Bunny - Battle of the bands

Chapter 2

"Moop stands for Matter Out Of Place. It's a burning man reference."

"What does that have to do with burning man?"

"I don't know, dude. I just know burning man is a badass event, and we are gonna be a badass band."

"Fair enough." Stan turns to the other two boys, "Any objections to Moop?"

They both shake their heads.

"Perfect. Now we just need a manager... Let's all ask around."

The boys all get up and spread out, asking people if they want to manage the band, but everyone says in more or less words that they would rather die.

Eric Cartman is the only one who got a candidate. It was a short blonde boy named Leopold. People called him Butters.

Kenny rolls his eyes, "Really? Butters?"

"Dude, we don't have any other options. He's good at math, the best in our class. We could just ignore him, as long as we have a manager it's fine."

Butters cut in, "I get some of the pay, right?"

Eric gives him a fake smile, "Oooff courrsee!" He elongates his words when he lies.

Kenny knew what was happening, he knew this poor guy was going to get scammed out of his cut but he didn't know him well enough to care.

"Oh, good." Butters smiles sweetly at the boys.

Stan pulls out the application form and fills it out, "All set! Let's go turn it in!"

They go down to the office and turn in their sheet just in time for lunch to end.

Kyle gets everyone's attention. "Hey, guys? Come to my place after school. You too Butters, we need to get our stuff sorted out. We can use my garage. Bring your instruments."

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Kenny shows up at Kyle's house with his guitar. He got it from a donation to his free guitar class. It was old and ugly but it worked just fine if he tuned it often enough.

Butters was the only one other than Kyle that had shown up so far.

Kyle greets Kenny in front of his house, "Go ahead into the garage, Butters is in there and the others should be here soon."

Kyle's garage was cluttered, but the clutter was all pushed to the walls so they could use the space to play.

"Hey, Kenny!" Butters greets Kenny with a smile.

"Hey." Kenny sits down on the stools next to Butters.

It was awkward, Kenny didn't know what to say.

Butters speaks first, "So... you play guitar?"

"Yeah. I learned last year. I'm not great but it's fun."

"Can you show me?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you show me how you play? Just play something or... I mean you don't have to... It's okay..."

"No, I can play."

Kenny puts the strap over his shoulder and takes out his guitar pick. He plays a few notes over and over to create a tune.

Butters watches Kenny's hands closely, infatuated with his playing.