A Million Stories

Over stupid part 1 (Cute Story)

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New things began to happen when I enrolled into one of the new students SMK Hope Young. The new thing, among others: my classmates who are all men, super ignorant, like j*di, do not like to make PR, and are very proud if you say bad boy. This is a private school that is only three years old. With an arid atmosphere and there are only a few interesting sights. Because the comparison of girls and boys in this school is only 1:10. Worried right?

Oh yes know first. If in my dictionary page seventeen thousand six hundred and eighty-one, say that do not know then do not know. I am Gideon Dobhi Wahyudhiarta. I am a person who loves to play ball. I aspire to be a football player, but my ideals are only as high as the ground, maybe even lower than the ground. I also love playing music and singing. All kinds of songs of any genre I have, except jazz and old school songs that make sad if heard.

Back to the story. In July 2011, my school was appointed as PASKIBRA District Officer for the independence day ceremony on August 17. His officers were chosen by the soldiers who came to my school, those who were chosen were mostly tenth graders and one of them was me.

At that time the atmosphere was at the time of SMK Harapan Muda's tabernacle. Five soldiers came to my school on the second day of the camp.

'Consideration! For all students of SMK Hope Young tenth grade please march on the ceremonial field immediately! I count 10 seconds if not immediately present I will pour into the rice field next to your school!' yelling from the father of the army made me and my friends run away to the ceremonial field.

'Let's hurry up! You are a soft man!' shouted one of the soldiers who made all the tenth graders who were resting at that time increasingly flung towards the field. Those who only leave pants on the body must be willing to run and do not have time to think to wear clothes.

'Crazy men! What kind of camp is war going to be?' ask me a group of friends.

'Udah you follow me' I replied briefly.

After everyone gathered in the field. One of the soldiers shouted back.

'My leader took over everything in vain grrak! Rest in the grak spot!'

'I guess we want to be next?' whisky Ucok.

'Udah you are aja ahh! Or did I plug your lip with my dalem pants?' reply me a little hard that made one of the fathers of the army to step foot into my place.

'Who told you to talk?' snapped Mr. Army.

'No one, sir!' answer me casually. I can only mourn what is going on. 'Crazy really ni Ucok. Gampar dead you.' I thought in my heart.

'You've prepared it's silent. The attitude of the body is firm!' call Mr. Army.

'OK okay sir.' Ucok returned to reply casually and lucky he was not preyed upon by the army.

Then Mr. Shindarto, the name of the father of the army in front of us all. With a dashing attitude and his intention was to speak to us under the flagpole. 'Today, I will select the candidates for the sub-district paskibra. Whoever I point to, will go straight ahead. However, if anyone is still hesitant to go forward please retreat. I'm just saying, if you really want to be a great person, don't back down before you try! There is a lot of knowledge you will get in Paskibra. Clear this?'

'Ready clear!' catch the whole student.

Start one by one we are appointed to advance in front of the original line. Those who are chosen are able-bodied and of course tall as well.

'Hey, what's your name?' ask Mr. Shindarto right in front of me.

'Ready! Gideon!' answer me out loud. I was taught at Junior High how to convey military instructions. Line-line also I've studied at Junior High.

'Gideon, are you willing to become a member of the pascibra? If you want, please move forward! Remember, everything is up to your heart and mind.' Mr. Shindarto.

Without answering questions from Mr. Shindarto, somehow my feet immediately took me forward to join my friends in front. I like new things. For that paskibra is a new experience for me and I will not miss it.

A month before the ceremony. Exercise after exercise began we live and when it was right to step on the fasting month. Well, from the paskibra that, I began to know some of my friends who happen to also like to play musical instruments.

It was resting and we gathered together under a big tree. I was listening to music and was accompanied by Wawan. Suddenly, one of the members of the paskibra who had been sitting a little far from me stood up from his seat and moved closer to my seat. He sat down and started a conversation.

'It's an x-type, right?' ask someone who was a stranger to me at the time. 'Yes, ' I answered briefly.

'My name is Arya.' Arya started opening introductions. With his old face, I thought he was my upperclassman. It turned out that he was also in tenth grade.

'Gue Gideon's. Like the same type-x huh, bro?' I tried to open the conversation.

'No, just know. If I like the same Malay pop songs like ST12 that! I often sing at home using my favorite guitar at home.' Arya.

'I also like playing guitar as well. I also play guitar at home. But I prefer pop punk songs anyway.' Connect me. Shortly after, Arya's friend came and sat down beside Arya.

'Where are you from?' arya asked her friend.

'From buying a drink. So thirsty! You want?' arya's friend replied with a slightly teasing face to Arya to cancel her fast.

'Gile lu ahh! My faith is still strong! Ehh Gideon, this Satrio guy, he's also playing guitar. He is a huge fan of Asking Alexandria. It was a hardcore band that was popular in the world, Arya told me. I and Satrio shook hands.

'I didn't think so! There are a lot of people who can play guitar. I think I am one of the lucky and talented people who can play guitar. It turns out a lot of people can be like me.'

'The easiest music instrument to play yes this guitar mas bro! As long as it is good at playing fingers, I am sure it can immediately be like sungha jung!' obviously Satrio made my heart think of his words earlier.

'Eh men! What if we make a band? Arya will be able to hold the melody, Satrio can hold the rhythm. I will be the bassist. Well, live vocalist same drummer. How's men?'

