When He Plays, No One Speaks

“Gene, what’s bugging you?” Tracy put her bass guitar on the stand and went over to where he strummed a few cords.

“Nothing.”

“Come on. I’m your girlfriend. I know when something’s bugging you.”

“Leave him alone.” Bruce butted in without leaving his place behind the keyboard. “He’s got issues.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Gene stared at the back of his guitar for a long time. “I think I might have killed my father.”

Everyone else in the band shut up fast, but Gene didn’t try to explain. Instead, he hit a hard progression that had them all scrambling for their instruments.

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