“If this guitar could talk…..” Barry said as he pulled the cord out that connects it to the amplifier. His breath reeked so much of bad habits that it could be perceived back by the drum kit.
“Yeah man, living the life!” Steve said as he, too, unplugged his bass with an equally offensive odor emanating from his mouth.
“We´re really living the life. We actually get paid for this shit, man”, Barry said.
“Not very good, but shit, we get to drink and fuck for free” Steve replied.
“Yeah, how many chumps from high school pull down around what we do but with none of the perks….and they have to put in a whole lot more hours” Barry said as he extended his pointer and middle fingers as to make quotation marks at the word “perks”.
“Most them fools have kids and shit, just weighing them down” Steve added.
“Fuck that. Now let´s party!” Barry said as he snapped the case of his guitar shut. Steve did the same and they both left the room.
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After a few moments of silence and when it felt the coast was clear, the guitar piped up. “Hey bass, you hear those losers?”
“Yeah, they don´t even know their losers. How did we end up with them?” the bass sighed.
The drums then chimed in “They barely even get a girl once a month, without paying, and they think they are some kind of studs”
“They are right about the drinking though, they got that part down pat” the guitar said.
“Yeah, remember that fucking idiot Steve puked on me a few weeks back?” the bass said.
“Uh, huh” the drums and guitar said in unison.
“Why couldn´t we have been bought by some accountant type that a picks us up a few times a year to noodle on instead of these wanna-be jack offs?” the guitar queried.
“Even some random office type that plays in a shitty cover back from time to time would be better than this shit” the bass opined.
The drums and guitar grunted in agreement.
“Oh well, good night guys” the guitar said.
“Good night” the bass and drums answered.
By Ryan 