Comments and questions flooded forums, bulletins blogs; many not too friendly, a bunch critical, but there were many others that were very supportive and happy about, and they were not simply Arnel Pineda’s compatriots.

As a musician myself, it is a dream to one day make it big, and making it big does not necessarily mean fame or fortune, for some it is all about getting their music out; but knowing how the music business is run, the fame and fortune come hand in hand.

But going back to Arnel Pineda, many people ask if he had the talent, the skill… “could he pull it off?” Well, I like many others who have grown up to Journey’s music are rooting for the guy, and we will eventually find out. From what we read on the news, they are busy recording a new album that is set for release in July 2008, a date to coincide with an anticipated tour.

So if I were to be asked if he has got it? The skill, the talent… I’d say absolutely. But will he make it with Journey? I hope so, but only time will tell, as there are other factors that come into play, but with the kind of difficulties Arnel has overcome in life, this new challenge may be a walk in the park.

In December, Journey released an official statement, and introduced the new lead vocalist for Journey, Arnel Pineda; and fans who are against it will have to give him a chance, for if Neal and the guys thought that Arnel is good enough, then he really must be and deserves a chance.

We wish Arnel the best of luck on his exciting new journey.

I thought it might be worth a listen.

Here are the dummy lyrics to the song, by dummy I mean it as temporary, just some lines to fill up the demo and try to get it to make some sense.

I
I’m in a stage of denial.

On this dark hour of my trial, as you lay there and you’re sleeping, the alcohol is kicking in.

II
I’m admiring, and contemplating on the plan that is hatching and though I try, I fail to hide my intentions on this night.

I wanna grasp, instead I clasp my hands together and fall down on my knees, I feel that need but my evil thoughts then cease, my conscience is calling. Holding back my teenage fantasies from coming to life.

III
The party’s over and I’ve long been waiting; salivating and I’m throbbing at the sight of your thighs, excruciating pain your causing!

My belt buckle is suppressing testosterone that’s raging in me, like a monkey and his banana you’re awake and I ask, so you wanna? Make my teenage fantasies come, alive.

Chorus:
Did you say no.
Or you wanna go home now.

IV
You say I’m a loser.
I’m one sick drunk and abuser, but can you blame me for just trying? If I didn’t I’d be lying to my self.

Looking for a chance to get in your pants and fail as usual, this never ending cycle has to end or do I have to spend to make my teenage fantasies come, alive.