Andrew obviously wasn’t planning on dropping out of college when he started. But it only took him a couple months to realize that he didn’t want to pursue some stupid English major. He wanted to make music.

It was a big dream, one that most thought he was silly for dropping out of college for.

But Andrew wanted to put music out to the world, to continue performing in front of crowds, no matter how big or small.

So, with a whole lot of bravery and hope that this whole thing wouldn’t be a disaster, Andrew dropped out of college and moved back home to Wicklow.

Over time, Andrew had managed to form a small band, working a minimum wage job just to get better equipment. If Andrew was going to achieve his dream, he was going to work hard for it.

So, here he was today, in the basement of his apartment with his little band. They were all just kind of free-styling in an attempt to spark an idea or the beginning of what could be a good body of music.

That was when a bass line caught his attention, he glanced up from his acoustic guitar, all focus now on you as you continued to play with the notes.

“I liked that. Play it again.” Andrew spoke up, drumming his fingers along the wood of his guitar.