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                  why nothing makes sense                  
                      -by soarin562-                       
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                     I'm getting old.                      
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I'm getting old.
Ch 1/// I'm getting old
"Mr. Rush! That was amazing!" The amazed fan said, with gliseng eyes"ohhhh, its nothing-really" replying to the half alive kid who's heart was racing, you could almost hear it. But then max could also hear the whole croud, screaming his name, wanting his auto graph." I'm getting old for this" max replied to to himself as he ran through the puddles to his car. Max had a porshe 911 turbo charged lynx adition, just made for him, he opened the door and left the parking lot, honking his horn  at the fans, who have gone crazzy over his saxophone. Proably the most expensive one he had ever bought, he adored it and pratically sleeped withit sometimes."damn" he whispered to himself, yelling at his brain and screming in his head how did I miss that e flat, o well, no one perfect.
Max was proabbly the most talented musician in america, almost can play 20 diffrent instruments, including the tuba. But his favorite was the alto sax, he could play as fast as asnare drum rolling in 32 triplets(very very fast)