Day 10: Destiny Calls
Fear not for the absence of day 9. Nothing worth talking about happened. The gang played their instruments and ate. That’s all.
Day 10 was almost as boring, but it had a few memorable moments. It began as any other normal morning. The four roommates staggered downstairs, rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they gathered at the dining table for a nutritious breakfast of… pan-seared demon flesh? I was slightly taken aback because I thought I had seen Claudia at the stove, but surely she wasn’t another child of the Nether Realm along with Robi…was she?
I pushed aside my growing concern of impending sacrifice as the gang headed downstairs for what I thought was a mid-morning jam session. I soon realized this was not the case. Robi picked up his sticks and laid down a steady beat, while Pete blasted some electronica from the stereo. Of course, Robi didn’t think to drum along with the music (probably because the resulting off-beat chaos reminded him of the soothing tones his mother used to sing to him), but that didn’t matter to the rest of them. Within minutes, a three-Sim rave had kicked off in Masochistic Murder Llama’s basement.
Eventually, everyone grew tired of raving, and settled in behind their instruments. At this point, Robi was quickly approaching level six on the drums, which was a wonderful improvement from the random cymbol crashes and tom thumps that was his drumming just a couple days prior. A few hours later, the others had reached level five on their instruments, and I no longer had to mute the game music whenever they decided to play. It was an exciting moment, made all the better by a short phone call, informing the gang of their first gig.
Let this show that after a week, anyone can become proficient enough with an instrument to attract the attention of a local dive bar with no prior exposure whatsoever. I had thought that MML would need to make some demos and send them out around town, or at least just show up at a venue and ask if they could serenade the patrons. Somehow, word had gotten out about their sudden increase in talent, and earned them their first shot at stardom. The band celebrated by going to bed. I think the excitement was just too much for them to cope with after a day of raving and band practice. That was alright with me. I needed them fully rested the next day. A terrible first performance would surely kill their chances of making it in this town, and then I would just be stuck with four unemployed “musicians” who would almost certainly never help out around the house. No, this gig was our one and only shot at destiny. There would be no mistakes.