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?