Leah looked down at her finger that had started bleeding by the time she noticed it. She pulled her guitar off and walked into the bathroom. She searched for a bandage for her finger and found one as quickly as she could but before she put it on she put one rubbing alcahol on it. She wrapped the bandage around it. She sat on the floor and sighed.
"Shit...." she muttered "that's gonna scar."
She texted the group chat if the band.
Leah: Guys I just cut my finger open.
TJ: well fuck, can you still play?
Peter: yeah, you good?
Cam: how bad is it?
Leah: it's pretty bad, it's definitely gonna scar. I don't know if I can still play, it just happened and I think I'm good.
Peter: how'd you cut it open?
Leah: guitar string. The uh the A string.
Cam: fuck that's a big cut.
Leah: yeah, it hurts like hell
The conversation dropped off at that, and Leah went back up to her room. Surprisingly enough, when she picked up her guitar and put it on to play it, the bandage didn't get in the way. She let out a sigh of relief. "Good to know that this peice of shit won't get in the way " she itched her nose and went back to practicing. The rest of her day was spent playing the different songs they worked on.
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Battle of the Band Classes
Teen FictionEDITED When someone says summer camp, most people think log cabins and lakes, but not this summer camp. People who go to this camp have the chance to live on a college campus, and take some great corses. This book follows the band kids and their str...
