Day 38: Responsibility
It had been a while since the last gig. No longer was I concerned about the fate of the band because my four Sims were turning out to be just as entertaining simply by living their lives (Seriously, Robi’s the man). But, I felt that I needed to do a bit more in order to push the limits of the experiment as far as I could. Up until this point, whenever anyone would receive a phone call asking them to hang out with another celebrity, or fill in as a drummer for another band, or any of the several other “Celebrity Opportunities”, I’ve politely declined. I wanted the band’s fame to come from the band itself. But, I now realized that could potentially be a detriment. Perhaps the lack of recent gig-age was because of a stagnancy in Celebrity status amongst the band members. Everyone had been a three-star for a while. And so, when Claudia received an invitation to play piano for sick hospital children, I accepted. For the kids, right? And I did the same when some other local band asked Robi to fill in as drummer. And when Pete was asked to test a secret, military bass down at the military base. And then a ribbon cutting for Farrah, and another for Robi, and a picture opportunity for Claudia. On and on it went, until they each had completed three Celeb “missions” in just one damn day. And wouldn’t you know it, later that afternoon, MML received an invitation to play at a club called Plasma, a definitely step up from the Banzai Lounge.
Thanks to my recent expenditures in the “fun” sector, the gang was never bored despite the lack of shows that were coming their way. Between the usual jam session and midnight skinny dip, as well as an artistic outlet and some exercise equipment to keep them in peak physical shape, they had just about everything they could want.
Day 38 was one of the busiest the band had experienced since the beginning, and most of it was conducted on an individual basis. Which is just fine. They’re friends, and they’re in a band, but they don’t have to do everything together. In fact, it’s good that they get out every now and then. It’ll help them stay sharp and excited to play the next show.
In fact, the day passed so fast, I hardly had a chance to focus on anyone in particular. There was just so much going on. Luckily, the day came to an end with a random stranger standing outside the front door, serenading us as we fell asleep.
Not many bands have their own, separate, one man band to apparently follow them around and play for them. It was an honor, even though he was terrible. But we’re nothing if not humble. So they politely pulled their pillows over their ears and tried to ignore the twanging clunkiness erupting from his guitar. Just another day.