"You wanna see some moves? I got some moves."
"Are we ganging up on the trumpeter now? I can never keep track."
They were so sick of the trumpeter's antics, they made him face away from the rest of the band.
"I swear that wasn't me. I didn't even have beans today."
Detachable ears had their advantages, but if you didn't check they were there every few minutes, you'd be afraid you left them on the bus or something.
"Where can we sign up for the Wolf Pack?!"
The video screen gives the sense they have an army of pink clad ladies on their side. Perfect for intimidating their enemies.
"I play the saxophone, but don't tell these guys. They're maniacs."
The trumpeter snuck in at the last minute, knowing how cutthroat things were.
That's kinda dark you guys.
There was always a battle over who would play bass or guitar. But they connected in knowing the body of the keyboardist would never be found.
"Wait, I think the bag of jello I stuck in my back pocket ripped open."
"My band has a lot of quirks. But they're good guys once you get to know them."
"Let's change the topic. I'm here."
