Thursday 29th November 1979, Washington D.C.
Harvey and John both aged 19 and LJ aged 16, were in the eldest teen's room, with the older boys trying to get rid of the younger boy who was as usual doing the elder boys' heads in as they were trying to get their studies done, Harvey with his astronomy and John with his aviation, unbeknownst to Harvey the youngest of the three had nicked his Fender from his room and was now in his own room trying to play it, but because he's been a drummer for 13 years he doesn't really know how to play the guitar because obviously his oldest brother is a guitarist, John has tried to play but got nowhere and left the guitar playing skills with his brother, Harvey. The trio of brothers have always annoyed one another, one way or the other driving both Jack and Lee up the wall most of the time with their hair brained antics in annoying one or both of them.
"Where's my guitar? Where's that little shit put it now?" Asked Harvey as he's just noticed that his youngest brother has stole his guitar from his room
"Is that you just noticed? Wow, sometimes you really are stupid," answered John
"You shut up, you're no help,"
"Where's he put it, I bet it's in his room,"
"No shit, Sherlock,"
"Fuck you, Watson,"
"I need to get it back,"
"We'll get it back, just calm the fuck down,"
"Alright, whatever,". The two 19 year olds burst into the room of the 16 year old's startling him as he threw his drumsticks into the air in shock as he obviously didn't expect his brothers to burst into his room uninvited, Harvey stormed over to where his little brother was perched at his drum kit, and asked more like yelled:
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GUITAR, YOU BASTARD?!" This frightened LJ as he was not expecting his eldest brother to yell at him over a guitar, which he knew the young man loved dearly.
"I-it's downstairs with the girls," answered LJ stuttering in the process as he referred to their sisters, Caroline, June and Audrey.
"Please don't kill me, Harvey," he continued, as he begged his eldest brother not to literally kill him, but of course he wouldn't do that... would he?...
"Why didn't you ask me if you could take it? And why have they got it anyway? Which one of them can even play guitar?" Questioned Harvey as he still couldn't get his head around the fact that his brother had took his guitar without his permission and was then showing said guitar to his sisters, he just couldn't understand how and why the younger boy had done it in the first place. An hour after the whole 'he did this and he did that' typical sibling excuse, between Harvey, Jack and Lee about LJ stealing the guitar, in his eyes "borrowing" it the elder teen finally got his beloved guitar back, he trudged upstairs to his room passing John on the way up who had a sort of smug grin plastered on his face, seeing this Harvey secretly flipped him off knowing all too well that his dads were still watching him.
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Written by: Liam Fray*
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