The horror stories are purely fictitious and are for entertainment purposes only. All characters appearing in these works are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.
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Joey's Background
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January 8, 1980
Joey wanted nothing more in this world then to be a rock star, but the odds were against him. He did not know how to play any instrument, nor was his singing ability anything special. It hurt him even more that he did not know anyone within the industry. Still, he wanted to be a rock star. Unfortunately for Joey, he was also lazy and undisciplined. He was just a few years out of high school and could not hold a job. He would work at various fast-food joints and hated it. He would always get fired after a few months. He lacked the skills and education necessary to get a better job, but even if he could, he would not want it. He wanted to be a Rock Star.
1979 had just came to a close, a brand-new decade has arrived. Joey felt it was his time. Joey did benefit from living in Los Angeles, instead of some no name town in the Midwest. There were a couple of famous music studios nearby. Every couple of days he would stop by one of them and he would provide them with a sample. This was such a daily occurrence, that it was to the point where the receptionists of those studios would just smile and throw his samples into the trash. When it came to being a rock star, Joey was a persistent young man, so he never gave up.
Back in high school, Joey and a couple of friends formed a band. The band tried hard. They were able to play at the prom, and a few other events. They tried to keep it going after high school, but the band slowly fell apart. One of the members quit. Another got married. The third went off to college. Joey was the only one hanging on for hopes of become a famous musician.
Every day was like ground hog's day. Joey would go to work at the burger joint. He tried his best to put on a happy smile. When he came home, he would practice singing or learning to play the guitar. He felt lonely, since all his high school friends had moved on. He was stuck. Stuck living at home with his mom, dad, and sister. Often, he would drown the sadness away by illegally drinking beer, or watching his favorite show, the dukes of hazard.
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Joey's Meeting with The Old Man
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January 9, 1980
It was Wednesday, January 9th, 1980. This day would turn out to be different for Joey. He drove to downtown Los Angeles in his old 1972 yellow Honda Civic. It was rusty and small for his six-foot frame, but the vehicle was exceptionally reliable. As usual, he entered one of the music studio offices without an appointment and handed the receptionist his sample. This music studio wasn't his first pick either, but it was the closest. The receptionist gave him a fake smile and a snide remark. She took the sample and toss it into the waste basket. Normally, Joey would walk away with his head down. However, not today. Today was different, Joey lost his temper. He had enough. He was sick of people not treating him with respect, not giving him the chance.
He grabbed the receptionist by her shirt and pulled her across the desk with maximum force. He then pointed a finger at her face and started to yell at her with all his frustration. This continued for a minute before an old man rushed out from one of the offices and broke Joey's grip from the receptionist.
"Hey, take it easy!" The old man shouted.
He did his best to calm Joey down. Joey, in his angry state, wanted to turn and punch the man. However, he noticed the man was old and frail. The man was of no threat. Joey also noticed that the man was dressed impeccably. His suit seemed to have been perfectly ironed and worth a fortune. The old man must be the owner or someone important Joey thought.
"Easy young fellow. There is no need for violence. What is the issue?" The old man asks.
"All I want is someone to listen to my demo." Joey said angrily.
Joey let go of the woman and calmed down. The receptionist straightened her light blue shirt and whispered "weirdo" as she sat back down. The old man wanted to calm Joey down and send him on his way.
"Young man, what is your name?" The old man said.
"It's Joey." He replied.
"Why don't you give me the demo and we will definitely take a look at it." The old man said.
He was for sure not going to look at it, but he just wanted to keep the young man calm. Joey's emotions switched from anger to elation. He was so excited that his hands trembled. His anger caused him to forget that he already gave the receptionist a copy of the sample, which she threw into the waste basket. He poked his hands into his pants and grabbed another copy of the demo. As he pulled his hand out with the second copy of the sample, a folded picture of him and his sister came out of his pocket. It quickly fell to the floor. Joey did not notice because of his excitement.
The old man bent down to grab the folded picture. Out of curiosity he opened it. The old man was stunned how beautiful the girl in the photo was. A big grin filled his old face. He did not notice Joey handing him the demo tape.
"Here is the demo." Joey said.
Joey extended his hand with the demo tape.
"Is this your girlfriend? Young fellow." The old man said with a smile.
"No, that's my sister." Joey replied.
The old man took the demo tape and handed the photo back to Joey.
"Do you have some time Joey? Maybe I can listen to this now to see what we got here." The old man said.