“Can we break for lunch or something?” Kurt asked. “I’m getting tired here, dude. And my fingers are sore.”
“Use a pick.”
Shane saw the bass player glare at him, unsure if it was because he didn’t let him have a break or because he suggested a pick. It could be either one. Kurt was judgmental against any bass player that didn’t pluck with their fingers.
“Okay, okay. One more time, then you can grab something to eat.”
“Fine.”
It had been several hours, and they were still working on the second song of the day. Shane was certain they wouldn’t finish by dinner and would have to continue the next day. Which was fine with him. It delayed having to work with Simone on her tracks; he wasn’t sure when he was going to stop being angry with her.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Shane clicked the
