hills from somewhere out in the heartland of America. Chrysler had given his father a promotion so they moved him to Auburn Hills. Noah was glad to leave, he had always hated the country. He liked walls, cold concrete sidewalks and the black pavement that seemed to go on forever. Noah had another love though, the guitar. When he was playing his guitar, a gleaming Gibson Firebird, he was in his own world. He had no idea how far that single guitar (and a certain bass) would get him.