2Ds P.O.V
The auditions began. I wasn't too happy about leaving Russ, but he is too big for any drum set. At least Russ has agreed with us wanting to find a drummer.
"You're fucking garbage!" Murdoc screeches at a hippie, slamming his fist on the table sending his beer can flying in the air. This continued for 3 hours. I miss Russel. He was actually good. And nice. And he wasn't a hippie.
"DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY!" Murdoc yells at a young looking girl, who is sulking and walking out of the exit.
"I'm going out for a fag." Murdoc stormed out with his fingers clenched into a fist.
Noodle sat there, being silent. There wasn't a noise in the room except her fingers tapping against the plastic table. It sounded like her guitar solo in Feel Good Inc.
"Are the auditions closed.." a quiet voice peeped.
"Come in luv'." I said comfortably.
She came and sat behind the drum set. As she came into the the drum solo, she tapped the pedal for the double bass drum, and made no eye contact. As she hit the drums, beautiful melancholy beats came out.
"STOP!" "Your in the band." Murdoc says, with his trademark sharp tooth smile.
"I 'fink that's what everyone 'finks 'ere." I join, smiling.
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