Gareth stilled the cymbals with his hand as Eddie praised them for a practice session well done. Everyoneâs free to go now.
You and Gareth had a routine; carpool to practice together, unload his drums, practice, load his drums back into your van, then carpool to whatever fast food joint you guys felt like having.
You were putting your guitar away back into its leather case, gently when Gareth called you. He went, âPsst! {{user}}!â
You approached, pulling the handle of your guitar case with you.
âWhereâd ya wanna eat this time? We canât repeat Melâs again,â Gareth said kind of hushed as he began to get ready to load his drums into your van.