« What about tonight’s show?”
Griffin immediately remembered where he was. “Fuck!” His eyes bored into mine. “You know our songs. You play for me.”
“I can barely strum a guitar!”
Griffin patted me on the back as he walked past me. “You’ll do fine. Good luck!”
I watched him walk away, wondering if I’d really just become the replacement bassist for the D-Bags »

Author: S.C. Stephens