“1, 2, 3, 4!” Jake counted off. When he was done, the band began to play and the room burst out of the silence and into sound. The intro passed flawlessly. “Great job!” He shouted, before beginning to sing the first verse. He had only sung a few notes, when Fred suddenly began hitting wrong notes. Rick was the first one to complain. “Hey! Everyone! Stop!”
The room cascaded into silence, each instrument slowly humming to a stop.
“What was that?” Jake asked, not rudely. But Fred didn’t take it well.
“I dunno, maybe you should try playing guitar in a band of no talents like you!”
“Fred, I wasn’t trying to – ”
“I know exactly what you were saying! I suck! Well listen, Jake, you aren’t that great, and Rick, you aren’t the greatest bass on the planet either!” He stormed out of the room.
Frank had a stupid grin on his face. “I think that went well.”
Jake left the room, shouting for Fred to come back.
“I’m leaving!” Fred’s voice echoed down the hall. And Jake began to head back to his apartment.