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"Alright, everybody. First thing we need to do is think of a name," announced Bobby.
"How about 'Pyroteks'?" suggested Jubilee.
"Nah, I like 'Meltdown' better," said Tabby. Jubilee stuck her tongue out at Tabby.
"Man, that is SO lame!" cried Ray. "Try something like, uh...." unable to think of a name, he shot a look at Scott.
"No way, man! Don't look at me!" Scott said, knowing from experience how everyone would react to anything he came up with.
"Rogue?" Bobby asked, wondering what she would suggest for a name.
"Ah dunno. Death's Head, maybe, or Iron Maiden," Rogue shrugged as she spoke. "Ah'm not too good with names."
"Uh, well, in that case, maybe we should leave the name thing alone for awhile," said Bobby. "Um, let's see what all of you can do, then. Uh, Ray, could you do a scale or something?"
"Sure, man," Ray said. He lowered his head and started mumbling as he moved his hand up and down the neck of the bass without actually making any noise come from it. "Um, what was a scale again....oh yeah....where's C, where's C-wait, do I even start with C? Oh, crap, what do I do, I can't believe I forgot..." He kept muttering under his breath as he became angrier and angrier. A faint aura of blue surrounded him, and high-voltage electricity shot out of his hands. Unfortunately, he was still holding the bass.
With a bang and a puff of smoke, the bass turned from being a bass into being a charred, foul-smelling piece of fried plastic and metal. Swearing loudly, Ray threw it down and stomped out of the room.
Everyone looked at each other, slightly stunned.
"He SAID he knew how to play," Tabby said softly.
"Well, uh, I guess he's not gonna be in the band anymore," said Bobby inanely.
If only he knew.
"Alright, everybody. First thing we need to do is think of a name," announced Bobby.
"How about 'Pyroteks'?" suggested Jubilee.
"Nah, I like 'Meltdown' better," said Tabby. Jubilee stuck her tongue out at Tabby.
"Man, that is SO lame!" cried Ray. "Try something like, uh...." unable to think of a name, he shot a look at Scott.
"No way, man! Don't look at me!" Scott said, knowing from experience how everyone would react to anything he came up with.
"Rogue?" Bobby asked, wondering what she would suggest for a name.
"Ah dunno. Death's Head, maybe, or Iron Maiden," Rogue shrugged as she spoke. "Ah'm not too good with names."
"Uh, well, in that case, maybe we should leave the name thing alone for awhile," said Bobby. "Um, let's see what all of you can do, then. Uh, Ray, could you do a scale or something?"
"Sure, man," Ray said. He lowered his head and started mumbling as he moved his hand up and down the neck of the bass without actually making any noise come from it. "Um, what was a scale again....oh yeah....where's C, where's C-wait, do I even start with C? Oh, crap, what do I do, I can't believe I forgot..." He kept muttering under his breath as he became angrier and angrier. A faint aura of blue surrounded him, and high-voltage electricity shot out of his hands. Unfortunately, he was still holding the bass.
With a bang and a puff of smoke, the bass turned from being a bass into being a charred, foul-smelling piece of fried plastic and metal. Swearing loudly, Ray threw it down and stomped out of the room.
Everyone looked at each other, slightly stunned.
"He SAID he knew how to play," Tabby said softly.
"Well, uh, I guess he's not gonna be in the band anymore," said Bobby inanely.
If only he knew.