"Yeaaahh," Orsino said slowly, frowning and pulling the bag up into his lap. He always had an extra pair or two for this sort of session, but somehow they'd wound up buried on the bottom tonight. Finally extracting two new sticks, he tossed the bag back down, along with the unbroken stick from before. It was hardly the same of smashing a guitar, he thought. More like breaking a string - somewhat inevitable and always annoying.
Tapping them against the rim of one of the toms, he raised an eyebrow. "That idea sounds lovely, really. Top notch. Can't imagine why we haven't done that at every show."