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The Battle of the Bands   The best and worst two days of my liveness took place at Bogarts with my exercise set Radioactive Weasel last month.  We had practiced periodical for near three years, and our group decided to pull together once again 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 then live 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 finished our original songs, we were to play that night.         Pumped and ready to get started we packed the vanguard 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 drunk and took him to the local bar, then got a few 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 obnoxious prick I am, and displace the first card.  Unfortunately I drew the second band on stage out of nine.  The best cast 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 prat 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 private lounge.  After I had read graffiti covered walls until my heart was surfeit I noticed much writing by some of my preferent groups like Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Mansion, Korn, and The Dead Milkmen.  Inspired by them I also signe d the wall with some chosen words.  The time had rolled around for the first band to hit the stage. Excited, we rushed our way into the trip the light fantastic toe pit, (in my mind the only place to be). Screams turned into whispers as Pieces entered the stage in a cowardly