Four years ago we were thrown on stage for the first time. I was surrounded by friends that had a passion for music. Our desire to perform on stage was strong but no one wanted to be a leader. They were not ready to start a career in music yet. We worked together as a group and visited each other's house on weekly basis. I started trying out solo performances without a band. I was kind of limited, stuck in the middle of song hooks without adlibs expression. I could remember my friends would shout, "Dig it boy, ma jio tutu', keep it jamming." I could not meet up to their expectations but they knew I was good in my act, but limited as a solo performer. One day I realized I was ready to launch into the music industry I took up the challenge of starting a band after longs months of sleepless nights. I was not sure who would join the band or be a part of it. I expressed my invitation to my friends after sharing my vision and aim with them. It was a six vocal mix gender band and we were all excited about it. Different people with distinctive talent abilities. The low tone tenor, high pitch sopranos, a stage moving dancer who became a tenor singer, "always jealous" altos and others with various abilities. My elder brother who was six years older than me would always sit with us and record our rehearsals on his laptop. He was interested in joining the band. He would wake me up at night and tell me how to get the music going, plan my school assignments, and work with rehearsals.The always motivating brother soon became our manager. After three months of planning and figuring out our abilities, we started working on our first outing concert. We would practice stage moves, expression and dance steps in front of the mirror. Long hours of serious rehearsal and blending our abilities as one became a habit. Our manager would shout, "One band, one sound. Put away your personal ego, blend it in. Ema lo bugbane concerti o." You cannot make a mess of y