"OK. Do you remember the Guitar Girls?" He nodded.
"They were so cool. One bass player, one lead guitar player. Both girls. Played whole songs only in guitar. Why?"
"You're looking at their bass player." Ashley looked shocked.
"Yea. She looks like you, but her hair-"
"Was blond and had black streaks in it, yes. I couldn't dye my hair fully black or it faded faster. Best I could do."
"Let me guess, Laura was the other girl. She hasn't changed much."
"No she hasn't. We both still play. But...the last concert..."
"I know. You freaked and puked all over the stage. I went to all your guy's shows, even that one. I'm surprised I didn't recognize you."
"Not a lot of people see me as her anymore. You see, I was fine before then. Sure, pre-jitters and all that, but something happened that time. Must've been the fact that I had ate right before, which I never did before. Probably mixed with the jitters and put a bad result. Now, when I see a large crowd staring at me, my body automatically goes into that mode. I feel nauseous and dizzy. I still play. I know the parts in all of your songs."
"Will you play one for me?"
"I didn't bring my bass. I left it at home."
"Hold on." He jumped out of the room. A few minutes later, he came in for me. He covered my eyes, and brought me to a room. When I opened my eyes, I saw all of their instruments. Laura was already there, tuning her guitar. My bass was in it's stand, right next to her.
"NO WAY! YOU BROUGHT THEM?"
"Yeah. I asked Andy if it would be okay. He said sure, so I did. Figured they would come in handy." I realized everyone else was there, too. For some reason, I felt comfortable with them.
"It's already tuned up. All you gotta do is play. You ready?" I hung the strap over my shoulder, felt the familiar neck of my guitar. It wasn't anything special, a full black bass so run down from all the times I have used it. My first ever guitar.
"Ready." I said, and we began to play.