Chapter 3 · free to read
Rehearsal room, above the noodle stall. Rent paid in bowls washed.
Monday to Sunday, six to nine. His mother printed a new one every week and taped the old one inside the piano lid.
BASSIST WANTED. NO MONEY. ONE STAGE. He printed forty and put up thirty-eight.
He was playing for a funeral fair three stalls down, and he had not looked up once in an hour.
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