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My Famous Band C8 Dharma
🕑 Added 2024-08-30 14:11:45 +0000 UTC"Well, if you're ever looking to jam..." Enoch suggested, trying to keep his voice casual despite his excitement.
Kurt's eyebrows shot up, surprise evident on his face. "Wait, really? You mean that?"
Enoch nodded, smiling. "Absolutely. Why wouldn't I?"
Kurt shrugged, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice. "I don't know, man. It's just... I've been trying to get something going for a while now. Saw you guys at The Viper Room the other night. You were pretty killer."
"Thanks," Enoch replied, his mind racing with possibilities. "So, you're looking to start a band?"
"Yeah, actually," Kurt said, adding. "It's been on my mind lately. Funny you should mention it."
Suddenly, Kurt's brow furrowed. "Hold up. How'd you know I was into music? I don't think I mentioned that."
Enoch felt a moment of panic before recovering. "Oh, just a hunch, I guess. You've got that look, you know?"
Kurt chuckled. "A look, huh? Well, I'll take that as a compliment."
As they continued to chat, Enoch couldn't help but wonder if this chance encounter might be the start of something big.
As Enoch and Kurt entered the apartment, Dave looked up from the couch, his brow furrowing. "Who's this?" he asked, eyeing Kurt suspiciously.
Enoch grinned, barely containing his excitement. "Dave, meet Kurt. Kurt, this is Dave."
Dave nodded curtly. "Okay... And why is Kurt here?"
"I invited him to jam with us," Enoch said casually. "Thought he might be a good fit for the band."
Dave's eyes widened. "Whoa, hold up. You're inviting random guys to join our band now?"
Kurt shifted uncomfortably. "Look, man, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I can just go-"
"No, wait," Enoch interjected, holding up a hand. "Dave, Kurt's not just anybody. Trust me on this."
Dave snorted. "Yeah? And how do you know that?"
Enoch turned to Kurt. "Why don't you show him what you've got?"
Kurt hesitated, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, man. This is kinda weird..."
"Come on," Enoch urged. "Just play something. Anything."
Kurt sighed, then shrugged. "Alright, what the hell. You got a guitar I can borrow?"
As Dave reluctantly handed over his guitar, Enoch held his breath, hoping Kurt's talent would shine through and potentially change their musical future.
Kurt took the guitar and began to play.
Kurt began strumming the guitar, his fingers dancing across the fretboard. As he started singing, his raw, emotive voice filled the room.
"Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word."
The lyrics, though unfamiliar to Dave, seemed to resonate with a youthful angst and rebellion.
When Kurt finished, Dave nodded appreciatively. "That was really good. Is that an original?"
Kurt smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Yeah, it is. I call it 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'."
Enoch tried to hide his excitement, knowing the significance of this song from his past life. He glanced at Dave, hoping his bandmate recognized the talent in front of them.
Dave furrowed his brow. "'Smells Like Teen Spirit'? Huh. I feel like I've heard that somewhere before... Oh yeah, my girlfriend mentioned buying a shampoo or something like that..." He shook his head. "Never mind, it's probably nothing."
Kurt looked confused. "Shampoo?"
Enoch chuckled, seeing an opportunity to bridge the gap. "Well, maybe what Dave's trying to say is that 'Teen Spirit' is actually a brand of deodorant."
"What?" Kurt raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised.
Dave snapped his fingers. "Yeah, that's it! Deodorant, not shampoo." He turned to Kurt. "Did you name the song after that?"
Kurt shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "Nah, man. It's actually kind of a funny story. My friend Kathleen wrote 'Kurt smells like Teen Spirit' on my wall one night. I thought it was a cool phrase, you know? Like, the spirit of youth or something. I had no idea it was a deodorant."
Dave laughed. "That's pretty wild, man."
Enoch grinned, enjoying the interaction between the two. "Well, regardless of where the name came from, it's a killer song. What do you guys say we try playing something together?"
Kurt nodded enthusiastically. "I'm down if you are."
Dave grabbed his drumsticks, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "Alright, let's see what kind of noise we can make together."
As they started to set up their instruments, a loud pounding on the wall interrupted them. Moments later, Marcus burst through the door, looking irritated.
"Yo, what's with all the noise? Some of us are trying to work here!" Marcus exclaimed.
Dave stepped forward, squaring up to Marcus. "Come on, man. We're just jamming. It's not even that late!"
As Dave and Marcus bickered back and forth, Kurt leaned towards Enoch. "Who's that guy?" he whispered.
"That's Marcus, our neighbor. He's a rapper," Enoch explained quietly.
Kurt nodded, watching the exchange with amusement.
Finally, Dave managed to placate Marcus and shut the door with a loud thud. He turned back to the group, running a hand through his hair.
Enoch seized the moment. "So, Dave... is Kurt in?"
