The story of the Penguins, The best band ever (CHAPTER 3)

by Alec in Michigan

Three years later…
Symbols clanged,drums banged as if being hit by extremely large rocks.
“STOP, STOP!! WE’VE HEARD ENOUGH.” Screamed Johnny and Noah.
“What, you guys scared about my sick skills?” Gloated Elmer Glustein, someone trying out for drummer for The Penguins.
“Something along those lines,” retorted Noah sarcastically, “We’ll have our people call your people, now you can go, before my ears stop ringing.” Mumbled Noah under his breath. After Elmer left, Noah confronted Johnny.
“This is pointless, we’ll never find a drummer!”
“Hey, it was your idea.” Replied Johnny.
“I gotta go think.” Said Noah. Noah walked out of Johnny’s garage. That’s where the auditions had been being held. Noah got in his car, a 1995 Mazda, the only thing a teen his age could afford, and started off.

Somewhere in Auburn Hills,
Noah drove around, this is what he always did to clear his head. It seemed looking at the road, which seemed to go on forever, helped him think. What are we going to do? He thought, I’m starting to rethink this Penguins thing. Just then something was thumping on his window. What the--?
“Hey, hey, HEY!!!” Someone was calling to Noah outside the car.
“Hello?” Replied Noah, cautiously rolling down his window.
“I want to play, play drums!!” Said a boy about Noah’s age in a ratty old ACDC T-shirt.
“How’d you know we were doing auditions?” Asked Noah.
“Your bumper sticker!” Answered the boy.
“My what—ohhh, that!” Noah read his bumper sticker, Calling all drummers! We’re desperate! To audition call 248-698-0420, ask for Noah.
“So, what’s your name kid?” Asked Noah, intrigued.
“Umm, me forget.” Answered the kid.
“So you have no name?” Questioned Noah, not knowing whether to believe this or not.
“No, me tell you, I forget!” Retorted the boy.
“Ok then… one second.”
Noah called Johnny on his cell phone. After a few words, Noah hung up.
“Well,” said Noah, “Get in the car, wait, do you need to check this with your mom or dad or something?”
“Me mommy and daddy are in Reno right now, they leave cardboard box to me.” Said the boy.
“Got it, get in.” told Noah.
“Me gonna play the drums, me gonna play the drums!”