My own Music Journey Part 3

Time came for me to go back home to daddy and mammy, but the past year had done something to me that would really help, made me grow up. Now I was looking forward to work, to earn some money... and to party hard.
My first job was in a book distribution warehouse, and there you would find many, many, maaaaany books, from little calligraphy booklets, to heavy pounders that you could only carry something like two at the time, three if you had muscles like a body builder from Austria.
There, I found my self singing on the solitude of the immenseness of that warehouse, with a team of only nine workers, and a place as big as “Nou Camp”, it was easy to drift away mentally and end up singing on full voice, something that is nice if you have a good voice, and in my case I thought that I was a rock star, so imagine, I did got a lot of practice.
I never thought that I was a good singer, but one day, on a night out we ended up in a karaoke and I ended up singing, and to my surprise it sounded quite cool, so when one of my mates from my hood ask me to go and see his band practicing he didn’t needed to ask me twice. Once there I realized that they didn’t had a singer, and then after some drinks and a few smokes I got ask to have a go at singing, and then I became the lead singer. By then, I already got my self an electric guitar and an amp, and I didn’t just sing, I was also playing the guitar, so I was well happy.
We only had two gigs when the lead guitarist and the drummer had a massive argument, and because they where both a pair of idiots we ended up splitting, plus the fact that the guitarist was the owner of the practice room had a lot to do to.
By then, my musical influence was quite rich and varied and because of it I could maintain a decent conversation with any estranger, because one thing we all have in common is that we like some kind of music, and many of us like to talk about it.