Dave looked at Kurt, then back at Enoch, shaking his head in disbelief. "You know, it's pretty weird. First you show up with all this talent, and now Kurt? It's like the grunge gods are smiling on us or something."
Enoch chuckled nervously, hoping his knowledge of the future wasn't too obvious.
Dave turned to Kurt, a smile forming on his face. "Look, we could use a killer guitarist, and your vocals are pretty impressive too. How about you join us? You could do lead guitar and share vocal duties with Enoch. What do you say?"
Kurt's eyes lit up. "Seriously? Yeah, man. I'm in!
***
As they finished their jam session, Enoch glanced at the clock. "Hey, it's getting late. You guys want to grab something to eat?"
Dave nodded enthusiastically, but Kurt shook his head. "Thanks, but I'll pass. My stomach's been giving me hell lately. Can barely keep anything down most days."
Enoch and Dave exchanged concerned glances.
"That sounds rough," Enoch said. "Have you seen a doctor about it?"
Kurt shrugged, a hint of frustration in his eyes. "Yeah, but they can't figure it out. Just gotta deal with it, I guess."
Dave clapped Kurt on the shoulder. "Well, don't let it get you down. We'll work around it for rehearsals and gigs."
As Kurt nodded appreciatively, Enoch couldn't help but worry. He remembered the stories about Kurt's health issues from his past life and wondered if there was anything he could do to help this time around. But Enoch was in no position to help given their current circumstances. They had no money, and he couldn't even afford his own apartment in LA, despite working a part-time job and performing at the Viper Room.
Enoch suddenly perked up. "Hey, now that we're three, we should come up with a proper band name."
Dave furrowed his brows. "What? I thought we had one. Aren't we the 'Evil Duo'? That's what the patrons at The Viper Room call us."
Enoch chuckled. "First I'm hearing of it. Besides, it sounds like we're villains in a B-movie."
Dave scratched his head. "Alright, smartass. What do you suggest then?"
They all fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. Enoch toyed with the idea of suggesting 'Nirvana' but quickly dismissed it.
"What about... Dharma?" Enoch offered.
Dave and Kurt exchanged confused looks.
"Dharma?" Kurt echoed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Enoch leaned forward, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Dharma is this concept from Eastern religions, right? It's like this cosmic law and order thing. But it's also about personal duty and purpose. In Hinduism, they believe each person has their own dharma – their own unique purpose in life."
He paused, looking at Dave and Kurt with a mix of excitement and sincerity. "And isn't that kind of what we're doing here? Our dharma, our purpose, is to bring kick-ass grunge music to the world."
Dave and Kurt exchanged glances, their reactions a mix of amusement and thoughtfulness.
Dave chuckled, shaking his head. "Man, kid, you come up with some deep stuff sometimes. But I gotta admit, I like the sound of that."
Kurt nodded slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, it's pretty cool when you put it that way. Our dharma is music. I can get behind that."
"So..." Dave paused, looking at each of them in turn. "We're Dharma now?"
Enoch grinned widely. "Looks like it."
Kurt smiled, turning to Enoch. "You know, I actually had a name in mind too. Nirvana. But I think Dharma sounds better."
"Nirvana?" Dave raised an eyebrow. "That supposed to have some deep meaning too?"
Kurt nodded, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, it's a Buddhist concept. It means achieving ultimate freedom and release from suffering. Plus, it sounds cool and not too grungy."
Dave stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Huh. What if we combine them? Dharma Nirvana. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
Kurt chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, forget about it. Dharma's good on its own. One word, easy to remember. Right, Enoch?"
Enoch, caught off guard by the familiar name 'Nirvana', could only nod. "Yeah, definitely. Dharma it is."
He felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Part of him had hoped to recreate the legendary Nirvana, but he knew that this was a new journey, a new timeline. Dharma was their own unique creation.
Dave clapped his hands together. "Alright, it's settled then. We are officially Dharma. Now, who wants to design our logo?"
***
The next night, Enoch, Dave, and Kurt arrived at The Viper Room's backstage area, earlier than usual. As they were setting up, Thomas Reeves, the bar owner, spotted them and sauntered over.
"Evening, boys," Thomas greeted, his eyes scanning the trio. "Ready for another killer show?"
Dave nodded, then gestured towards Kurt. "Thomas, meet our new member, Kurt. Kurt, this is Thomas, the owner."
Thomas extended his hand to Kurt. "Welcome aboard, kid. Hope you can keep up with these two."
Kurt shook his hand firmly. "Thanks, sir. I'll do my best."
Dave cleared his throat. "Hey, Thomas, we've got a small request. When the host introduces us tonight, could they call us 'Dharma'?"
Thomas's eyebrows shot up. "Dharma? What's that about?"
Enoch stepped forward. "It's our band name, sir. We thought it was time we had one."
