Trevor’s eyes opened as Joe walked into the bedroom and opened a beer.
“What’s up, man? I was sleeping.”
“Let’s talk personnel.”
“What?”
“Trevor, you only play rhythm and I don’t see you growing.”
“So? Up yours.”
“Sean plays rhythm, too, and he sings lead, backup, and writes.”
“Your point?”
“We need to cut back to reach the next level.”
“Shit, Joe, we’ve been together fifteen years through five bands, since we were sixteen.”
“Yeah, things change.”
“This just your idea?”
“No, everybody’s.”
Joe left, closing the door. Alone in the dark, Trevor got pissed, hated them, cried silently.
“What’s up, man? I was sleeping.”
“Let’s talk personnel.”
“What?”
“Trevor, you only play rhythm and I don’t see you growing.”
“So? Up yours.”
“Sean plays rhythm, too, and he sings lead, backup, and writes.”
“Your point?”
“We need to cut back to reach the next level.”
“Shit, Joe, we’ve been together fifteen years through five bands, since we were sixteen.”
“Yeah, things change.”
“This just your idea?”
“No, everybody’s.”
Joe left, closing the door. Alone in the dark, Trevor got pissed, hated them, cried silently.
