![]() Cannon-shot beats echoed, overlapped, and swelled like an approaching army. ![]() She took a deep breath and kicked a volley of hard thumps into the black. The kit’s blind trust made Dog gulp an urge to up and run. “Come on, Rocky,” she whispered and cogs whirred back at her. Dog brushed trembling fingers over the kit and it twitched around her, jittery. She shuffled in her seat, checked contacts, toggled switches and sensed Meg’s impatience, standing in the dark between the drums and hungry fans. As Meg took her spot out front, they thrummed the darkness with their chanting, “Rock… Work! Rock… Work!”ĭog’s sticks were already slick in her palms as she snapped rubber bands around them. ![]() ![]() Now Dog’s chest shook worse than her hands, jacked up on the worry of letting her girlfriend down, again. Also mentioned in this episode, treasured author Eugie Foster passed away.ĭog sat at her kit, in the cavernous dark at the back of the stage, with Meg’s kiss chilling on her lips. ![]()
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