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>"Trish cmon, he's trying his best." Fang pleads with the Triceratops woman, who is currently red in the face, furious with me.
>"Why does he need to play with us in the first place?" she barks out at Fang.
>"Cmon he just wants to be a part of what we're doing." Fang pleads with her
>I chime in "Look, maybe she's right. I would love to play with you guys but clearly guitar is not my strong suit." I say, looking woefully down at the poor guitar I'm torturing with my horrible playing.
>"Even he agrees, Fang! Come ON!" she says, exasperated
>"L-look maybe guitar isn't his strong suit, work with me here Trish. Please." Fang pleads. I simply nod along
>"Fine. You know what. How about you play something more your speed, then. If we're FORCED to do this." Trish says, spitting venom at Fang. I'm not a fan of her attitude but she's not wrong.
>"Sorry Fang, I just wanted to play along. I know I'm not very good." I say, frowning at her
>"No it's fine, we all sucked at first. You'll find where you fit in I promise, dweeb." She smiles at me. We lock eyes and smile at each other as Trish returns to the auditorium stage with something in her hands
>"Here." she shoves it into mine. A cowbell. Huh.
>"Trish..." Fang says, tiredness echoing in her voice
>"No, lets start here." I say to Fang, Trish's eyebrows shoot up in surprise that I'm agreeing to this.
>"I can at least keep rhythm decently." I shrug, and tap the little rubber mallet against the cowbell, it dinking at my touch.
>Fang sighs but starts the count down into the song "Prolapses are god's way of telling you you're doing it right."
>I get into the flow and tonk away at my little device. Managing to keep up and actually enjoy my input, however small. Strangely as we play I notice both Trish and Fang shooting me surprised glances.
>As we finish the song up Trish stares at me in bewilderment as Fang speaks up
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