James was tuning his đàn ghi ta, guitar and Lars was installing new drum heads. Lars broke the turning key for his kit.
“Yo, James could I borrow a wrench?”
“Yeah sure, why?”
“I broke the turning key.”
“Ok, here bạn go.”
Kirk came into the room, “Lars bạn gotta work on your timing!”
“Dude, it’s the fucking amp that’s messed up!”
“So you’re saying I have to replace my shit?”
“It’s probably blown.”
Lars’ son Myles walked in, “Dad, I need help with my homework.”
“Ok, I’ll help you.”
James approached Lars’ drum kit. James put his finger to his mouth as if to say, “Shh!” James grabbed the sticks and started bashing on the kit. Lars soon came in.
“Fuck bạn James!”
James laughed until his guts bled. Kirk picked up James’ đàn ghi ta, guitar and started shredding it.
“Hey! bạn never shred your guitar, why mine?”
“‘Cause it’s not mine man!”
“Seriously?”
“Now bạn know how Lars feels.”
James put Lars’ sticks away, and Lars randomly came in.
“Thanks Kirk!”
“No problem man!”
“Screw this,” James said, “I’m gonna go hang out with Rob.”
James came to Rob.
“My âm bass, tiếng bass, bass string broke.”
“Can’t I at least get a hello first?”
“Can bạn hand me that pack of strings?”
“I have my own đàn ghi ta, guitar crisis and I have to take care of our bassists’ âm bass, tiếng bass, bass strings.”
“Well, jeez sorry, at least bạn have a âm bass, tiếng bass, bass player.”
James thought, “Good point.”
Kirk came up do Lars, “Ok, Lars, this is how bạn strum a guitar.”
“Screw you, Kirk,” Lars said.
“Ok, so first bạn take a đàn ghi ta, guitar pick. It looks like this.”
“I get it!”
“Then bạn lightly fling the string with it.”
“This is how bạn hit a drum. First bạn grab a stick, then bạn collide the stick and drum together.”
“Thanks for that lesson.”
“Thanks for yours.”
James came in, “Rob is too boring.”
“Not as boring as Kirk.”
Lars went to the room with Rob.
“Hey, Lars, can bạn grab those âm bass, tiếng bass, bass strings?”
“Yeah, here.”
Kirk approached James, “Alright, James, this is how bạn strum a guitar.”
“Yes like this.”
James strummed.
“No like this.”
Kirk also strummed.
“I bet bạn can’t sing.”
“Are bạn sure?”
“Yup.”
Kirk started hát King Nothing. It might as well have broken glass according to James’ ears.
“That was terrible.”
“Oh James, Always trying to be the best.”
Lars came out, “Alright Kirk, it’s your turn.”
“For what?”
“To become bored bởi Rob.”
“It’s better than James.”
Lars laughed, “I that thought being bored out my mind was better than you. It isn’t.”
“I’m me, James is James, it’s worse.”
“At least he doesn’t give me lame đàn ghi ta, guitar lessons.”
“Good times,” James said, “Good times.”
James snatch the sticks out of Lars’ hands and bashed on his kit.
“Hey stop that!”
Lars started playing on James’ guitar. Both sounded terrible on each other’s instruments. Lars turned on the mic and started singing. Reversed, they sounded terrible, well at least Lars did. Either way, it was metal.
Kirk and Rob came out to the racket.
“That’s noise pollution!”
“We sound so awesome,” Lars đã đưa ý kiến sarcastically.
James threw the sitcks to the ground. Lars grabed the sticks and played.
“James, I’m a real drummer, learn from me.”
“Lars, bạn were the one that sounded like shit on that guitar.”
“Really?”
“Really!”
“It’s true, that was bad,” Rob said.
“Alright I’m going to bed. I wonder if any những người hâm mộ want to tham gia me.”
“No one would, Lars,” Kirk said.
Lars went to giường and the rest of the guys bashed and played.
