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Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
We have started a new band. D is our singer. I hurriedly assemble my equipment before the curtain goes up. I can’t find my fuzz. K opens the curtain as we begin to play "Flying High" and hop around. My guitar sound is really weak. Afterwards, K is angry – he claims that people are leaving because of my sound. I am angry too. I slug him in the arm because he didn’t give me enough time. I continue looking for the device in my "truck" which is stacked 2 stories high with framed pictures.