For eight damn years, living a typical life as a normal people, he felt insanely unsatisfied. Considering his financial, Marvick had to ignore things such as following the nature of life; get up early, work his ass out, get back at evening and sometimes stays for some additional work, buy dinner at the very same restaurant, for eight years, eight damn years. He owns an apartment, a secondhand car, some savings in his account. That is good enough for him, he thinks.
"Marvick! Get your ass in my office, now!", Mr. Brown is his boss, and he will heard the same order from him, everyday. "Do you realize that Your paperwork is like a fuckin' six year old child?", Mr. Brown shouts, being sarcastic and mad, but Marvick knew that Mr. Brown just happen to hate every single thing that he did. "But I've did everything that you told me to, and I've been doing that for two days, it was supposed to be good enough", Marvick replied. "Good enough? are you kidding me? Do it all over again, I want it to be perfect! And pass it tomorrow!", said Mr. brown in anger.
It's 7.00pm, Marvick plans to re-do that pathetic work at home, so he head to his car, drive and he stop at the restaurant where he always bought his dinner. The reason that he keep coming and buy food here is not because of the food, but because of the pub next to it, where he always listen while waiting for his food from outside, a nice music work by whoever plays inside. He never had chance to walk in, due to his load amount of work.
While he was busy typing, suddenly someone slams a file to his desk. "What the hell were you thinking? This shit, is what you trying to give me?"."Listen here you punk, do it all over again,in half an hour, or you can get your ass off this company!",Mr. Brown yelled, like always. But this time, Marvick get up, some devil must get into him, where he can't actually control his kept anger, he throw a punch straight to Mr. Brown's nose. "I quit then!".
He was driving, and he stops at the restaurant, but when he pass the bar, he had a slight thought,"what the hell, I should grab some beer". "Rough day sir? Anything I can get for you?", asked the bartender. "A beer should be enough", Marvick replied. then the music starts playing, marvick listens, didn't face the stage but he enjoy the singing, the guitar works, as music has always been his passion.
After nine glass of beer, he think that he ought to go, but the music is still in play, so he waits. As soon as the singer stops, he pay his beer and head to the exit door. "Vick! Dude! It is you!", he heard from behind, but in his mind, he realize that no one had call him with that name, for eight years. " Jack!! Shit, I didn't see you like, 80,000 years!". They hugged, and Jack introduced his wife. " You've married that girl?", Marvick whispered to Jack. "Yup, and she happens to be the owner of this bar".
Three months after they met, Marvick and Jack were back again, and they played together. Doing what's best for them, what had been their passion from they were young, playing music. They create great sounds, entertain people, and they plan not to stop.
One night, just after they performed, a guy came to them and introduce himself as Ray, and he offer them a record deal. Marvick and Jack looked at each other, and smile.
And the rest, well you know the rest of the saying; is history.
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"what really matters is what you like, not what you are like. Books, records, films... These things matter. Call me shallow. It's the fuckin' truth."
-Rob Gordon(John Cusack).
