I never expected on my usual Thursday walk for there to be flyers everywhere. It wasn't even different things, just the same flyer. I counted 39 of those fucking flyers. 39 FLYERS OF THE SAME THING. My curiosity got the better of me so I grabbed one and read it.
"Are you interested in being in a band? Well you're in luck! There is a spot for YOU RIGHT NOW!!! Call the number below to submit your application for the band!! The instruments that will be accepted are the following: Electric Guitar, Guitar, Keyboard, Drums. Call: 929-909-6684 to submit applications!"
A band? I mean, I kinda wanted a change of pace in my life- but a band?? I haven't picked up an instrument since high school! Guitar Ensemble was a mid club. NEVER JOIN GUITAR ENSEMBLE. But honestly, I felt like this could be worth a shot at doing. So I brought the flyer home with me.
This is dumb. But who honestly cares. I dialed the number on the flyer and the dude on the other end picked up.
"Hello?"
"Are you calling about the band flyer?"
"Yes, I am interested in being the guitarist in this band."
"Do you have any history with guitars?"
"I was in my high school's guitar ensemble. The club was mediocre but I still remember the basics."
"Great! Come to 69 Fake Street Name on Friday for auditions! Oh- And don't forget to bring your guitar!"
"Ok!"
I hung up the phone. Well, time to find that dusty old guitar from 11th grade... It didn't take my long to find it and it was in a surprisingly good condition considering it was hid in the attic for 5 years. To pass the time I looked up like 15 guitar tutorials so I wasn't completely clueless tomorrow. By 6 PM, I felt ready for the audition tomorrow.
