There are times when I am sure there is a god and he has one really fucked up sense of humor. The rest of the time I'm pretty damn sure the really fucked up sense of humor is from Martin. Not that I argued on this idea, or tree otherwise known as Francis did either. Our third bassist, otherwise known as number three, his idea, rather liked the idea.
I mean granted there are three bands doing this concert so there really isn't a need for an opening band. None of us wanted to be the opening band either so my idea on it turned into part of the gimmick. The We Hate Those Guys tour is fronted by revolving band. When it was announced with places to attend a concert the internet buzzed.
Mostly on who the hell this revolving band is. There isn't a band going around with that name. Nobody can figure it out either so there is all sorts of thinking on it. Some are sure this means a local band is found at each place. Some figure on there not being a front band and we just rotate on who plays first.
Course that last idea has a little merit. The closing band before the group song varies. It goes on which band has better overall sales. We all rather think that means my band is the closing band at each place. We have the most sales so far after all, Coop wasn't talking on it either just smiled when I asked, rather wanted to spank him but well I do get to call him grandpa now.
He isn't so happy with that one but I still can't find love so I went through with being bred by Paul and Mark. I'm happy with it and so far I have stopped with the breed me you stud while I'm being fucked. I'm not real sure if it's because I'm done with it or just because I'm pregnant. Not that it matters, I'm getting shoved out there with my bass.
Not my black bass which got famous due to the music videos. I'm using the gold bass and there is screaming since I'm highlighted in a spotlight. You know it's actually rather fucking hard to see anything like this since the lights are off. At least the spotlight is darting ahead to show me where to go. Reach the microphone and grab hold of it then there is no more light.
"Oh well fuck, is there anybody out there?" Plenty of laughs. "Where the hell is my band?"
Spotlight comes back and Francis is lit up. He stumbles around and gets guided over to a different microphone. Course I'm talking before he gets there.
"Well damn there is a tree except he's not part of my band." More laughter then Francis reaches the microphone and the light flickers to a trumpet at his feet.
He picks up the trumpet then we are both hit with a spotlight. Just look at each other for a moment and say it together.
"You aren't in my band." The crowd is laughing then a third spotlight comes on and number three is coming out.
He gets guided over to a microphone where there is a mariachi guitar. Oddest fucking thing, his neighbors growing up were Mexican and they played Mariachi so he learned how to play that. Also got us to pick out how to say our band, so to speak, name. He looks over at us and we say it together.
"You aren't in my band."
Francis then begins to play on the trumpet. Number three is playing on the guitar then I join in and the crowd is screaming. Just play a little while then stop and lean in to the mic in front of us.
"We are... the three bassists."
More screaming and they point at me so I tear out a great little solo performance. I can see flashes from cameras all over the place while I'm doing it then Francis joins in. We play together a little bit then I stop and let him do a solo bit. Number three comes in and plays with Francis and they sound like a mariachi band if only there was the guy singing in Spanish.
Course I get nodded at and I'm the guy singing, though not a guy and I don't know Spanish. Instead of a Spanish song I do a little spiel on the tour, talk about each of the bands going to play tonight. Hope they enjoy the concert because we got their money now and we aren't giving it back. Number three has a great evil mastermind laugh.
The crowd is laughing and swaying along to the music. Then I join in with my bass again and we switch to something else. We figured on doing a little something from each of our pasts so now we are doing marching band music. After marching band they stop playing completely and I do some Classical.
Not really Classical either because I looked up a concerto and shoved it kicking and screaming into my bass. Sort of sounds like the concerto still but also not because I chose a piano concerto. Then the lights go out and we get ushered off, besides number three his band is going first. Backstage again I get a hug from Steph who was the most excited I got pregnant, I think.
"That was beautiful. Not real sure we can do as good tomorrow."
"Nonsense, you got it lucky, all the singers play guitar besides me." Steph snorts and shakes her head.
"I still can't believe we are doing this."
"Hell I still can't believe I'm the band slut and pregnant. So not what I pictured happening when we got our band together back in high school. Why did Martin talk to you about it anyway?" Steph snorts and looks around.
"I already told you, he wanted to fuck me and figured putting a band together would work."
"Except you were already his slut by the time you talked to me."
"I wanted to be his slut. Course I'm also a little jealous of you, I only ever slut to Martin."
"I thought there was that guy freshman year." Steph sighs and turns red.
"I did the same thing you did to Carl, decided I wasn't ready but gave him a blowjob. We even dated for a little while and all I ever did was blow him." Just stare at her for a second.
"You know I should have done that to Carl. Course hell I didn't blow anybody until lover three." Steph snorts then pulls me after to one of the rooms.
Nominally a band room this one is empty, mostly because the band using it is onstage. Same as our band room, outer room with mirrors and places to sit or lounge around and a door leading farther in to dressing room. Also have a bathroom in here, at least no groupies, they won't get let back here for a while yet.
"Would you be upset if I go on rotation next to you?" Just stare at Steph a bit there.
"I thought you liked Martin and didn't want anyone else." Steph sighs and looks down.
