Mitch sat at the bar of his favorite local hang out and venue. The 25 year old 6'3" buzzed cut drummer sipped his beer while he looked at his drum kit on the make shift stage. He had a gig that night with his buddies and there was a decent turn out. He played this bar so regularly he didn't even bother to hand out flyers half the time since most people knew his band "Ground Ball with Eyes" was playing most thursday evenings. He finished his beer and looked at the time noticing he had time to kill.
The rest of his band mates, Kevin on Bass, and Ryan on lead vocals and guitar would be their shortly. He usually was early since his stuff took longer to set-up, plus he liked talking to his favorite bartender, who always seemed to be working when they played. Either she liked their music, could tolerate it, or sucked it up because they had become friends over the years. He finished his beer and looked over his left arm which was fully covered in tattoos noting that he needed to get some of it touched up.
A few minutes went by and Kevin and Ryan walked in and he greeted them with the usual hello's and helped bring and set stuff up. He then looked back at the bar looking for his favorite girl.
"Hey could we get 3 beers? Thanks doll!"
And he gave her a big goofy cheesy grin after he yelled to her. He liked to pretend he was a hot shot rockstar when clearly he wasn't. But she never really got mad which is why their friendship worked. He set up his own mic and once things were set up they walked back to the bar to retrieve their requested beverages and wait for their time to start.
The rest of his band mates, Kevin on Bass, and Ryan on lead vocals and guitar would be their shortly. He usually was early since his stuff took longer to set-up, plus he liked talking to his favorite bartender, who always seemed to be working when they played. Either she liked their music, could tolerate it, or sucked it up because they had become friends over the years. He finished his beer and looked over his left arm which was fully covered in tattoos noting that he needed to get some of it touched up.
A few minutes went by and Kevin and Ryan walked in and he greeted them with the usual hello's and helped bring and set stuff up. He then looked back at the bar looking for his favorite girl.
"Hey could we get 3 beers? Thanks doll!"
And he gave her a big goofy cheesy grin after he yelled to her. He liked to pretend he was a hot shot rockstar when clearly he wasn't. But she never really got mad which is why their friendship worked. He set up his own mic and once things were set up they walked back to the bar to retrieve their requested beverages and wait for their time to start.