Fiction by silly. Baxter the band member

Continuing on with my great story.

For gigs baxter decided rather than sending tapes of his music to clubs he would storm into the club and start playing even if there was another band on stage that night. Baxter loved bossing people around but, he hatted asking. That might be why he had no friends.

For the Misspelled words first gig baxter traveled to the Marmalade in downtown music city. The marmalade was locally famous for their horrible tasting marmalade. The night baxter decided to play at the marmalade there already was a band scheduled to play so baxter had to do something so he pretended he was a friend of the owner of the marmalade and told the band to get out because they were not needed anymore.

Now that the other band was out of the way baxter had a gig. He snuck up on stage with his laptop and stated playing his music, he did not bring his guitar to this gig because he had to be incognito. Security was about to throw baxter out when the manager of the marmalade said wait this guy's music sounds good, let him stay. And stay baxter did for the next three hours playing his outer space music as he called it. He received wild applause throughout the performance. Then after the performance the manger said you were good but, don't ever come to this club again, you will be thrown out immediately.

Baxter returned home at twelve o'clock and went straight to bed.

Wow my writing is really bad. Silly's done, goodnight.