Dear Diary,
Well, the last few gigs kinda made me wanna puke. The pretty boy guitar player who I wanted to have in the band (did I come on too strong?) nailed the audition, and has been with us for three weeks now.
But, aside from him not pulling me aside to tell me how talented I am, there’s a little talk from bass and drums about how “it’s not happening.”
Old guys.
So, THEY book a rehearsal room, so we can “tighten up.”
And, I’m like “fine”.
So, the room we get is long like a stage with mirrors on the wall so we can see how we look. So, when we rehearse I can look right at John.
And, it’s not happen for me at rehearsal. Instead of looking back at me, he’s looking at himself.
And messing up the music.
What a jerk.
Thinking about this tonight.
p.s. what is a parakeet mirror, and why does bass and drums (must learn those guy’s name) want to buy John one to pin on his ball cap?