A smile played on Thomas's lips. "A band name, huh? You boys are getting serious." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, Dharma it is. I'll let the host know."
He gave Kurt one last appraising look. "Welcome to The Viper Room, kid. Let's see what you've got." With that, Thomas headed back towards the bar.
As they waited for their turn to perform, Enoch noticed Kurt's relaxed demeanor. "You seem pretty chill," he remarked. "Used to this kind of thing?"
Kurt shook his head, a hint of a smile on his face. "Nah, not really. I just... I don't think about the crowd much, you know? It's weird, but they don't really get to me."
Dave chuckled, nudging Enoch. "Maybe you should take notes, kid. Might help with those pre-show jitters."
Enoch rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Hey, I'm fine. I've gotten used to the crowd by now."
Their banter was interrupted by the host's voice booming through the speakers: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage... Dharma!"
As they stepped out, they could hear confused murmurs rippling through the crowd.
"Dharma? Who's that?"
"Wait, isn't that Enoch and Dave?"
"Oh, they must have a band name now!"
"Who's the new guy?"
Enoch caught sight of familiar faces in the audience, their expressions a mix of curiosity and excitement. As Kurt joined them on stage, the whispers intensified.
Dave stepped up to the mic. "Hey guys, we're Dharma. You might know us as 'those two guys', but we've got a new addition." He gestured to Kurt. "This is Kurt, and he's gonna help us blow your minds tonight."
The crowd cheered, their initial confusion giving way to anticipation. As they launched into their first song, Enoch could feel the energy in the room shift.
As Dharma played their set, the crowd's initial curiosity quickly turned to enthusiasm. Kurt's presence on stage was magnetic, his grungy yet melodic voice blending perfectly with Enoch's and complementing Dave's powerful drumming.
"Damn, the new guy's good!" someone in the crowd shouted.
"He's holding his own with Enoch and Dave!" another patron exclaimed.
Between songs, they took requests from the audience, creating an intimate atmosphere despite the growing crowd. The energy in the room was electric, with each song drawing more cheers than the last.
As they wrapped up their final song, two hours had flown by. The crowd, still hungry for more, began to chant, "One more song! One more song!"
Dave, drenched in sweat, stood up from his drum kit and waved his hand. "Sorry, folks! That's all for tonight!"
The crowd groaned in disappointment, but their disappointment quickly turned to applause as Dharma took their final bow.
As they exited the stage, Dave and Kurt chatted animatedly, riding the high of their successful performance. However, they soon noticed Enoch's unusual silence.
"Hey, kid, why so quiet?" Dave asked, concern creeping into his voice. "Thought you'd be over the moon after that show."
Enoch sighed. "Don't get me wrong, it was great. But... I can't help thinking about the bigger picture. Playing The Viper Room is awesome, but what about recording? Distributing our music to a wider audience?"
Kurt and Dave exchanged glances.
"He's got a point," Kurt said. "To really make it big, we need a label."
Dave nodded. "Yeah, we already got some contacts. There's this producer I know who's pretty major in the industry-"
Kurt shook his head, cutting Dave off. "Hold up. Just because someone says they're big in the industry doesn't mean they're the best option for us. We need to be careful, find the right fit."
Dave's brow furrowed. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying," Kurt explained, "that we shouldn't jump at the first offer. These big industry types, they'll come at us with flashy promises and talk about how they can make us stars overnight. But that doesn't mean they're the right fit for us."
He leaned in, his voice low and intense. "I've seen it happen. They'll offer you the world, but buried in the fine print, they're taking your soul."
Dave's eyebrows shot up, surprise etched on his face. "Whoa, Kurt. Where'd you learn all that?"
Kurt's expression darkened slightly, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. "Let's just say I've seen the dark side of this business. Had a friend who got royally screwed over by a label. His songs were selling like crazy, but he was broke as hell."
Dave and Enoch exchanged concerned glances.
"What happened to him?" Enoch asked softly.
Kurt's eyes clouded over. "He... he couldn't take it anymore. Ended up taking his own life."
A heavy silence fell over the group.
Dave whistled low. "Jesus, man. That's rough."
Enoch stared at Kurt, a mix of surprise and respect washing over him. This Kurt might not be the same as the one from his previous life, might not have reached the same levels of fame, but it was clear he had his own share of hard-earned wisdom.
"I'm sorry about your friend," Enoch said sincerely. "But thank you for sharing that. It's important we go into this with our eyes open."
Kurt nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Yeah, well, that's why I'm saying we need to be careful. This industry can chew you up and spit you out if you're not careful."
Dave clapped a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Well, we've got you watching our backs now. Between your street smarts, my contacts, and Enoch's... whatever it is Enoch has," he winked at Enoch, "I'd say Dharma's in pretty good hands."
The tension broken, they all chuckled. And they continued discussing their plans for the future.