Note: James is actually a talented drummer
“Yo, James could I borrow a wrench?”
“Yeah sure, why?”
“I broke the turning key.”
“Ok, here bạn go.”
Kirk came into the room, “Lars bạn gotta work on your timing!”
“Dude, it’s the fucking amp that’s messed up!”
“So you’re saying I have to replace my shit?”
“It’s probably blown.”
Lars’ son Myles walked in, “Dad, I need help with my homework.”
“Ok, I’ll help you.”
James approached Lars’ drum kit. James put his finger to his mouth as if to say, “Shh!” James grabbed the sticks and started bashing on the kit. Lars soon came in.
“Fuck bạn James!”
James laughed until his guts bled. Kirk picked up James’ đàn ghi ta, guitar and started shredding it.
“Hey! bạn never shred your guitar, why mine?”
“‘Cause it’s not mine man!”
“Seriously?”
“Now bạn know how Lars feels.”
James put Lars’ sticks away, and Lars randomly came in.
“Thanks Kirk!”
“No problem man!”
“Screw this,” James said, “I’m gonna go hang out with Rob.”
James came to Rob.
“My âm bass, tiếng bass, bass string broke.”
“Can’t I at least get a hello first?”
“Can bạn hand me that pack of strings?”
“I have my own đàn ghi ta, guitar crisis and I have to take care of our bassists’ âm bass, tiếng bass, bass strings.”
“Well, jeez sorry, at least bạn have a âm bass, tiếng bass, bass player.”
James thought, “Good point.”
Kirk came up do Lars, “Ok, Lars, this is how bạn strum a guitar.”
“Screw you, Kirk,” Lars said.
“Ok, so first bạn take a đàn ghi ta, guitar pick. It looks like this.”
“I get it!”
“Then bạn lightly fling the string with it.”
“This is how bạn hit a drum. First bạn grab a stick, then bạn collide the stick and drum together.”
“Thanks for that lesson.”
“Thanks for yours.”
James came in, “Rob is too boring.”
“Not as boring as Kirk.”
Lars went to the room with Rob.
“Hey, Lars, can bạn grab those âm bass, tiếng bass, bass strings?”
“Yeah, here.”
Kirk approached James, “Alright, James, this is how bạn strum a guitar.”
“Yes like this.”
James strummed.
“No like this.”
Kirk also strummed.
“I bet bạn can’t sing.”
“Are bạn sure?”
“Yup.”
Kirk started hát King Nothing. It might as well have broken glass according to James’ ears.
“That was terrible.”
“Oh James, Always trying to be the best.”
Lars came out, “Alright Kirk, it’s your turn.”
“For what?”
“To become bored bởi Rob.”
“It’s better than James.”
Lars laughed, “I that thought being bored out my mind was better than you. It isn’t.”
“I’m me, James is James, it’s worse.”
“At least he doesn’t give me lame đàn ghi ta, guitar lessons.”
“Good times,” James said, “Good times.”
James snatch the sticks out of Lars’ hands and bashed on his kit.
“Hey stop that!”
Lars started playing on James’ guitar. Both sounded terrible on each other’s instruments. Lars turned on the mic and started singing. Reversed, they sounded terrible, well at least Lars did. Either way, it was metal.
Kirk and Rob came out to the racket.
“That’s noise pollution!”
“We sound so awesome,” Lars đã đưa ý kiến sarcastically.
James threw the sitcks to the ground. Lars grabed the sticks and played.
“James, I’m a real drummer, learn from me.”
“Lars, bạn were the one that sounded like shit on that guitar.”
“Really?”
“Really!”
“It’s true, that was bad,” Rob said.
“Alright I’m going to bed. I wonder if any những người hâm mộ want to tham gia me.”
“No one would, Lars,” Kirk said.
Lars went to giường and the rest of the guys bashed and played.
Note: James is actually a talented drummer