Psycho Mike, it appears your run to the top of the pyramid of stardom needs to await the next train as the tribe has spoken. Everybody, please congratulate @Clockworkmike on his work thus far, and wish him luck rootering out those nasty sewer-blocking roots. Man I hate those. An absolute pleasure to watch what you did. Truly!
Thunder Skull ekes out the right to continue ahead one, 7 votes to 6, better pick it up, a couple close shaves there.
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Chapter 7
"Your Audition"
You roll in to the rehearsal space in all your rock costume majesty with your kick-ass kit. They notice, but are “enjoying” one of your Game of Toanz competitors who's just finishing up his audition and, it’s uh...well... it’s loud, anyway. Like a plane crash. You see pained expressions on members of the band, as they politely endure. “Dude sure thinks he’s something,” you say to yourself, as you begin unpacking your gear.
“Bobbi” slinks over and introduces herself as the lead singers’ girlfriend. Whoa! A near 11.3 on the Fox10 scale... she ably jumps in to help and you can't refuse. It's way too loud to talk, but several sexy smiles are shared as she FULLY checks you out, super interested in what you have to offer. She smells like heaven.
After a time, the band waves auditioning dude to hold up.
Phew! They share a few words, and soon enough he’s rollin’. Then, that arsehole sneers confidently and flips you off as he struts by, rolling his garbage rig, probably to the dump. Somehow you hold yourself back, not now!
What a piece of work!
So this is “PickleCrack” huh? There’s a noticeable buzz in the room as you finish setting up. And it's not just the 60 cycle from the church wiring. They’re obviously diggin’ your scene. They offer some smoke and a pull of Crown Royal. “No big pressure, bro, s’all good” they say. All seems very cool, they are throwing out relaxed smiles and grins, but still remaining focused and dedicated to you being able to
bring your best.
Drummer mentions they've been a cover band mostly, but are done with that tripe, wanting to start fresh with original material and make a beeline for the big time. But, they lack special something. “Do you write?” asks the Bass player? “Effya,” replies you, holding up a fat crapload notebook full of your sorry teen angst poetry. Just maybe you can fib your way through this! First though, they want to see you pull your weight musically, before joining to see if your vibe will “fit.”
They take a seat behind the board, things get serious. The smoke is kicking in... whoa, what’d they lace it with? It’s like your head’s inside a fuzzy three-foot-wide inflatable helmet filled of velvet spiders. Wild! And man, it’s
so quiet. Second thoughts... can pull this off? You cough nervously, and warm up, nonchalantly ripping off couple of nasty cool licks that seems to make Bobbi giggle and squirm involuntarily, with a little shimmy-shake... was that just for you?
Encouraging!
You Tweak your tone just a bit for the room, maybe turn up a bit hotter than you probably should. The head is vibrating, like there's a monster
inside aching to be unleashed. You take a deep breath.
It’s time to get your gat-freak ON!
You count a quiet four and launch:
What comes next can only be described as a
concentrated skills demonstration explosion!!!
OMG!!! OMG!!! OMG!!! OMG!!! OMG!!!
A total out-of-body experience! Where the
HELL is all this coming from? Room-destroying tone, sexy hair flips and poses serving to accentuate what can only be described as a solo musical performance for the ages! You strut, stomp, jump & thrust grinning like a demon-possessed madman, crushing out massive chords, speedy-wicked runs and tear-off licks flooring the room, and nearly making you
YOURSELF! Before you’re even half done, they can’t help but jump in with their own instruments to join in the noisy bliss.
To say you “gelled” is an understatement.
They’re
DAMN good too, pushing you to even greater heights. Much of the jam gets spent learning some pretty kick-ass original material they coach you through. After a few runs, they note what you bring to the mix improves on it all quite a lot. Later on, some fresh riffage takes form, incorporating awful poems from your ratty old scribbler. These lyrics, once arranged, suddenly now seem prescient, even half-genius! Three hours later, turns out these dudes are a super rad crew to hang with! You’ve gained three, maybe four new best bros. During wrap, nothing official gets said, everyone is just plain wiped out, but you’re feeling pretty confident! Bobbi still can’t peel her eyes off you. Halfway through the jam, she texted-in some of stripper/model girl-fiends to join the party. While everyone's winding down over beers, one of these girls, known as “whatsername” invites you home with her.
Best Day Ever!
Game of Toanz Chapter 7
“Your Audition”
1. Roast (or compliment) the GOT player who auditioned before you on tone / skill / overall image vibe.
((( Important: First-in gets field choice, each next submitter
MUST comment on the previous Rock Star who posted. Pls. check
before you post )))
2. Embed 2 selections (via Youtube) of what you ripped through, playing totally outside yourself, jamming out flawlessly showing your working knowledge of guitar, and leaving the band speechless and Bobbie in high humidity.
(Your own music if you choose, or any other artist performances you feel adequately sums up the incredible awesomeness you spewed forth).
3. Offer up for all of us to see in your own handwritten text (no music, no title), 4 lines verse 1 / 4 lines chorus / 4 lines verse 2 of lyrics from a yet-to-be-titled original you began to hash out with the band that very night. Lyrics only, NO title.
4. Use this
online text generator LINK to create a short entertaining conversation with the band-leader, where you accept an offer to join the band the next morning. Save and Post that image of your conversation, and why not add SFW photo of “Whatshername” too, since she's handy and quite beautiful.
Too easy, huh? Take your time, fellas... do it right. Cowboy is watching
In short.... These Five (5) elements.
One audition review /
2 Youtubes /
12 lines of lyrics handwritten /
Text message pic /
One "Whatsername" pic
Your Submission will be weighed & measured by the infamous, mysterious and enigmatic
@POOP KNIFE who actually just might be the sharpest one in the drawer! One of you will earn possession of the
Sexy Immunity Idol of Toanwood possibly for Chapter 8 from this exercise.
A highly valuable advantage, I hope you might agree.
READ the requirements Carefully. NO EDITS.
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