Band practice ++Gamewizard546++

Nikki smirked. "Anything." She snatched the gutair away, sat down, and started playing some hardcore punk.

Kept away while the Earth cries
Swept away by all his lies
Not ready to go but it's time to leave
Already too low to get up and plead

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"Anything else you wanna hear? You got some bass musicsheets I can see?"

"I can hit anything; alto or soprano. Good for harmonies. Also, I don't think 'Bryan' would sound very good singing a ballad. Or anything that's not primarily screaming." She shook her head. "Besides, I can scream too. I won't, but I can." She started to sing again.

See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle
Just remember, darling, all the while
You belong to me.

See the market place in Old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me

And I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me

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"There? How's that for singing? Want me to play the bass with one of your songs?"

"I don't like metal." Nikki said bluntly. Reluctantly, she started playing metal, though. She didn't like it, though.

OOC: She's playing Chop Suey.

Bryan looked at Dave sharply, "I have one, I am the singer, not her. And I think that Rich would have one too seeing as he's the guitarist. We needed a bassist, have you forgotten?"

Rich explains to Bryan, " Listen, We all know your a better bass player, and she is better at guitar. At the next show, there not going to want a lot of metal. They want songs they can dance to, and that isn't coming from you. You can do the metal, until then, go back to being bass. The new girl and I can both play guitar."