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Genevation: Pronunciation \ˈje-nə-və-shən\
noun: From Beginning to end |



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A painting with a bassist on the far left, a drummer at the back, a singer in the center, a guitarist on the right and the keyboards on the far right. |











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The deep and smooth sound of the bass guitar resounded in the dimly lit storage room. Feeling a strong vibration within my chest with each string I plucked, it felt as if each note was resonating in my chest. The mellow sound reminded me of coffee shops I’ve visited in the past, the sound calming me almost to the point that drowsiness was upon me. |
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The chaotic sound of the drums came in waking me from my trance. It blasted throughout the underground parking lot with such force it was surprising that the car alarms didn’t go off. The drums and the bass guitar complimented each other setting the tempo and beat of the song. The ear splitting rhythm of the drum was painful for the ears yet it was natural. It was like a sudden clap of thunder on a stormy night, shocking but at the same time expected. |
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The calm sound of the keyboards entered each note sharp and precise, rang within the corridor of the house above. The angelic sound of the keyboard was a contrast to the heavy and loud crashing sounds of the drums but it still blended in perfectly, like a painting with many different contrasting colors but creating a beautiful picture. |
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Then the guitars came in last, creating the distinct rhythmic tone, giving the song it’s distinct tune and personality. Not overpowering the other instruments but filling the gap between the deep, mellow bass, the loud, chaotic drums and the melodic and precise keyboards. Completing the ensemble. |
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With the whole band now playing it was like a painting, each figure in the painting tells its own story but even in doing so they as a whole create a single scene. We were like characters in a play, all of us playing our part in order to continue with the play. We were a band playing a beautiful song, telling a wonderful story, we were Genevation. |
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Then a voice rang out, a deep and raspy voice, it wasn’t the best of voices but it was a voice all the same. The voice started to form words for the song, words that fit the song, words that told a story. |
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The voiced died out now, the guitar toning down steadily, the keyboards slowing its pace, the drumbeats suppressed, and the bass indistinct now. And when the last note was played the song ended. |











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