Heartstrings
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Last published Fri, Sep 19, 2025
There had to be a reason why they weren't playing the song correctly- one that wasn't entirely her fault. They had been working on this set list for months, but for some reason they could never complete a rehearsal the way they wanted to. The deadline for their gig was coming up dangerously close, two weeks at that, and they still hadn't finished a single song. It was almost like there was something... missing? Obviously they had a good foundation: a vocalist, a lead guitarist, a bassist, and a percussionist... So what the hell were they missing? After a moment of intense pondering, and mindlessly strumming the strings on her guitar, it hit her.
"Guys!" She shouted, voice booming over the sounds of arguing and sufficiently shutting everyone up. "I think I know what our problem is." She proclaimed, earning the undivided attention of her bandmates, curious eyes now glued to her. She raised a hand, slapping a poster against the wall, eyes following her movements as she did so. "What do all these bands have that we don't?" She asked, watching as the others glanced at each other, as if searching for the answer in their shared confusion.
Priya looked up, her eyes brows knitted. "Original music?"
"No... Well, yes. But, no." Mia sighed, letting her hand drag down from the wall. "It's like... this consistent thing in every single band. Kind of in the background, but still extremely noticeable if it's not there." She explained, hoping her bandmates would take the hint. Though she was only met with more silence, Mia could practically hear crickets chirping in the room. She pursed his lips, a deadpan look overtaking her expression before throwing her back with a loud groan. She put her hands on her hips, deciding to help her bandmates out and fill in the blanks. "We need a drummer."
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