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Post by DMOverlord on Feb 4, 2008 22:11:29 GMT -5
Unusually large for a coffee house, the Vend'e Coffee House is named after its owner, Ted Vend'e. This is his second coffee house, his first being in Seattle. They are famous for their unusual, yet delicious coffees, smoothies, shakes, and, at the same time, rock music. Though sometimes it was replaced with a comedy act, every Friday night hosts a different local band. They don't just let anyone walk off the street, though. The manager is usually invited to a band's gig somewhere else, and after his consideration, he may or may not hire them to play. Many bands invite him, and very few get in. The shop has been open for about 3 years now, and has already become huge in the area. It has become the default reference when someone says "The Coffee House".
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Post by Jack Wilder on Feb 7, 2008 20:32:25 GMT -5
I wasn't really paying attention to the speed limit. The 'Stang was doing about a hundred twenty miles per hour, and the engine was roaring. I looked at my watch. 5:29. Dammit.
I pushed the car even harder, and some of my modifications kicked in: the supercharger screamed, the high whine mixing in with the guttural roar of the engine. Vend'e Coffee House was coming up on the left, I jerked the steering wheel, and managed to powerslide into the parking lot before any cars hit me. Still skidding sideways, I slid into the empty space next to a red and blue flame-decaled van. Optimus.
I checked my watch. Nine minutes, thirteen seconds. My record. I grabbed my guitar and headed inside.
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Post by escapethechaos on Feb 7, 2008 20:52:07 GMT -5
It was 5:15. I was ready, all I needed was my guitar, and I was ready to head out the door. I put the case carfully in the back of my car and headed to the Coffee House. Wow, I was there really early. That's unusual. I ordered a cup of coffee and waited for people to arrive.
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Post by DMOverlord on Feb 9, 2008 20:04:17 GMT -5
As Jack enters, he sees Steve hooking up Jack's marshall half-stack to the store's full stack. Benjamin, the drummer, already has his drum kit up, but is tinkering with one of the screws. Audrey is sitting in front of a 200 Watt bass amp, not plugged in, but playing around on it. Almost time for the show, the guitarist still hasn't shown up. Steve smirks at Jack and pulls out an American Stratocaster, which jack didn't even know he could play... or if he even can at all. Another thing he notices is that the stratocaster, along with its candy-apple red beauty, is a lefty.
It's 5:50. The band is scheduled to begin playing at 6:00. Still with no sign of the guitarist, people are flowing in, excited to behold their weekly thrill after a week's work. There's already at least 80 people, and the door hasn't completely closed in 5 minutes. Steve continues to beg to play. There isn't much of a choice; All the songs require two guitars, and he's been to all the meetings, all the gigs, and he's even written some songs. It's up to the band, however. The drummer agrees that he should.
What does the rest of the band think?
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Post by Reno Levvy on Feb 21, 2008 10:38:31 GMT -5
I'm hanging out with one of the most delectable shakes i've ever tasted. The band is almost ready, but they seem fustrated about something... except the drummer, but then again, he is a drummer. The show should be starting about now; I'm making my way to the front where the action is!
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Post by Jack Wilder on Feb 21, 2008 19:26:55 GMT -5
Jack frowned. Had she gone insane?
"Er, actually, I am the guitarist, Audrey . . . we've been in a band for three years, you should know that by now . . . "
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Post by DMOverlord on Feb 21, 2008 19:40:44 GMT -5
the backup guitarist
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Post by Jack Wilder on Feb 21, 2008 21:51:17 GMT -5
(( It's called rhythm guitar, almighty DM. ))
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Post by DMOverlord on Feb 22, 2008 12:26:13 GMT -5
just answer the damned question!!
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Post by escapethechaos on Feb 22, 2008 15:32:45 GMT -5
.....Okay, now i'm just confused. Who are we waiting for then?
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Post by DMOverlord on Feb 25, 2008 10:41:04 GMT -5
Ah, whatever. You are all onstage, and Steve is on rhythm guitar. As the crowd cheers, your band's name is announced. Everyone, roll for perform (string instrument) check.
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Post by DMOverlord on Feb 25, 2008 10:54:34 GMT -5
Rowena Foster is in the audience as well. She actually came just to get a quick drink, as she is in Colorado Springs to get a story for the Denver Post. She has time to burn, so she stays to see what the big rave is about here.
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Post by Rowena on Feb 26, 2008 5:23:09 GMT -5
Rowena walked up to the counter and took her smoothie before sitting down in one of the tall stools. She should probably be working on her story, but people were streaming in to order their drinks and watch the band setting up on the stage. She figured that she should most likely see what all the fuss is. The musical taste here was generally good, so she assumed the band would be worth listening to.
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Post by Jack Wilder on Mar 19, 2008 21:02:03 GMT -5
Jack reverently lifted the Les Paul in his hands. Rich mahogany body. Three-color sunburst flame maple top. Smooth, graceful neck. Polished gold pickups and knobs, glowing in the soft light. Six silvery strings, stretching like a loom down the ebony fingerboard. Positively divine.
I lifted the pick, and ran it across the strings. In perfect tune, they chimed out as one. I slipped the black leather strap over my shoulder. I plugged it into the amp, and played a simple scale. That's all I needed; I was ready to play.
The band took their places: Benjamin at the drums, Audrey on the bass, Steve as rhythm, and myself on lead guitar. The mics were in the usual place: one for Audrey, one for me. Today, though, Steve had one. I suppose he was singing with us too.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and counted off for beats. One. Two. Three. Four . . .
My eyes flew open, my fingers started to fly. Up and down the strings, I played the first few notes of Layla.
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Post by DMOverlord on Mar 19, 2008 21:07:06 GMT -5
The crowd roars in excitement. Even as you count, people are pumping their fists. Everyone shall new roll for their perform check (String Instrument & Vocals).
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