Went to Christy's for her lil band practice. I brought along my PS2 to show here the orgasmic graphics as well as pursuade her parents to get one. Her mom always makes sure to complement me on my dramatic weight loss, and how she didn't have my stamina or resolve, etc. Flattering, but a bit embarassing.
Half of her band shows up first, and later sis, Christy, her friend, and I pile into a van to pick up the last two.
Everyone was soon practicing in Christy's room while us three non-band members stood/sat near the corner of the room. Lemme say that the guitarists, aside from being startlingly cute, were extremely talented. So was the drummer, but he wasn't very attractive per se. The lead singer was... soso, just not my preference.
First the two guitarists and Christy (the bassist) were discussing changes they made while creating more at the same time. The drummer would often recline himself onto the bed (which was directly behind the drumset) while the others practiced. The singer was having trouble projecting so a good half hour was spent just working on him and trying to turn up his mic's volume. I helped a bit by singing some of the song so that Christy could gauge how high he should sing it.
While not helping out with the singing and playing eye-flirt with the lead guitar, I was playing around with the 300 zoom lense that was in the room. God, I wish I had something as beautiful as that baby. Ahem... anyways.
Sis and I left before practice was over, and now I'm here just about ready to dress up for Sadies. Had just enough time to apply blue nail polish to match my outfit.
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My god, how campy.
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