Sunday, August 31, 2014

Why The Hell Are You SO SAD??

And then she blew up.

"What the fuck are you thinking? Why the Hell are we DOING this?  If you are going to be such a FUCKING BASTARD about everything, why the FUCK am I devoting so much time to you?? I have to apologize to EVERYONE we meet about how awful you are, just so we can try to make music.  But EVERYTHING has to be done your way, even when YOU can't stay on pitch and you forget the chords!!

The band wasn't used to her swearing so sincerely.  Or even her screaming at the top of her lungs.  In short, she was the one who had kept everyone together.  They all kept their eyes low to the ground and thought about how much much was in their bank account.  And if they could get back that gig they had so smugly said NO to.

The high wire/wired act was over.

"I don't need to take this!" he said and slung his guitar up over his shoulder, getting tangled in the cable and custom Japanese shoulderstrap at the same time.

"Yes, you do!  See how awful it is to work with someone who screams, who yells?  We all do this to make you happy. You do this to make you happy-but you are so stuck inside yourself that you can't see happiness  , she stepped into his potential path and he stopped.  Stuck listening to her, waiting for his next opportunity to exit the scene on stage.

It was all true.


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