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"My arms are going to fall off. How am I going to drum with no arms?"

You smile.

You're sitting in the lounge of the studio with Josh, who's laying on a couch, cuddling a pillow.

You're waiting for Tyler to finish recording his vocals for today.

"We're so close to being finished that it's annoying," Josh groans. "I can tell how frustrated Tyler is. He keeps fighting with his songs to get them the way he wants-"

Josh sighs.

"See, this is why I chose to play the drums."

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