FEATURING→ Open RATED→ PG-13 for Musician humor to follow
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Atlee took a deep breath and tuned her guitar, singing softly to herself, an hour into her open audition for her new band, an hour of no one showing up, not even a call. "Fuck, everyone said post on craigslist, post flyers all around town... what do I get? Jack. fucking. shit." She sighed to no one in particular. "Fucking bullshit."
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He was late to everything. It was like his internal clock was set to stuck. Maybe he smoked too much weed in high school, maybe his mother smoked too much weed in high school, whatever the cause, the effects were a lack of a concept of time, the ability to fall asleep anywhere and frequent zoning out.
He checked the address three times. He needed a new band ever since two of his ex band members got girls pregnant and the whole thing disbanded. He didn't care that the front runner for the band seemed to be a chick, even. He just wanted to play.
"Hey..." He said as he stepped in, "Is this the auditions?"