Will they be... fame?

Hey guys, I know the only reason you're reading this is because i’m in oneof the most famous bands in the world, because fame is how to getfame...

But anyways let me tell you how I got fame. Let me just say thatwhen I say fame, you guys are gonna think that i'm talking about fame,but i'm really talking about FAME.

Fame is the name of my band. And without the name fame Iwouldn’t have FAME. But all of this “fame” stuff is probably

confusing you enough, so i’m just gonna tell you about how I gotfame.I was walking home from school in the most beautiful place in the

world, Beverly Hills. Earlier in the day, I was talking with my friend FreddieSimpson and he plays the drums. I sing and know how to play the electricguitar, but I don't have one, so I said “if i ask my mom and dad, theymight let me get one, so i'll ask them!”

I walked in the door of my house, and said “Mom, do you minddriving me to the music store?” “Well hon,” my mom said, “are you gonnabuy a violin?”

I’ll stop you right there to tell you that my mom has always beenwanting me to play a violin. I mean, how does she expect a fifteen year oldpunk rocker from Beverly Hills, with a red streak of hair dye to be a violinplayer?

Maybe its the fact that I have an incredibly stupid name. Don't askme why my parents gave me the stupidest name ever, but they did. Myname is Lenny lenlen. Go ahead laugh. But anyways, my mom said “I amnot going to pay for you to play a “rock” instrument!” “Why are you beingso persistent?” I asked. “Look lenny,” mom said “i’m done with this! ifyou want a guitar, buy it yourself...!”

That was a surprise! Mom never gave me money in my whole life,except for school lunch, which for the record, tastes like dirt, and costs 50cents. “When you are in college...” My mom started. Uh-oh... here we goagain, I thought. “You can buy a guitar... unless you earn money untilthen! ha, you earn it ho ho ha.... ha ha... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAHO HO HO HO HO HA AHA HA HA.” Mom was hysterical with laughter.“HEY, MOM...” I screamed. “Shut the heck up! I will earn the money, youwait and see! I will be in the most famous band in the world one day!!!”

I was right though, I was gonna be in the most famous band in theworld... My parents are terrible, and I mean TERRIBLE. One time fordinner, they just gave me a some plain toast, and went upstairs in theirroom. On my birthday, the desert was two TABLESPOONS of fat freefrozen yogurt. For my birthday present, all they gave me was a pack of sixguitar picks, and an amplifier. I still remember that night. “Here you gohoney!” mom said. “Your first amp and guitar picks!”. Uh, news flash, youneed a guitar to find ANY use for these! I thought. And its not like we don’thave enough money to buy these things. We live in Beverly Hills. Ourhouse has a pool, we have three really nice cars, and we have a Xbox 360,two flat screen tvs, and three computers. Have i made my point? If Ihaven't, here it is. We are rich, but my parents still won’t buy me this oneguitar! Anyway, its saturday morning now, and i’m gonna go over to rakeleaves. I raked Mrs. Simpson’s lawn, and she paid 25 bucks! But I need toget one hundred fifty dollars! I still have to make a lot of money. But itwas getting late, so I went home. “Lenny lenlen, its time for dinner,” momsaid. “Hey mom,” I said “plain Len is just fine, get the picture?” “WellLenny lenlen is your name,” mom started “and if...” “News flash mom,everyone, including me thinks Its a stupid name! Why did you give me

