I was home watching I Love New York when I got the sudden urge to call Clayton. So I did. I ended up driving out to his house and we hung out for a while. I was being a complete fool considering the fact that I was driving on these roads especially at these hours of the night (I left the house at 11 pm, got home at 3 am), but by the time I had called Clayton, I was feeling so lonely and depressed I would have done just about anything for contact comfort.

We played silly games and made absolute asses of ourselves on Guitar Hero. It's been a long while since I had that good of a genuine laugh. Clayton got this idea that he wants to really play guitar as opposed to the *coughriggedcough* game. He got all excited about how he was going to play and I would sing like before. I was excited yes, but I was more interested in learning how to actually play this odd instrument.

All of the guitars were faced away from me, and I believe there were five of them. He picked up his new Fender and strummed around on it before setting it down. Finally he decided on his navy electric. He hooked it up to the amp.

"Which one do you want?" He asked me.

That's like asking which piece of cake I want if I've never eaten sweets. I shrugged. "The blue one."

"You mean the one I'm using?"

"No, no. The one closest to me."

"Oh. That, my dear, is a bass." He said.

I frowned. "Hand it here."

I strapped it on and held it in my hands. I felt a strange sense of confidence in holding this instrument I didn't even have the slightest idea how to play.

"It suits you well. Very well." He said, looking me over.

I looked down at my attire. I had my pink Hello Kitty pajama pants on with my green t-shirt I had worn to work today. Maybe bass players are supposed to look like shit.

He taught me D chord and I flirted around with that for a while. After a few things that I would even think to call a song, Clayton decided to play with a peddle he had recently gotten. I sat with the bass in my hands, dreaming about the band I so badly want to create and be in.

I hit a note. I strummed it a few times, then moved to a higher note, down to a lower note.... before I knew what I was playing, I played the bass line to War All of the Time. Of course it was slow going at first, but I heard Thursday's music in my amp. It sped up gradually until finally I was playing at full tempo. Clayton even played the guitar part, and I sang. More like screamed. I didn't tell Clayton this because he would have kicked my ass, but I think I strained the old pipes a bit tonight. At the same time I find it hard to care. I was having such a marvelous time I hardly noticed the pain (the blood afterwards was what I did notice).

I can't believe myself and what I did. It was a terrible day, but the night... it turned out okay.