“You’retellingmeyouwanttopracticewhat—SlipknotandGunsN’Roses?”
TeacherCaipusheduphisrimlessgsses—lehicktheylookedalmostabsurd—andnearlyspitouthiscoffee.
Herbassteacherstoodaboutfive-foot-nine,haircutshorta.Onanormalday,ifheworetadputinalittleeffort,he’dbethekindofhandsomeguywhomadefemalestudentsgncebacktwithestreet.
Butthiswasaweekend-nightlesson.He’dclearlygivenuponimagema:thickmyopiagsses,alooseT-shirt,andanauraofexhausted,shut-ingloomgingtohimlikeahoodie.
He’dtaughtCrafortwoyears—watchedherclimbfrombasicstothepointwhereshecouldhandleShiinaRingo’sornatebasslinesly.He’dneverimagihismeticulous,uniform-wearing“goodgirl”wouldsuddenlyshowupwithametalsetlistthatcouldgetsomeonekilled.
“Yes.Ihavetogetonstageintwomonths.”Crapushedherownrimlessgssesup,pulledthefive-stringbassfromitscase,andspokewithabsoluteseriousness.“Teacher,Itriedthisafternoon.Myfiylegetsswallowedbythedouble-kick.Weonlyhaveonehourperlessoousethathourtofieffitwaytthenmyweakestskill—sp—especiallyhowtogetthatmetallic,granurbite.”
TeacherCailookedatthestubbornrefusal-to-back-downinhereyes,sighedhelplessly,andpickeduphisownbass.
“Fine.Ifyou,honorstudent,havedecidedtojumpintoafirepit,thenI’llteachyouhowtojumpinwithoutdying.”
Hestood,thezyshut-invibefallingaway.Hisexpressionsharpeosomethingprofessional.
“First:youosmashyouroldJ-Rockhabitsintopieces.J-Rockspislight,quick,tinuous.alspisviolehetics.Yhtthumb’tjust*tap*thestringandbounceoff.Youoswingitlikeawhip—usetheexplosiverotationofyourwristto*drivethrough*thatlowestBstring.”
Ashespoke,histhumbsmmeddown.Abrutallycrisp,metallicimpactcrackedthroughtheroom.
haledandcopiedhisposture,rotatingherwristandstrikinghard.
Butthesoundcameoutdull—andahot,stingingpaihejointofherthumb.
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