“Yes, baby, yes.” Georgie spun where he stood, landing one deep note on his bass guitar. “I think we’ve got it. What about you, Eggsalad?”
“It’s perfect,” said Wes. “Consider me Blüdsucker’s number one fan.”
“Hell yeah, you are,” Nicky grinned. He played a couple of random notes. “Who knows? Maybe one day you might even end up here with us?”
Wes laughed. “Who, me? Nah, nah.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I can’t play anything for one, and for another, you do not want to hear me sing.”
“Excuses!” Nicky proclaimed. “You don’t need to be good to rock, you just need to have spirit.”
“Pretty sure you also need to be good,” said Wes.
“You know, if you’ve got a good shout, you wouldn’t be bad,” said Scott. “Most metal singers kinda shout anyway.”
“I’m telling you guys, you don’t have to include me.
