Peterdea
New member
PHASE 1 – RECRUITMENT as told by Pickle Jackson
“He was definitely alive before he went in there, how could you let something like this happen? You’re a veteran surgeon!” A woman yelled and cried.
“Um yes. Yes I believe I am. Thank you for the compliment. Next in line please” Dr Richards ended the conversation and shoved the woman aside. He wore a white doctor’s coat that had blood marks all over it, that looked fairly recent. He was average in height and weight and had short, light brown hair. He wore glasses that made him look more smart then stupid.
“Hello Mister… Dr Richards… My name is Peterdea and I’m interested in starting up a band and you’re the first on my list of non musicians.” A tall man wearing all black clothes and black sunglasses said confidently. He was very tall, he had long brown hair with small parts dyed blonde and blue. He had a small, messy goatee as well as a small mustache growing.
“Okay Mister Peterdea, I will join on one condition.” Dr Richards replied.
“Which would be?” Peterdea asked removing his sunglasses from his face.
“I want you to say that I successfully fixed your heat, I believe my reputation is a little ******.”
“That’s all I have to do? Consider it done.”
Peterdea was incredibly happy that Dr Richards had signed the contract so easily. Almost as if he was in some sort of trouble. But Peterdea wasn’t one to care, he just moved on to his next potential band mate. His name was Stephen Terrel.
Dr Richards accompanied Peterdea to Stephen’s house to try and make it look much more professional.
“So let me get this straight…” Stephen looked Peterdea in the eye. “You want me to join a band. In the process I have to give up my high paying job that is known as Unemployment?”
“Yes that would be the idea…” Peterdea replied. He look at Stephen Terrel and noticed his long blue hair came down to his shoulders. He was only a bit shorter then Peterdea. He spoke with a slight English accent which was and still is arguably fake. His attire was a T-shirt that said “Give me one good reason to give a flying kcuf”.
“Alright, listen here, you have one minute to give me one good reason to give a flying cuff…” He said seriously.
“Just like the shirt hey? Anyway, there’s lot’s of money involved, you get to travel and there’s free food involved.”
“Let me think about it…” Stephen paused for a moment. “I’ll join on one condition.”
“What would that be?” Dr Richards asked, finally saying something.
“The free food must include free McDonald’s cheeseburgers.”
“Deal.” Peterdea quickly agreed.
Soon after, Stephen has joined Peterdea and Dr Richards on the way to their final stop. The man who would finish the band. His name was Durling.
“G’day mate. Ya’z here fa shaza?” Durling asked the three guys.
“No, we’re here to see you Mr Durling.” Peterdea replied.
“Call me Durls. Come in boys. Sit in there, footys on toy voy, if yaz want some voy boy I’ll grab yaz a can.”
“Uhh no thanks.” Peterdea spoke for everyone.
An hour or so later Durling had signed the contract. He was promised a life supply of free VB and chances to meet the Australian Cricket Team and possibly even meet ACDC.
That’s where I come in. The band spent hours coming up with a name. They came to the conclusion that State of Normality was the way to go. They played a song called Magic Glasses in a competition and it was the most unique thing I had ever heard. So I decided to offer them two things. A second guitarist named Bairdy who would surely buy the band all kinds of instruments with his wealth and fortune, and a 2 year contract to my world famous record company, known as “Pickle Fuzz Records”. They responded very positively to Bairdy’s charisma and skill. He worked well with Stephen.
They decided that Stephen would play guitar since he came up with the guitar for Magic Glasses and he got on with Bairdy well enough to ensure work would get done.
Peterdea was given the job of vocals and keyboards where necessary, Dr Richards was on drums and Durling played Bass.
I remember them asking me for time to record and write, Stephen came up and he says to me, “Mr. Jackson, you’re promoting us too quickly, we need time to write before you tell the world how great we are!”
I pretty much said “Call me Pickle, Mr. Jackson is lame. And there’s no harm in promoting you early, it will give you a kick off time. But how’s this, I’ll give you the next two months to write and record an EP, then we promote like ****!”
So that was the end of the recruiting stage, we had a full band of ready non musicians, with a bit of Bairdy thrown on top, about to take the world head on with music. The music they produced would decide the fate of not only the band, but due to the amount of money I had already put into these guys, my ***** were on the table to, as bad as that sounds, the mob are really strict with their repayments. But now for more on the band!