Kurt prided himself on his patience. He was a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. And he was pretty sure that his ability to tolerate just about anything was the sole reason he hadn’t smashed Shane over the head with his bass. That and the fact the Warwick was his favorite and had cost him more than any car he’d ever owned.
He was beginning to think Shane had forgotten how to say anything other than, “Alright, let’s do that one again.” He’d heard it so many times over the last few hours he wanted to stab himself in the ears just so he’d never have to hear it again.
“What was wrong with that one?”
Shane didn’t bother to look up from his computer screen. “You missed a couple of notes in the middle section.”
“So?”
“So, it needs to be perfect.”
“Well, I’m sure if you bother to listen to the th
