Our drinks are on the table. The little sofa has been moved against the wall to make some room for our mini-gig. We’ve chosen our set list. We do a bit of stretching: I open and close my hands, pull each finger to make that wonderful cracking sound, stretch my arms, tighten my upper back muscles and pull it in to make another cracking sound, and then tilt my head left and right to relax my neck. Crack, crack, crack.
Martin: Ready?
Timi: (nods, while making weird gestures with her arms)
Song starts.
Timi: (being psychic recognises the signs of foreboding) Uh oh…
Lead guitar begins. Bass follows. A few seconds pass.
Timi: Shit.
Martin: (no response)
Timi: SHIT!
Martin: (no response)
Chorus begins.
Martin: Kut!
Timi: SHIT SHIT SHIT
Martin: STOM!
Timi: Fuckity-fucity-fuck!
Martin: KUT KUT KUT
Lead guitar solo begins.
Timi: My nose is itching.
Martin: (no response)
Timi: My nose is ITCHING!
Bass solo begins.
Martin: What the–#@$!
Timi: ANG KATI NG ILONG KO!!!
Another chorus.
Timi: (SNIFFS BIG TIME, SCRATCHES NOSE QUICKLY)
Martin: FUCK FUCK FUCK
Timi: TANGA TANGA TANGA!
Martin: Man oh man!
Alsmost at the end.
Timi: Yeeeeahhhh!!!
Martin: YEAAHHHHH!!
Timi: Oh YEAHHHHH!!
Martin: YEAHHHH!!!
Timi: Akala mo kaya mo ako, ha….UHM!
Martin: GODVERDOMME!
Music ends.
Martin: (Forlorn) Damn, I made 2 mistakes!
Timi: (disappointed she got a lower score) Yabang talaga nito.
Time for a break. We rock 😉
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