"We've finished our first gig, this calls for celebration!" Ashton Irwin, one of my brother's bandmates slid in the living room with a giant grin on his face and a can of Bud Light in his hand.

"Yeah, baby! Toss me one," Calum Hood, my god forsaken brother, flung his hand out, demanding Ashton's drink. He reluctantly handed it over, from which Calum preceded to take a big chug of it.

This is our life, after all. Might as well make the best of it.

So as well, I did.