From the Top
by Sotsuo Himimasa
"Come on, guys, we only have a half an hour left to record! from the top! We have to finish these last 5 songs! It's not that hard...." Sotsuo went into one of his one-step-before-anger pep talks. The only band member who could stand up to Sotsuo was Tohoshi Katarine.
"Sotsuo, shut the f--- up! For god's sake, I mean, we know already that we have to fix it. I'm leaving this s---ty place! Who's with me?" Tohoshi said. You could practically hear the crickets after he spoke.
He samshed his old guitar against the floor in anger and left the studio.
"Screw him, I'll dub over his guitar part. I'm better then him anyway," Sotsuo said tiredly.
The band went into a heavy song called "Anarchy," and Sotsuo hounded on the instrument he invented in his music store he called "Guitrek," producing tremolo sitar-like sounds. His fingers were cut, and sweat poured down his face as he screamed his anger into his microphone.
He sang about depression anger, and hate until the song was over. He set down his guitrek, but as it touched the floor, it popped a loose string.
"Whisk!" The string flew up and lashed Sotsuo across the face, cutting through his eyeball in the process. He collapsed into a growing puddle of blood, his face lacerated.
Sotsuo woke up in the emergency room, lying on a bed with his ex, Kione, (who was a nurse) hovering over him. Oh joy, he thought.
"How would you like your stitches, honey?" she snickered and pulled on a glove. She let go and it slapped against her skin. He grimaced.
"Umm, from the top?"
by Sotsuo Himimasa
"Come on, guys, we only have a half an hour left to record! from the top! We have to finish these last 5 songs! It's not that hard...." Sotsuo went into one of his one-step-before-anger pep talks. The only band member who could stand up to Sotsuo was Tohoshi Katarine.
"Sotsuo, shut the f--- up! For god's sake, I mean, we know already that we have to fix it. I'm leaving this s---ty place! Who's with me?" Tohoshi said. You could practically hear the crickets after he spoke.
He samshed his old guitar against the floor in anger and left the studio.
"Screw him, I'll dub over his guitar part. I'm better then him anyway," Sotsuo said tiredly.
The band went into a heavy song called "Anarchy," and Sotsuo hounded on the instrument he invented in his music store he called "Guitrek," producing tremolo sitar-like sounds. His fingers were cut, and sweat poured down his face as he screamed his anger into his microphone.
He sang about depression anger, and hate until the song was over. He set down his guitrek, but as it touched the floor, it popped a loose string.
"Whisk!" The string flew up and lashed Sotsuo across the face, cutting through his eyeball in the process. He collapsed into a growing puddle of blood, his face lacerated.
Sotsuo woke up in the emergency room, lying on a bed with his ex, Kione, (who was a nurse) hovering over him. Oh joy, he thought.
"How would you like your stitches, honey?" she snickered and pulled on a glove. She let go and it slapped against her skin. He grimaced.
"Umm, from the top?"