2 Assholes 1 Tour Bus
@slaed
Kyle had quit the band in a storm of drunk rage, he had punched a hole in his own drywall and yelled at everyone to get out of his apartment. Tyler had left and called the next day to see if Kyle had really meant it. He had, unfortunately meant every word, including all the names that he had called Tyler. . Now they had no guitarist and a tour coming up in less than six weeks. He couldn’t even get a reason out of Kyle that went into any more detail than “I fucking hate all of you fucking scumbags”. Tyler decided it was best to just leave it be after all everyone was replaceable. Except him.
Getting a new guitarist was going to be a bitch and a half. Nearly everyone they knew was going to be on tour with their own bands and their only choice was to bring on somebody else.
A few days later, they had rented out a rehearsal space for the day to hold the auditions. Everyone that had come through so far had absolutely fucking sucked, and Tyler was well and truly bored. He scrolled through his phone and liked a few of Ezra Young’s posts on Instagram, thinking “I’d wreck that over and over”. Era Alive was on this tour too, so he just might get to if he wasn’t too busy with his other debaucherous activities.
Tyler looked up from his phone and at the list of names. “Slade Graves?” He called out. What a douche bag. That had to be a stage name. Stage names stopped being cool a long time ago.
