"You
know, we can't get anything done this way." Mike gripped his guitar
by its neck, strangling it in a hold Stu envisioned Mike wanting to
do to him, except with both hands.
Running his fingers along the instrument, Stu mimicked the melody of
the song they were practicing, adding what wasn't supposed to be there.
The original was too … shallow. There was no interest in the keyboard
part -- what there was of the keyboard part.
from Untitled (a story in development)
