Bridget's Rose Petals

Bass

6 Petals

Bass was my go to guy whenever I wanted help with music. He knew how to play pretty much every instrument, instruments I didn't even know existed. So one day he decided to start teaching me how to play guitar.

He was the best guitar player I knew. He knew a lot of popular songs that he would play to serenade girls. Bass wasn't ugly like Bob, he was actually kind of attractive.

One day he took me to an audition to be a bass guitar player for a popular band called 6Stringz. Their last bass player, Box was arrested for killing his girlfriend with a guitar.

Okay, well according to him, he didn't do it on purpose. His words were:

"She was alive after I hit her the first time!"

Apparently Box thought that statement would set him free. It didn't. Anyway, I thought my audition went pretty well. Then it was his turn. I thought he did pretty well and I was smiling way too much. At first I thought my smiles and giggles were because I'd known I'd done better than him. I soon realized that wasn't true.

After he got done he walked up to me and hugged me tight. As I stood there in my black skull covered shirt with the back out, I felt his soft hands slide down my bare back, and I liked it. I was beginning to realize I was breaking my number 1 rule. Never catch feelings for your friend. And if you can help it, just don't develop feelings at all.

He then said he would be right back and whispered something to the judges. I stood there in stupidity trying to get over my feelings before he came back.

Obviously, I couldn't and he returned shortly. He asked if wanted to go somewhere. I replied with, home.

He laughed and said alright. On the drive home I asked what he said to the judges, after receiving a text shortly after we left the audition. The message read:

"Sorry to inform you that we will not be hiring drug addicted freaks."

Hm. Drug addicted freaks? Bass gave me drugs at the audition to calm me down. So I guessed this must be related. When I told him what the message was and confronted him with my suspicions, he had a frozen look on his face which slowly turned into a smirk.

He said, and I quote:

"Look Bridget, you're just not ready for pro level music. So I told them not to hire you and to hire me instead so that way I can still tell you all about what happens but you won't ruin the band. Everyone's happy right? "

No Bass. Everyone is not happy. I'm not happy. But he didn't understand that. He kept telling me I didn't understand. But how could I not be ready if I was trained for years by the best?

So silently, I contemplated my options.
He said he doesn't like it when I get quiet. He said he feels like I'm plotting something. Right there, for the first time in his life, he was right.

When we got our my house he said:

"Hey, why don't you practice on my guitar a little and I'll put in good word? "

Okay. Bass. I'll..... Practice a little. For your love for noise and your hate for silence. For your need for the spotlight and your steps to popularity that includes destroying the lives of your so called "friends" like me. For your love for the sound of a bass guitar streaming to your ears. Okay Bass, let's practice.

With the strength of ill minded Box who once put a guitar to his girlfriends skull, I'll make sure that, that beautiful sound of the bass guitar is the last sound you'll ever hear.