such a dumb name anyways?” I asked. “Well, I don't care if other peoplethink its stupid!” She said. “You should be proud of having a... um.unusual name.” Right mom, this is coming from the person who alwayssays If you give her money, it would help her live longer. My mom is themost selfish person you’ve ever met, and if you haven't met her, you arethe luckiest person on earth, and you should pray that you don't. This pastweekend, I made 75 dollars! I just need 25 more. It was 8 in the morning,and it was November 14th. I had a job at Mr. Lee’s. He was paying me 30dollars just to mow his lawn! 30 dollars would be enough for me to buy aguitar, and have five dollars extra. I walked over to Mr. Lee’s house. Hesaid, “Oh hi, len, are you ready to mow my lawn?” “Yeah!” I said. “I havemy mower. Should I start?” “Okay!” he said, and he gave me my money! Iwent to mow the lawn. A half an hour later, I came out, pouring sweat. Inever knew that mowing a lawn could be SO hard. But... I had enoughmoney to buy that gibson guitar. I raced home, and since I was so excited,I got there in 2 minutes, when on a normal day, it would take me 10minutes. When I got to my house, I got on my bike, and raced to the musicstore. When I got to the music store, I found the gibson I wanted, Ibrought it to the cash register, And paid. “Dude,” The cashier said “do youplay guitar?” “Yeah,” I said. “Thats cool! what kind do you have?” “Well,” Isaid, “This is my first one.” I took the guitar, put the strap on, and thenrode off.

5 minutes later, I was rockin’ out. I was totally unaware that it wasonly 9 in the morning, and my parents sleep in until NOON, and I wasrockin’ out, full blast, and the volume was up ALL the way. I admit I got alittle bit carried away, and if I knew that at the time, my life would havebeen totally different. My Dad came storming down in the basement“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ITS NINE! ITS SO EARLY!” He got my guitar, andsmashed it on the ground. “DAD! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” he snappedthe handle off, and smashed my head! I screamed. My mom came downand screamed, “LEN? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” She got my amp, andthrew it at my head. My dad kept hitting me! They were assaulting me, andthats the last thing I remember, before I blacked out. When I woke up, Iwas in a music store where you could get anything for free! I saw my momand dad at the top of the guitar shelf. I said to dad, “Do you mind comingdown and helping me get a guitar?” Then suddenly, I was at a lake. No one

else was there. The guitar shelf was still there, on land, and my mom anddad were still on it. I started climbing it to get a guitar, but my dad said,“We don’t love you! Get away, fool.” “But your my parents,” I started.“You have to...” “You're a punk, and we hate you!” Mom said. She threw aguitar at me. It hit me, and then I fell that long drop, and into the water.“OW! WHAT’S YOUR GUYS PROBLEM WITH ME?? WHY DO YOU GUYSLOATH ME???” Dad picked up an amplifier. “Dad, don't throw it, i’ll die!Dad before you...” The amp left his hands and I died. “AHHH!” I woke upscreaming. Oh, phew. It was just a dream. I woke up, but I was at ahospital bed. I said, “Why am I here?” “Apparently,” said the police officer“ your parents have been committing child abuse for 15 years. The policefound you in a basement, with a house on fire. Your parents are in jail.” Icouldn't believe it! My parents finally got what they deserved. “But wait...”I said. “I can’t be an orphan, I...” “Don't worry!” The officer said. “Somepeople by the name of Freddie And Mary Simpson are adopting you.” Thisis great!!! I get to live the rest of my life with my best friend! “Wait, howlong have I been in here?” “Three weeks!” The officer said. “Its christmasin three days. I’ll have you home in two days.” “But why can’t I go now?” Iasked. “Well, take a look in the mirror.” He said, while handing me apocket mirror. There were burns all over my face. There were huge marksfrom where i had been hit with a guitar. Uh Oh... MY GUITAR! How am IEVER supposed to be in a band now? Two days later I had already hadstitches, and two surgery’s. It was christmas eve, and I was eating a lovelydinner with chicken, mashed potatoes, and carrots. “You know,” freddiesaid, with his mouth full, “now we can start a band.” “Yeah,” I said,“except for the fact that my house is burnt to crisp, and my guitar wasdestroyed anyway.” Freddie, and his mom, whos now my mom,exchanged a look. I said, “You know, I just came back from the ER, andi’m a bit sleepy. Can I go to bed?” “Go ahead,” said mom. I fell asleep, andwhen I woke up, I was on the couch, next to a christmas tree! “Merrychristmas, len!” Said Mom and freddie at the same time, and they gave mea new shiny black and blue guitar with a amplifier. And this is twentyyears later, and i’m married, with two kids, and im in the best selling band

ever, called fame.