|Entry#18: Dear Emerson|

Dear Emerson,

The biggest problem that I've always had with playing bass was the big transition of playing guitar for three whole years! I've always wanted to play bass but I always get confused when I play certain notes and not all the strings are there. (Because I always played the notes I see on guitar.)
What's your advice?

From, Eric

Dear Eric,

Some advice would be to stick with guitar. I've always wanted to play guitar but I never really got into the transition either. If you still want to play bass AND guitar then you may want to practice both instruments with the same amount of hours. If you leave more time for the other, you might forget how to play the other instrument. Try it. You never know. You may just be able to play bass AND guitar at a very high level!

From, Emm

Emerson signed off of his email address. He had answered fourty whole emails that day.
That same night they had a show and it was taking forever to get to their next destination.
First was Florida. (Orlando and Tampa.)
Next was Texas. (Dallas for a two days.)
Desert, the hottest thing that was ever discovered by Deadly Sins.
They made a stop for gas so Lance and Josh went out to get some water.
"Excuse me, sir?" Josh threw his hand on the counter.
The man looked up and his eyes widened. "Aren't you that fella in that big new band?!" He exclaimed in his country accent.
Josh looked to Lance who was still by the refridgerators. "Uh, no. Wait...how would you know?"
The man pointed to a young girl pulling a large cart. "My sister listens to you."
Josh looked to the young girl. She didn't look bad.
"Oh. Well, I need to get going. I was going to ask you something but-"
Lance interrupted him in the middle of his sentence by throwing the bottles of water, gatorade, and Red Bull onto the fresh counter.
"I'm paying. Don't even touch your pocket." He said, reaching for his own pocket to take out money.
Josh backed away and felt flesh under his arm.

"Oh, I'm sorry, mister." A small voice said.
Josh turned around and saw the young girl.
Her blonde hair up in a bun.
She was wearing a Cobra Starship junior shirt with some some jean shorts. Her thin figure making the outfit work.
The look on her face changed right away. "Oh! MY GOD! You're Josh from Deadly Sins!!! Can I get a p-picture? Or autograph?!"
Josh hadn't even gotten a signiture done in his head.
Well, first times a charm.

She took a napkin from her cart and pounded on the counter.
Her brother handed her a pen.
"Here you go!" She beamed.
Lance smiled and handed the man the money.
He grabbed the bags of many bottles and rushed out the door.
Josh leaned over the counter and spelled out his name.
J - O - S - H.
To make it like an autograph, the 'J' fancy and the rest of his name like regular letters.
She squealed and stuffed it in her pocket.
"Thank you so much! I love you guys so much! I wish I could see you guys in Dallas tonight!"
He listened to her small talk then rushed out the door.

Daina shoved him into the back seat and they hurried off.
Lance sat in the front passenger seat while Emerson drove.
Emerson didn't look as usual.
He looked like he was going to go crazy.

A few hours later they arrived in the back of a stage with other bands in their own vans. A crowd of people waiting to get in.
Emerson parked the van by a concession stand that was empty.
Lina and Cassidy took out boxes that were taped shut.
Harvey and Darren weren't anywhere nearby.
"Cassidy! Where's Harvey and Darren?" He asked.
Cassidy smiled and waved. Then she shrugged. "I don't know. They were going to get the sign that fans made of Dallas."
Daina and Josh looked to eachother. "And the money we make here is going where?" Daina asked.
Lina answered for Cassidy. "It's going to you guys. The money will be all for you. Buying new equipment. Stuff like that."
Josh chuckled. "Oh! I should have known that!"
Daina punched his shoulder and spun around.
The stage crew took out their amps and many guitars and drum sets and basses.

Emerson ran off to the private bathroom.
He reached into his pocket, taking out a pack of new cigarettes.
He opened it carefully and stuck it in his mouth.
"Geez, I missed you." He sucked in the smoke, puffing it out slowly.
It took him ten minutes to finish two long blows of two short cigarettes.
Josh knocked on the door and Emerson rushed.
"Hey, Em! Hurry up! I know you're in there!" He called.
Emerson then opened the door, casually. "Sorry, I really had to go." They both laughed.
"Well, let's go! We need to get ready!"
Emerson nodded and felt his soul for better.
The smoke hit him really good.