The trio sit down rehearsing various beats and melodies, and arguing over what should be in the song, what to take out for time as well as if the beat is the right tempo as such. As night fell upon them they prepared to rest for the next day, only being able to, in between their constant arguing, being able to finish a small portion of what was to be the single night performance of "Mordecai and The Rigbys" with it's newest member on drums, Benson the Gumball Machine.
They arose early the next morning promptly at six am sharp and prepared and continued to rehearse vigorously as if their lives depended on finishing their work, Benson working the stick, and Mordecai and Rigby on the strings as the front men. As night fell once again they packed up their stuff, with help from Muscleman, Hi-Five, Pops as well as Skips, and headed for Slammers. They even dressed up for the event' wearing gray blazers along with straight black ties. As they reached Slammers, Rigby and Mordecai begin to get antsy.
Skips: Driving his van looks back in the back "You two okay, you're sweating pretty hard back there?"
Pops:"Oh I agree?"
Muscleman:"You know who else sweats pretty hard?... MY MOM!" he then high fives Hi-Five.
Benson:"Yeah you guys okay?"
Mordecai:"Well I mean we're pretty nervous about this." he wraps his arms around his stomach containing his anxiety and the butterflies in his stomach
Rigby:"Yeah I mean the crowd at Slammers is huge and what if they don't like us?" fiddling with his seat belt.
Benson leans over towards the very back seat towards them both "Don't worry were gonna be great I promise. We worked hard, probably the hardest I personally have ever worked at anything. Now lets run down the check list. Rigby you memorized your solo?"
Rigby:"Yeah."
Benson:"And Mordecai you memorized the lyrics?"
Mordecai:"Yeah I know backwards, forwards, and sideways."
Benson:"Good, now just calm down and get ready were almost there."
They both gulp hard.