I pull out my guitar from the closet and start playing. I don't know when Beth is going to want to practice, or if she was even serious about me joining her band, but I want to be ready, just in case.
I put on Underoath, try to strum along to one of their songs. It's called Writing on the Walls. I like it. The singer screams a lot, which seems like it would hurt his voice, but it also sounds pretty cool. I wish I had the energy and confidence to scream at the top of my lungs. It must feel good. Like cathartic or whatever.
I wonder what Beth looks like doing this.
I like this one lyric:
We'll speak of what a waste I am and how we missed your beat again
Other lyrics about God. They must be a Christian band. What did Beth think of that? My parents don't take religion seriously at all. I don't really know what I think about it besides a vague impression that religious people ignore science, or evolution, or whatever. I wasn't actually sure if that was true for all religious people, though. Maybe just the dramatic ones. The ~flamboyant~ ones.
The Underoath lead singer's face shows up in a google search. He's handsome and has really long, scraggly hair.
I'm not horrible looking, but I suddenly wish I looked more like this lead singer: simultaneously badass and angelic. My two primary physical characteristics are ordinary and forgettable. Like a postman. Or a crossing guard. Or your polite neighbour. Someone you see often but never really notice.
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