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Date Posted: 14:45:35 06/22/02 Sat
Author: Sourground
Subject: ..Practice..

..//The red head sat behind her drum set, after helping Ethan fix the amp and still pissed off about that damn girl. She moves her high hat in a bit and adjusts one of the drums. Someone must've bumped into them last nite. Probably David. David comes out of his room, his electric guitar already on but not plugged in, talking over his shoulder to Ethan who looked a little confused carrying his electric base.
I dunno David.. I think we should go back down there. leave a message or something
They were talking about the Label company. Juliana comes walking down the stairs, carrying her guitar case. She puts it down and unzips the guitar from its holder. She doesn't plug it into the amp but plays it noiselessy just going through the chords of a song. Chad comes down the stairs carrying both his bass and his electric slung over each shoulder. He must've just got out of the shower. His hair was still damp. Him, Ethan and David start to plug their guitars in while Juliana continues to fool around with her noiseless playing. Except for the odd comment everyone was quiet, focused and trying to concentrate. Juliana plugs in her quitar and adjusts the volume along with the others. Mikayla starts playing around with a drum solo. She stops a few minutes later, never losing a beat.
Hey David, wanna pass me that other stick. Fucken thing snapped on me. Peice of Shit She says putting a broken one down. He grins and hands it to her knowing she played half that solo with a broken stick and it was still flawless, effortless and more then what some of the best drummers could do with two sticks. They all take their places and Chad smiles
Rock on

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