KURTS POV
It was late 1990. My head was crammed with thoughts and decisions needed to be made but I couldn't make them. I was only living for music and when we took one step forward we also took one step back. I felt nauseous. Sick with frustration. We had to let our most recent drummer go. It wasn't working. In fact, none of our drummers ever worked. They didn't have the same passion that Krist and I had and without it we could never work as a band.
So today was a day I have experienced many times over. The audition of the new drummer - Dave. He seems cool and apparently an awesome drummer which is just like the others. I can't see this being any different. I just hope Dave brings that something that we've been looking for. Krist isn't so negative and is always looking on the bright side of things but I still feel nauseous.
I had no time to prepare. I was tuning my guitar needlessly when I heard Krist coming back to his basement. He was laughing. He wasn't alone. The pit of my stomach began to burn with anxiety and I could have vomited there and then but I hadn't eaten since yesterday so the acid just burnt all the way to my throat. Why? Because I hated this type of awkward shit. I am expected to audition this guy like I am some fucking music executive or something. Fuck that! We won't be doing that. This shit is crazy enough as it is.
The giantesque figure of Krist emerged as he ducked his way through the entrance. Krist seemed happy and joyful but that was nothing unusual. Nervously fiddling with my guitar I looked at Krist and tried to decipher the figure behind him.
He finally emerged from the darkness of the stairwell and the abundance of body that was Krist!
The first thing I remembered was the feeling of total surprise. My heart was almost in my mouth and beating so hard I thought it would fly out at any moment. The second memory was of how I was hoping that none of this was showing on my face. I can't quite explain it. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this I am sure. He was tall and thin but nowhere as near as tall as Krist, in fact it was strange. This guy was tall but still dwarfed by my friend here. I don't know why I should be so shocked about that. I had a miniscule thought about my height and how short I was in comparison to them both but I was able to overcome that personal torment quite quickly.
Krist gestured in a mocking sort of way towards this guy and introduced him as Dave. Dave smiled brightly at me and nodded. He seemed like he was high on something which made him go slightly hyper. He just seemed so fresh and innocent to everything that I couldn't quite fathom him out. I must of put him off slightly because he dimmed his smile and tucked his extremely long dark hair behind his ears which fell straight back over his face again but his eyes still stood out like nothing before. Big dark doe eyes which instantly spotted the drum set glistening under the basement window. He strode across with so much enthusiasm that the recent burst of awkwardness had soon been forgotten. My eyes followed him. I watched as Krist and Dave talked with such ease and light heartedness leaving me in my dark corner to spectate.
Dave started to play the drums. My nerves subsided under the noise he made. I don't know how he did it but he made it look so easy. He played hard and fast with such animation. I was in awe. Then he just stopped. Silence was never as silent as this before not after that sound. He seemed to have released a spark of life in me. He didn't look at me in that way like other people did. He didn't seem bothered by my awkward ways which made life a whole lot easier for me.
We jammed for an hour or so until Dave said that he needed to make a move. Krist only had to give me a look. We both knew Dave had to be the drummer. If anything he was so different to us both but I could tell in the way he played that his passion was there.
I will never forget that day. Since Daves departure he is all I could think of. He left me feeling empty and feeling that I needed more of what he had to offer. I felt dependent on him and I didn't even know anything about him which made me more intrigued.
DAVES POV
Shit! This guy is a fucking giant. Krist! This is Krist? I followed this beast into his basement to meet Kurt for the first time. I was hoping Kurt wasn't a fucking giant as well because....well I guess it wouldn't matter. Krist seemed like a cool dude although my neck kinda hurt having to look up at him all the fucking time.
I followed Krist down the grey concrete steps. I don't even remember what we were talking about but it flowed easy. This was a good start at least.
Ducking his head through the doorway we entered the basement. I don't know what I was expecting but when Krist introduced me to Kurt for the first time I felt what could only be described as a quick flutter in my heart. He was sat in what was probably the darkest corner of the room. His massive blue eyes stared right at me but he wasn't intimidating. It was hard to believe that this little guy had such a powerful voice. I don't think deep too often but looking at Kurt...well it was like looking into his soul. This set up was intimate. It felt like home already. I spotted the drums and without thinking I was straight on them. Before I knew it we had the most beautiful session. I felt as though this is where I was meant to be and fuck! Why am I feeling all this deep shit for?
Soon after I left I felt kind of lost. I didn't know if they liked me or not but it all seems good. Kurt kept playing on my mind. He hadn't said much if anything at all but I found him interesting and he looked at me in a way I cannot describe. I don't know if he likes me or my drumming but he smiled at me when I left and he doesn't strike me as someone who would be fake so maybe he thinks I am cool. There's something about this band. Something that makes me want to be a part of it. I can't wait to meet up again. I need to put my mind at rest. I don't care what people think a about me but this Kurt guy...If he thinks I am good enough then that will be fucking awesome!
