There’s only one dude in our band and that’s one too many if you ask me. We let Marshall play bass for us because we felt sorry for him and because we get a kick out of his desperate attempts to lay each of us, in turn. Becky’s the one with the loud, long-winded, everyone-in-the-room-pay-attention-to-me stories, so naturally she’s the lead singer. She’s also studying to be an actress, but really she works in a dental office where she gets to surround herself with hot dentists who are unfortunately all gay.
Kelly plays lead guitar with her wiry arms. Her Mick Jaggar physique makes her more suitable to lead singer than Becky’s doughy one, but her personality prefers to hide behind her guitar, pensively plucking at chords. I’m the brooding, angst-inspired drummer. My easy irritability keeps the boyfriends in high turn around, but the beats passionate. We call ourselves Four Color Click Pen. My neighbors hate us.
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