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Leo leaned forward, breathing hard, and laughed. It was a raw, ugly sound, half sob. In the silence after the song, he picked up the microphone. He didn't plug it in. He just held it.

He picked a different song. A simpler one. "Learn to Fly" by Foo Fighters. Easy tempo. He pressed start. rock band 4 band-in-a-box bundle

He strapped on the guitar, the plastic fret buttons sticky under his fingers. He hit "Play." Leo leaned forward, breathing hard, and laughed

Leo sat down on the cheap stool. The yellow pad was missing, but the red, blue, and green ones worked. He grabbed the wooden sticks—chewed up by some unknown dog years ago. He didn't plug it in

For an hour, he was terrible. Then, something clicked. His left hand found the high-hat pattern. His right hand learned to hit the snare without thinking. His foot… his foot still lied, but it was a more convincing lie. He felt the sweat on his back. He felt the stupid, wonderful physicality of it. The thwack of the sticks, the stomp of the pedal, the glow of the screen.