We Only Come Out At Night

Chapter 8

*A Few Days Later*
Vinny's POV

Come on Vinny. Just don't mess this up and we are good. Don't you want to move to a better place? Don't. Mess. This. Up.
I pulled up to Chris's house and took a deep breath before texting Chris I was here.
Me: Hey I'm here.
Chris: hey man come on to the door.
I stepped out of the car and walked nervously to the door.
What if they don't like my drumming skills? What if they look at me and think I can't be in the band because of how I dress?
What if I mess up their songs?
Should I have brought sticks?
Oh God, I didn't bring sticks.
I should have brought sticks.
I'm such an idiot.
I walked up the steps of Chris's house and knocked on the door louder than I should have.
"Hey, man, how are you?" Chris asked me as he opened the door.
"Pretty good. Nervous as hell," shit I shouldn't have said that. I followed Chris into the studio room where the four other guys sat. Some with guitars and was playing with his keyboard.
"Guys," Chris said as he walked into the room, "This is Vinny. He's here to fill in for Angelo."
Three of the guys said hello but the one with the blonde in his hair did not. He stared at me with intensity, almost like he hated me. What is this guy's problem? I haven't even played, he can't already hate me.
"Well, as long as you don't get rid of me, I think we're good." The guy with the two lip piercings said laughing. Chris smacked him on the head and turned to me.
"Show us what you've got. You brought sticks right?"
"Uh, actually..." My voice trailed off. Shit. I'm such an idiot. I knew I should've brought sticks.
The keyboard guy stood up and walked over to the drummer and pulled out two black drumsticks and handed them to me, "Here. Angelo used these for practice."
"Thank you." I sat down at the kit and looked up at the rest of the guys. The guy who apparently does not like me talked first.
"Aren't you going to play something? We've got stuff to do."
"Well, what do you want me to play?"
Chris spoke up, "Play something you really enjoy. Anything."
I took out my phone and asked for some headphones. When I got the headphones connected, I scrolled through my songs and found Drake's "Too Much." I pick up the sticks and start the beginning.
At first it went great. I was really into it but during the chorus I messed up a few triplets which pissed me off because I've played that song for forever. Towards the end of the song I messed up a super simple roll and I stopped the song prematurely and looked at the guys.
"So what do you think?" I asked them. They seemed confused but the guy that hated me looked disinterested.
"Give us one second," Chris smiled and pulled the others out of the room. I could not hear them very well so I started texting Gisella.
Me: Hey. I'm at Chris's and I auditioned.
Baby Girl: Really?? How did it go?
Me: :///// I totally sucked. They are discussing it now.
Baby Girl: You didn't suck. That's my job ;)
If you insist Baby Girl.
Gisella sent me that text right as the guys were walking in.