Bio
Here's a potential bio I wrote for the Model U.N. As follows:
According to popular myth, the story of the Model U.N. began when A.W. Mills was attacked by wolves. He was attacked in a forest late at night on his way to a model U.N. meeting at his high school. A.W. Mills was not hurt by the wolves, but he destroyed his only banjo in the process of fighting the creatures off. It was quite a coincidence that one of A.W.'s model U.N. associates, Sean Neesley, was a banjo-smith. Sean apparently took A.W. to his grandmother's house, where they had biscuits and tea. Sean went to his workshop in the garage to try to fix the banjo and A.W. Mills received a stern scolding from Sean's grandmother for trying to sniff some model airplane glue he found in her kitchen. Legend has it that Sean was not able to fix the banjo that afternoon because he and A.W. were both summoned to the backyard by a strange racket. The sound was apparently created by one Scott Sticker, who was found in the backyard completely naked pounding on an old tree stump and screaming some incoherent nonsense about wanting to be a heavy metal drummer. Seeing the these coincidences were powerful and intriguing, the three young men decided to form a rock band. They jammed for a while in the back yard using only the broken banjo, the tree stump, and an old slide whistle that Sean's grandmother had lying around. Realising that the racket was not hideous enough, the three decided they needed a fourth member, at which point Sean made a phone call to his half-cousin Jeff "The Gift that Keeps on" Givens, a semi-famous knife juggler from Alberquerque, N.M. Jeff said that he would love to come to Texas because he was on the run from the law anyway, so the group agreed to meet with him the following week. In the proceeding months, the group played music, finger painted, and made several types of zuchini bread together, and a bond was formed. They decided to call their rock band the Model U.N., named for the high school meeting that A.W. Mills was on his way to attend when he was attacked by wolves. A.W. joked that if the group were the real U.N., he would be America. They all laughed at his preposterous ego and went back to working on the blue prints for a strange, laser-beam wielding death machine they planned on using to persuade people to come to their rock n roll shows.
According to popular myth, the story of the Model U.N. began when A.W. Mills was attacked by wolves. He was attacked in a forest late at night on his way to a model U.N. meeting at his high school. A.W. Mills was not hurt by the wolves, but he destroyed his only banjo in the process of fighting the creatures off. It was quite a coincidence that one of A.W.'s model U.N. associates, Sean Neesley, was a banjo-smith. Sean apparently took A.W. to his grandmother's house, where they had biscuits and tea. Sean went to his workshop in the garage to try to fix the banjo and A.W. Mills received a stern scolding from Sean's grandmother for trying to sniff some model airplane glue he found in her kitchen. Legend has it that Sean was not able to fix the banjo that afternoon because he and A.W. were both summoned to the backyard by a strange racket. The sound was apparently created by one Scott Sticker, who was found in the backyard completely naked pounding on an old tree stump and screaming some incoherent nonsense about wanting to be a heavy metal drummer. Seeing the these coincidences were powerful and intriguing, the three young men decided to form a rock band. They jammed for a while in the back yard using only the broken banjo, the tree stump, and an old slide whistle that Sean's grandmother had lying around. Realising that the racket was not hideous enough, the three decided they needed a fourth member, at which point Sean made a phone call to his half-cousin Jeff "The Gift that Keeps on" Givens, a semi-famous knife juggler from Alberquerque, N.M. Jeff said that he would love to come to Texas because he was on the run from the law anyway, so the group agreed to meet with him the following week. In the proceeding months, the group played music, finger painted, and made several types of zuchini bread together, and a bond was formed. They decided to call their rock band the Model U.N., named for the high school meeting that A.W. Mills was on his way to attend when he was attacked by wolves. A.W. joked that if the group were the real U.N., he would be America. They all laughed at his preposterous ego and went back to working on the blue prints for a strange, laser-beam wielding death machine they planned on using to persuade people to come to their rock n roll shows.