“Yes.Ihavetogetonstageintwomonths.”Crapushedherownrimlessgssesup,pulledthefive-stringbassfromitscase,andspokewithabsoluteseriousness.“Teacher,Itriedthisafternoon.Myfiylegetsswallowedbythedouble-kick.Weonlyhaveonehourperlessoousethathourtofieffitwaytthenmyweakestskill—sp—especiallyhowtogetthatmetallic,granurbiteohstring.”
TeacherCailookedatthestubbornrefusal-to-back-downinhereyes,sighedhelplessly,andpickeduphisownbass.
“Fine.Ifyou,honorstudent,havedecidedtojumpintoafirepit,thenI’llteachyouhowtojumpinwithoutdying.”
Hestood,thezyshut-invibefallingaway.Hisexpressionsharpeosomethingprofessional.
“First:youosmashyouroldJ-Rockhabitsintopieces.J-Rockspislight,quick,tinuous.alspisviolehetics.Yhtthumb’tjust*tap*thestringandbounceoff.Youoswingitlikeawhip—usetheexplosiverotationofyourwristto*drivethrough*thatlowestBstring.”
Ashespoke,histhumbsmmeddown.Abrutallycrisp,metallicimpactcrackedthroughtheroom.
haledandcopiedhisposture,rotatingherwristandstrikinghard.
Butthesoundcameoutdull—andahot,stingingpaihejointofherthumb.
“WrongaeacherCaicorrectedherwithoutmercy.“Yourthumbobeparalleltothestring—hitrightatthestfret!Andthespeedinthebackhalfof*CivilWar*—ifyourelyonyourarmstrength,youwon’tstaminutebeforeyourhandcramps.Youhavetolearntoborrowforfirengtharing’srebound.”
Thehourwas,forCra,puremuscletorture.
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