Gap jeans, Thrifted top & clutch, U.O. heels
Kevin and I started a band... a Rock Band (the video game, not the genre). I'm on guitar, he's on drums, and we practice 5 days per week for an embarrassing amount of time. We somehow found a few hours to leave our cave and go out for dinner & drinks, where we discussed potential band names.
I'm competitive and practically break a sweat trying to hit each note and beat his score. He has an advantage because he's a real drummer, while the only musical past I have is playing the flute for 1 year in middle school. After my parents videotaped a recital I was in, I realized that I sounded like a dying duck and took up dancing instead. Turns out I dance like a dying duck as well.
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