Characters

Mara: a short young girl, 14 or 15 years old, dawning RPG-esque robes and gear, in her hand she clutches 2 custom drum sticks, sharpened at the ends, designed to double as useable weapons.

Kiros: a 17 or 18 year old boy, with long red hair, and cheap, dumpster diver clothing, dawning a weathered but beautiful guitar with an artistic painting of an angel on it

Sailas: a man of about 20 or 22 wearing plaing black clothing with a red sash, and a microphone at his side in a holster looking somewhat akin to a gun

Koral: a cheery redheaded girl about 16 or 17 with two long pigtails and  dawning a newish bass guitar.

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Sailas: Guys, that was a disaster! Horrid! Mara, you were off-beat the whole time, the rest of us had to work ten times harder to cover it up! And you, Kiros!! We were playing in C major, what the hell were you in?

Kiros: Oh shit! I though we were in C# minor!

Kiros begins to re-tune his guitar to the proper key

Mara assumes a defensive stance

Mara: well it’s not my fault we bough a new bass instead of replacing this sad excuse for a kickdrum!

Koral looks distraughtly down at her instrument and stays silent

Mara: Besides, you’re singing was so bad people probably didn’t even notice my drumming

Koral: guys-

Silas throws his microphone to the ground and slumps down on a bale of hay and buries his head in his hands.

Silas: we lost so many fans, we’re never going to be able to tour any farther than San Francisco, hell, after than we won’t be able to play anywhere anymore!!

Kiros: not to mention we didn’t make any money from that show,

Mara: ARGHH!! This rock band is going no where! I should’ve gone solo!

Mara glares disapprovingly at her fellow band mates

Koral: guys.. maybe.. maybe Mara’s right, perhaps we should all split up for a little while, play at smaller venues and do easier songs, then maybe we can buy new instruments-

Mara: Shut up! You just got a new bass, you don’t need a new instrument

Koral backs up nervously and becomes silent once more

Kiros: hold on guys, this arguing is getting us no where, honestly, we need to logically analyze the problem and systematically figure out how to solve it,

Silas looks up with a distant uninterested look on his face

Mara: well what’s you’re solution, Mr. Harvard?

Mara has a challenging tone, and says Harvard with a certain disdain filled sneer.

Kiros ignores Mara’s attitude

Kiros: first of all, we need new instruments; our drum kit is, well for the lack of a better term, a complete pile of shit

Mara smiles approvingly

Kiros: the cymbals might-as-well be made of tin foil for all the sound quality they give out, as for the snare drum, its painfully obvious that it’s been bathed in duct tape, and we all know the problems associated with our bass drum

Mara drops her attitude and joins Kiros’ side; she shows this by turning around so that she is no longer facing Kiros but now faces the others with a reluctant look on her face.

Mara: at least someone understands around here

Mara glares at Sailas, who looks away, a little sheepishly

Kiros: however, we lack the means to obtain new equipment, as you all have probably figured out by now, we can’t play well with our current instruments, and thus we cannot obtain money from our musicianship.

Sailas stands up, ready to challenge Kiros’ argument

Silas: brilliant, so in so many words you’ve basically told us, that we’ve got no money because we haven’t got good instruments, and vice-versa, thank you for enlightening us, I can see that you’re degree served you well, that’s some top-notch problem identification you’ve got there, it was definitely worth however-many thousand dollars it cost you’re daddy-

Kiros ignores his snide remark, and talks over him.

Kiros: so as we all know, we need to explore alternative sources of income, Koral,

Kiros turns to Koral who looks up

Kiros: I believe due to you’re appearance, skill and new instrument you could easily create a bass CD or perform at smaller venues to earn a decent amount of cash

Mara: see I told you a solo career was the answer!

Kiros: however, due to the sup-par performance tonight, you’re CD probably wouldn’t sell, due to the lack of a fan base, and even small venues might reject you, you’re only realistic option is to play on a street corner, produce your own CDs and hope for donations and buyers, also, this will help get you’re name out, and if you choose to join back up with-

Mara turns back around to face Kiros

Mara: choose?!

Mara grabs Koral’s arm

Mara: Koral’s not going anywhere! She’d never leave us… right?

Mara tightens her grip on Koral

Koral: o-of  course not, what would the point of my solo career be, if not to help the band?

Mara smiles as if satisfied with the answer

Silas: well that’s all great for Koral, but what about the rest of us?

Mara: I’ll be right back

The others look over as she leaves but otherwise pay no mind to her

Kiros: the answer is obvious, you all obtain mundane part time jobs to secure the rent and additionally you can all begin to save up for better equipment. you too are included, Koral, you can play on roadsides in your spare time, but you need a part time job

Silas walks up to Kiros

Sailas: well that’s great for you, I’m sure you’re masters in physics will be well accepted at any Starbucks, but what about me? With my record, the only place I can work is at the penitentiary!

Kiros: then that’s where you’ll take up a job,

Breaking glass is heard in the distance but no one pays attention

Sailas: no way in hell am I going back there!

Sailas makes a fist and looks distraughtly at the ground

Koral:  Sailas…

Koral looks pityingly at Sailas

Kiros: we all have to do things we don’t want to, you should’ve considered the consequences when you-

Sailas grabs Kiros by the collar and raises his voice

Sailas: do you think I did it because I wanted to?! You ignorant bourgeoisie! I regret to inform you, but some of our daddies (Sailas says this word with particular disdain) don’t give us whatever we ask for, don’t talk about things you don’t understand you shitbag!

A police siren is heard in the distance

At this Kiros punches Sailas and Sailas releases his grip as he falls backwards, Kiros regains his composure as Sailas gets back to his feet

Kiros: Sailas.. I believe sometimes, you should follow your own advice and stop creating your own conclusions!

Kiros stalks out of the room and slams the door behind him, then after a few steps outside he breaks into a run

Koral: Kiros!!

Koral runs after him

Sailas slumps back down onto the bail of hay and brushed the blood off of his face, and lights up a cigarette

Sailas: so in the end I end up being the bad guy..

Mara re-enters holding a large plasma TV

Mara: hey guys I found out a better, faster way to make.. guys? Sailas?

Sailas looks up and begins to laugh

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