Room 312; Wednesday Afternoon.
It was a nice, calm, relaxing sort of evening, and Chad was in his room, bass guitar slung against his hip. He picked at a few strings, feeling out a beat, stopping only a moment to lean forward over his desk and jot down the song he was coming up with. His voice was just as much a bass as the strings themselves as he tried them out quietly.
"Hey, Mr. Bassman.
What is your name?
My name is Yasutora Sado.
And...playing the bass guitar is my game.
So let's play the bass guitar now!"
And then he went into a mad crazy string of scales.
Best. Song. Ever.
[[ this post is 100% scary_jeff's fault. it and the door is open, though! ]]
"Hey, Mr. Bassman.
What is your name?
My name is Yasutora Sado.
And...playing the bass guitar is my game.
So let's play the bass guitar now!"
And then he went into a mad crazy string of scales.
Best. Song. Ever.
[[ this post is 100% scary_jeff's fault. it and the door is open, though! ]]