"No no no, you have to play it even man. It's not that hard."

"Sorry." Skip replied. They were in Skip's garage. It was filled with recording equipment and instruments, from trumpets to electric bass guitars to drums. Skip held a trumpet in his giant mitts, the bell and valves were visibly scratched and dulled from his claws. Maurice stared at Skips two tour giant fangs, two of which jutting out from his upper jaw, and two of them protruding from his lower jaw, and wondered how he could play the trumpet. Thier drummer, Ref, was standing up scolding Skip. Ref was a tall guy. He looked much older than he actually was. He had thick, wavy black hair that he had to constantly flip out of the way of his vision. Ref had been drumming with them for a while now, and Skip had known him for years before Maurice. Their pianist, Koppel, was on his phone. Maurice assumed he was looking at memes or something of the like. Koppel was another monster, but he was less twisted and hulking. For the most part, Koppel was normal. The only thing that really set him apart were his milky white, blank eyes and long beak. He was a strange one because there was no real distinction of where it started because his entire body was covered with thin, yellow fur. Maurice pulled out his phone to check what time it was. 5:42. He had to be home in an hour. The neighborhood didn't like monsters out past dark.

"Guys." He interjected, "Can we get like, one more song in before I have to go? I don't want to show up the Cheaters without some CD's."

Ref rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers in Koppels face. "Stop looking at memes."

As Koppel started to pick out his notes and Ref started hammering out a beat, Maurice stared at Skip. He wasn't wearing anything except for a pair of swim trunks. He couldn't wear anything else, he was too big. Skip was busy looking a Ref for queues and started to play when Ref simplified the beat. Skip was constantly moving about while he played. Maurice felt a pang of guilt. Skip's heart wasn't strong enough to get the blood out of his legs and back up to his body, and as a result, blood pooled in his ankles. Maurice realized it was his queue to start playing, so he placed his mouth on the reed of his saxophone and started playing. Skip backed off and observed Maurice playing. Ref simplified the beat further. A gentle humming came from Maurices instrument, and he started to close his eyes. Ref added the hi hat back in and Skip joined as well. Their melodies danced and weaved in-between each others, and Maurice felt his mind let go. Then, as soon as it started, it was over, and Ref and Koppel carried the sound out to it's slow and tranquil end. Skip started to clap, and Maurice followed. Koppel chuckled and Ref stood up from his throne and bowed. Koppel the most skilled in the group, Ref a close second.

"I'm gonna go grab a soda from inside, do you guys want anything?" Skip asked.

"Maurice?" Ref questioned.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?" Skip interrupted. "Something on my face?"

Maurice caught himself and nervously said "No...I was just spacing out, sorry."

Skip paused, "No problem man." And left the room.

Ref immediately fell on the floor and lost it.

"What?" Maurice asked, feigning confusion.

"Nothing man don't worry about it." Koppel said, answering for his incapacitated friend.

Maurice shrugged and went back onto his phone.