You Ain't The First

Chapter 4 - Jamming Out

Harley

"Okay, you wanna try playing the drums, McKagan?"

"I haven't played in years, but for you." Duff said, with a wink.

I rolled my eyes, and got up.

He sat behind, the drums and played a little.

"Eh, you're not that bad." I say and grab my bass.

"Holy shit, you play the bass too?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I play many instruments, so does Sabrina." I replied.

"What instruments do you play?"

"Bass, guitar, violin, drums and piano."

"Goddamn, you have talent." He says.

I smiled to myself and blushed a pink color.
"Thanks,"

"AWWW YOU'RE FINALLY GETTING ALONG!" Sabrina says happily.

I rolled my eyes, and played "Sweet Child O Mine" on the bass.

I absolutely LOVED playing this song on the bass, Duff is a genius and so is Slash.

"Please tell me you can play the drums to this song," I tell Duff.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, Harls." He said, with a smirk.

"I give up." I said.

Izzy started playing his part in the song, while Sabrina played the awesome riff that Slash; usually played.

Izzy's jaw dropped, as she moved from fret to fret and how her fingers easily played the chords.

"Holy shit," he mumbled to himself.

I was dying of laughter, seeing that Izzy was really impressed.

Duff was playing the drums, pretty good for someone who hasn't played in years.

"Good job, Duffy." I turned around and said to him.

He blushed a cute pink color, and I smiled.

"Okay, Sabrina, you're gonna sing." I said to her.

"What? Me?" She asked.

"Yeah, you, now sing."

"She's got a smile, that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories; where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky.
Now and then, when I see her face she takes me away to that special place and if I stare too long; I'd probably break down and cry" she sang and I harmonized with her.

She looked at me, and that was my cue to sing the chorus.

"Whoa, sweet child o' mine, whoa oh, oh, oh, sweet love of mine" I sang by myself.

Sabrina continued to play the guitar, Izzy played his rhythm guitar, and Duff on the drums. And I was, on the bass. To be honest, I was actually enjoying this.

"You wanna sing, Izzy?" I asked, the black haired guitarist.

"Sure," he replied.

"She's got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain, I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me, of a warm safe place; where as a child I'd hide, and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by." He sang, looking at Sabrina.

She was blushing, so hard, I snickered.

"Whoa, oh, oh, sweet child o' mine; whoa oh oh oh, sweet love of mine." Duff and I sang together.