Box of short stories with metal

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No. 2

As my friend has time to meet me,I jump up in joy. Finally his band has done their first EP! I can't wait to listen to it! My friend is the leader of this band and has a beautiful and strong voice. The others can play very well too, especially the guitar solos mostly were awesome. I'm sure, this EP's gonna be good. With the feeling of a good brand new day I smiled a little before I go to sleep.

The next day

"Oooooi!" I see him with his band sitting on a bench. But their faces somehow don't look like the relief of finishing the EP.

"Oh, hey, y/n."

The drummer at least responds. I can't really memorize the names of the band members. I needed a half year to really remember my friend's name though.

"Hey, y/n."

The others noticed me shortly after the drummer greeted.

"What is wrong with you? Couldn't you finish the EP yet?"

The lead guitarists face darkens.

"....No. We finished it. It's something else."

" You don't have to know."

The bassist adds.

Tz.... If they want to hide it, it must be a big problem, I know that too well from f/n and myself. The last time he broke both arms and disguised this fact to try to play guitar for almost two months. Jep, he really is self-conscious, even when he's in pain. I never saw anyone playing guitar in such bad conditions as him.

"Well, she may know it, I don't mind."

F/n calmly breathes out with a tinge of despair.

Him and despair? What happened..... I probably just sensed it wrong.

"The drums aren't rhythmic."

"When we recorded, someone must have (verstellt) my frets, this is why my guitar sounded like bullshit."

"I already told you five times that everything was the same! Maybe it's you!?"

The bassist tells him like an annoyed housewife. Honestly, I've shipped them since I knew them. They are so cute together~ Anyways, the lead guitarist would never lose his proudness at playing guitar, so he'd never admit that he must have played bad, there I'll have to agree to the bassist.

"My AMP's trash."

The bassist states.

"And the recording of the vocals are trash too."

He states again. This doesn't sound good.

"How bout we talk about it there?"

I see a pub which is known for it's starting bands and really good beer. We can go there, maybe it'll cheer them up.

They look up at me with empty faces.

"We don't have mon-"

"For now, I can pay all of you! I mean, you were paying for me so often, I want to give it back."

"No no, we really need money for something else....."

"We can discuss at the pub! Move it!"

I say happily as I drag my friend along with me, the other band members swarming like bees to a queen until we reached the pub and went in.