“What happens in the band room stays in the band room.”
“Wat happens in the band room stays in the band room”
“He’ll never know. What stays in the VIP room happens in the VIP room,” she slurs.“Don’t you mean what happens in the VIP room stays in the VIP room?”“That’s what I said.”I snicker. “Oh, okay.”
“Those of us who frequent the band room have long suspected that Becca maintains her lovely figure by eating nothing but the souls of kittens and the dreams of impoverished children.”
“The penny dropped. I sat in my room and burst into tears. Our band had barely begun, and already our drummer and bass player were a couple of drug fiends!”
“What shitty band are you in?”