Heard that thing. The two human children did not answer my question directly. They think for a moment, about about two hours for them to be able to answer the question.they think like a president who is thinking about the disaster that many people are suffering today.

And until the time they answered.

'Where are you?' a cool answer from Arya. Think long and just say those words.

'From the same drummer the vocalist is hard!' and an amazing answer confused me from Satrio. I finally put it in words.

'Ohhhh yes, anyway! Yes, it's not so! huh'

Finally, Wawan who had just been blindly silent beside me finally spoke up, and he managed to break my resignation. Wawan spoke to me. 'Eiits, you forgot if I was here? Do you pretend not to want if I can do it? Yeshh even though it's just a little bit but if often trained can be't'. After a few seconds Wawan again said, 'And you also don't remember if we also have a temen that sounds melodious like a twin of Raisa?'

'Oh, yes, Wan! Elo, have you ever ranted before, right? Although ultimately failed to perform because of your hand sprain fitting SMP. But who the hell are we to sing well?' I asked Wagner very curious.

'That's the Novia. Cook you don't remember when he sang at Wasana Warsa Junior High. Her voice was exactly Raisa.'

'Oohh Novia, yes really you! How lucky to have your tea, bro! I'm sure you can be a good drummer later! Friend's spirit!'

We finally decided to form a band. Later in the day just waiting for certainty that Novia also wants to join our band. Shortly after, the army called the entire pascibra army to return to training. I immediately got out of my seat and couldn't wait for the daylight hours where the fate of my band was at stake.

The afternoon finally arrived and we gathered in the cafeteria near the school grounds. Without thinking, I immediately asked Wawan. 'How's wan? Novia want to?'

'Ask his own son.' Wawan told me to ask Novia directly. Coincidentally Novia is also a member of the subdistrict paskibra. After Novia approached us, I immediately opened the conversation.

'Hello Novia's. How are you?' I tried to talk first.

'okay. Wawan said I was told to join your band group huh?' tanya Novia went straight to the subject.

'Yes nov. How's it? You want to not?' return me to Novia.

'Actually I am.' Novia replied in a somewhat doubtful tone. It seems like this is the end of my newly formed band this morning.

'Gue what nov?' ask me impatiently. And Novia's reply made us very surprised.

'Gue wants to bungeeet!' that answer is what got me excited.

'But..' Novia again hesitated.

'But what nov?' ask Wawan.

'But I'm. but I am. but I am. but I am. but I can't wait to do a spit of practice with you guys! Ahaha!' Novia is good at kidding. Twice he nearly blew my heart.

We continued the conversation until the afternoon. We exchanged ideas about what songs we would work on later. After a long time, I knew what music genres each of my friends liked. Arya is an old-faced young man who loves mellow songs. Sad songs are just that. Wawan is a quiet guy who really likes reggae songs. If asked to drum ala reggae surely he can. But if it's a song other than reggae I don't know what he can do. Proceed to Satrio 'the dashing one', from the looks of him dressed, it already seems that he's a hardcore kid. Hardcore hats, hardcore shoes, hardcore jackets, and other hardcore comrades. If there is a hardcore band gig in the Semarang area, he will certainly not be absent for rocking the phosphites. He was very fond of Asking Alexandria. Novia's vocalist, she really likes RnB songs. Her voice was exactly Raisa, so there was no need to ask anymore. As for myself, I told you that I like pop punk music. Distasteful music because of my combo and music that has higher art than other music according to me. From the genre it already seems that we are all different. But this does not dampen our spirit to unite towards an extraordinary band formation.

Our first target is a gig at the school wasana warsa event. The songs that we will work on are old school songs that are not easy to carry later. The first and second songs are songs by the band Chocolate, whose title is Karma and Bendera. And the last song we will bring is a song owned by Killing Me Inside, which is titled Let it be.

The first practice has finally arrived, we have all prepared ourselves before. From Arya and Satrio who are busy playing guitar, Novia who memorizes songs, Wawan who is busy mukulin bucket (in the house there is no drum). As for me, I actually still doubt what bass playing is not. It was only in time that our band broke into the studio for the first time.

'Where? Are you all ready?' ask me to the team.

'Udah dong! Novia already memorized the song?' satrio replied, then asked Novia. It seems that between Novia and Satrio there is something different. They may have a love location in this band.

'Udah! Yuk!'

The results of the first month of training are quite dizzying, the second month of training is also the same as cleaning up. The third month of practice has been progressing, but there is still less clop and a lot of conflicting input that makes the song not so-so. Unexpectedly, Arya who is good at cheap acoustic guitar meth at home can not even be as good when the melody meth in the studio. Satrio is good with Novia. If Wawan is still stiff, but what is more rigid is me. This was my first experience with bass for months and I didn't know the technique. The end result is my hand that for three months has grown larger by calluses.

'How about men? Wasana Warsa is only three months away from cooking we are still kayak gini. Kirain will be immediately extraordinary, if you think we are losing far the same dead duck rock let alone the same stand up reggae!' Satrio started thinking about the fate of the band. And I finally got an idea.

'Udah calm, we just got together, our genre is also different, if it fails yes understand. This month, you don't have to enter the studio. We focus on arranging first at his house novia, find the right composition for us. If you just entered the studio. How's it?'

Everyone agrees with my idea. The fourth month, my band rehearsed at the novia house, with 3 guitars and a few buckets for Wawan, we tried to harmonize our abilities. And the fifth month we're back in the studio.

'YUK READY!!' yell everything.

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