PureVolume

One day, Justin decided to form a band. He left his house and began wandering around outside. Nearby, he met up with a fantastic guitarist. He convinced this six-string guru to join his effort to make pretty much the best music in the world. Next, him and the six-string prodigy met up with a bassist. This wasn't just any bassist; this bassist kicked so much ass, he had both legs in casts. Unfortunately, this bassist was only interested in shitty music, so Justin and the six-string wonder had to move on. Eventually, they ran into an drummer. Once again, this wasn't just any drummer. This guy was THE wizard of two sticks. He was magical. Obviously, this was gonna be the best damn band to ever spring up from the Camas/Vancouver area. Justin, the guitarist and the drummer kept walking on and finally met up with an accordian player. This wasn't just any accordian player, of course; this was the best damn accordian player there was (must've been that kind of day...). Unfortunately, he was still an accordian player, so Justin, the guitarist and the drummer both avoided eye contact and pretended to be techno geeks (no offense to techno geeks).

All of a sudden, the guitarist and the drummer realized that Justin didn't know how to do anything! He couldn't play guitar, he couldn't play drums, and he sure as hell could not sing. But then it turned out ok because the guitarist and drummer were imaginary anyways.

Justin finally stopped wandering around and came home.
He decided to pretend to play guitar, pretend to sing, and pretend to play the drums.
...but he's still gonna make the best damn music in the world. :D

More recently, Justin has been playing sold-out shows all over in his imagination. His legions of adoring fans basically tear his clothes off wherever he goes. This got to be annoying and he soon got tired of imagining new clothes for himself. Now he spends less time in his imagination and more time in reality. He doesn't find reality as entertaining, but he supposes it'll be alright in the end.