The পরবর্তি weekend, the boys were at their club again, but this time with a few differences. When the curtain opened, it was to reveal a band of four at their instruments, poised and confident and ready to play. And that wasn't the only new thing. During the week, Jimmy's dad had agreed to go get the front of his son's খাদ drum painted. The drum now proudly displayed the group's new name.
Les started them off with a riff, and the others followed right in, Charles and Felix keeping rhythm and sometimes playing off each other and doing something আরো daring and fancy, Jimmy keeping time on his drums and joking with the audience between numbers. They played a number of sixties and seventies rock songs, and soon had almost the whole club up on their feet, dancing and গান গাওয়া along.
At a corner টেবিল sat an older gentleman with a kind face, sipping a cup of tea. He watched the boys with interest, impressed দ্বারা their talent in interpreting these songs from his own youth. They were too talented to only go as far as playing a small nightclub, he thought.
The band's set ended and they took their bows, the crowd still calling out for more, cheering the band, calling out their name. “A Wave Tossed In the Ocean! A Wave Tossed In the Ocean!”
In the club's small backstage room, the boys put their instruments away, flushed and happy. “We did it, men!” cheered Les. “Let's give ourselves a round of applause!”
“We are the best!” grinned Charles.
“They do seem to think so,” agreed Felix আরো modestly.
“And they প্রণয় your name idea,” Jimmy added. “Listen to them calling it!”
Les gave a small smile. “There's meaning behind it. Even if they don't know about that, they still know this name is right.”
Felix laid a hand on Les's shoulder. “I think that's the best thing আপনি could do with your father's comment. My father always told me, when I was upset, to just put it in my সঙ্গীত instead of bottling it up অথবা complaining about it. That's what I always do now.”
“Wait, আপনি write songs?” Charles demanded. “And why did we not hear of this? We could play originals!”
“Yeah!” cheered Jimmy. “I know Les and I could write some great ones.”
Les beamed, as Felix just smiled and gave a small shrug in response to Charles. লেখা original songs... that would be taking his band to a whole new level....
A knock sounded at the backstage door. One of the club employees poked his head around the door.
“Excuse me, A Wave Tossed In the Ocean –” Les grinned at being properly addressed দ্বারা his new band name – “someone from the audience wants to talk to you. An older gentleman.”
A fan? Les could hardly stand still from excitement. “Send him in!”
Les started them off with a riff, and the others followed right in, Charles and Felix keeping rhythm and sometimes playing off each other and doing something আরো daring and fancy, Jimmy keeping time on his drums and joking with the audience between numbers. They played a number of sixties and seventies rock songs, and soon had almost the whole club up on their feet, dancing and গান গাওয়া along.
At a corner টেবিল sat an older gentleman with a kind face, sipping a cup of tea. He watched the boys with interest, impressed দ্বারা their talent in interpreting these songs from his own youth. They were too talented to only go as far as playing a small nightclub, he thought.
The band's set ended and they took their bows, the crowd still calling out for more, cheering the band, calling out their name. “A Wave Tossed In the Ocean! A Wave Tossed In the Ocean!”
In the club's small backstage room, the boys put their instruments away, flushed and happy. “We did it, men!” cheered Les. “Let's give ourselves a round of applause!”
“We are the best!” grinned Charles.
“They do seem to think so,” agreed Felix আরো modestly.
“And they প্রণয় your name idea,” Jimmy added. “Listen to them calling it!”
Les gave a small smile. “There's meaning behind it. Even if they don't know about that, they still know this name is right.”
Felix laid a hand on Les's shoulder. “I think that's the best thing আপনি could do with your father's comment. My father always told me, when I was upset, to just put it in my সঙ্গীত instead of bottling it up অথবা complaining about it. That's what I always do now.”
“Wait, আপনি write songs?” Charles demanded. “And why did we not hear of this? We could play originals!”
“Yeah!” cheered Jimmy. “I know Les and I could write some great ones.”
Les beamed, as Felix just smiled and gave a small shrug in response to Charles. লেখা original songs... that would be taking his band to a whole new level....
A knock sounded at the backstage door. One of the club employees poked his head around the door.
“Excuse me, A Wave Tossed In the Ocean –” Les grinned at being properly addressed দ্বারা his new band name – “someone from the audience wants to talk to you. An older gentleman.”
A fan? Les could hardly stand still from excitement. “Send him in!”
