A boy wakes up at the brink of night. He’s being carried inside by his grandfather. Confused by his surroundings, and the people in him. That’s me. Jason Alexander Cook, or er well, maybe. That kid has no idea just what he’s getting into by being alive. So, who am I? What am I? Heck if I know. I’m as much of a mystery to myself as I am to everybody else. Is that a boy? Is that a girl? Certainly looks like a boy. Smells like a boy. So is it a boy? Maybe. This is a story of confusion. A story of uncertainty and self-hatred. Stress, anxiety and depression ruling a person’s life. Anyways, I should start the story. I don’t remember much as a baby. All I can really remember is that I really wanted to be a singer. I know, stupid. I don’t exactly…show more content… But it was a stupid kid’s dumb dream. And it’s what influenced me wanting to be in the entertainment industry. Something that’s still stuck with me today, but rather than staying as a singer, I’ve moved on to a more traditional type of music. I also use to roleplay with toys a lot. I would come up with elaborate stories for them. I didn’t just make them fight all the time and bash them together. I gave them character and depth. I’m no hack when it comes to my toys. Oh, and I puked on my first day of school, so you can laugh at that. One of the first major things that truly affected my life was when I got a GameBoy Advanced. At first I hated it, because I thought that video games were for nerds. Especially Pokemon, which is exactly the video game that I got. Let me set the scene. So this happened at Christmas time during my first time in first grade. At this point, I was failing first grade and had absolutely no idea what that meant. And now, I lived in school. I mean, I actually lived inside a school building. So my mother had a boyfriend named…show more content… That’s not true, but, I didn’t have a better way of starting this part off. In 8th grade, I was pressured to join band. So I did. And it sucked. For the first couple of weeks I was on saxophone, and I felt I was doing pretty good for a beginner, but I guess Mejia didn’t think that way, so he booted me off of it. And then he put me on a trombone mouthpiece. For the rest of the year. This is why I don’t count 8th grade as a year that I actually was in music. But one thing this did do, however, was make me mad at Mejia. So mad in fact, that I made a promise to myself. In high school, no matter how much I wanted to quit band, no matter how hard it got or how much I sucked, I wouldn’t quit. And I’ve kept that promise. I was absolutely terrible starting off my Freshman year. And I continued to be terrible through Sophomore year too. Freshman year was the Queen show. And my favorite of the four that we’ve done. At this point, I was on trombone. And I guess Mejia wasn’t expecting me to be in band, because he didn’t actually have a spot for me to march in the opener. Eventually he threw something together and I was in. Marching was the most physical activity I have ever done in my life. But, luckily it’s very rewarding. When we went to play at the ULM contest, that’s the most exhilarating I’ve ever felt in my life. On one of the last sets, was a company front. Basically it’s where everyone stood in and straight line and guided inwards, rather than to the
