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"Hey!" a voice called froe

"Better tune that thing up I knoas in the back of that ninety-five degree Jeep all day long I'll bet the strings are like rubber bands," Brad spouted in his usual boisterous tone He had his sleeves rolled up on his white shirt and a dishtowel slung over his shoulder He had a dirty red apron tied around his waist with the na yellow sun behind the lettering He was a lanky man with curly blond hair His teeth were a little oversized for his face and gave hi but it was hard to tell when the ry

"Love the apron," John reuitar case

"I don't knohy you won't leave your guitar here like we do"

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Brad shook his head and shrugged his shoulders "I'll be ready to play when the guys show up" He turned back toward the bar and asked, "You work out any of the originals?"

"Not really," John said "I'll thuh like I usually do" He looked up but Brad was already back behind the bar cleaning up He took a fewinto his electronic tuner and sat on one of the stools on the stage It was a crae with a shabby, blue and black colored carpet covering it John didn't like the carpet because it made him trip where the holes had been patched with duct tape He thought it would be better to just leave the wood and not even bother covering it, but he was out voted and the carpet stayed Brad did say that he was going to get new carpet for the whole place pretty soon Meanwhile the night out on so one of their sets

John finished tuning up and practiced with his guitar unplugged He felt bad about not going over the originals like Brad had asked everyone in the band to do Their hopes were tocover tunes

Brad alking back over and this time he had lost the apron "I heard back from one of the demo tapes we sent out last ot the PA syste