Band Rehearsal

Earth M-697250

"Look. Can you just play the song the way I wrote it?" Glory groaned at Felicia. She'd been dreading the Mary Janes' first rehearsal with their returning guitarist, and once again, she and Felicia were right back at one another's throats.

Felicia scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Why? I was just adding my own spin on it... just admit it, it sounds better this way."

"It's my song, you narcissistic tit! Not every song needs your personal 'spin'," Glory snapped.

"Obviously your songs do, you fucking hack!" Felicia snapped back. "I was just trying to help, and here you are, up my ass again..."

Glory immediately got into Felicia's face. "Call me a hack again. Seriously, try it. See what happens."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Gwen interjected as she stepped between them. "No need to start throwing punches, ladies... It's just a song. Besides, we agreed that this whole thing would be a more collaborative effort this time around. Glory, if you don't want our ideas in your song, you can keep it and record it yourself."

"Fair enough," Glory admitted. "I guess I wouldn't have brought the song to you guys if I didn't want to hear what you thought about it..."

"And Felicia, you could at least try playing the song the way Glory wrote it. Then we could all have a vote on which version we prefer?" Gwen suggested.

"I guess I could do that," Felicia shrugged. "I'll admit, the last song Glory and I worked on was a banger... and if the rest of the band prefers her version, I can at least respect that."

Glory sighed and nodded. "Sorry I was so rude about it, Felicia. I don't actually hate you... you just really, really get under my skin."

"Eh, the feeling's mutual. But I'll try to tone down the shit talking nonetheless," Felicia said, extending her fist out. "We're good?"

Glory smiled and bumped her fist with Felicia's. "For now. I'm sure we'll be yelling at each other again in like an hour, though."

"True. But I'll try not to get personal or anything about it," Felicia conceded.

"Yeah, let's try to keep our arguments strictly business from now on," Glory agreed.

"Good idea," Gwen said. "You wanna try that song again?"

"Actually, I could use a break," MJ chimed in. "And I think you guys could as well."

"Fine by me," Glory agreed, as did the rest of the band.

MJ walked up to Gwen and whispered, "Nice save back there... I appreciate it."

"Eh, we knew those two were gonna get into it sooner or later," Gwen whispered back. "I like to think that I've got some experience with this kinda thing. Remember the arguments we used to get into?"

"I try not to," MJ chuckled. "They were really petty and embarrassing, looking back..."

Gwen chuckled back. "Yeah, well, we made it through them without beating each other senseless. I think with a little help those two can, too."

"I hope so," MJ sighed. "Those two are awesome at what they do. If we can get 'em on the same page, we're gonna write some killer music."

Gwen nodded. "And you can keep sleeping with Felicia," she teased.

"Shut up!" MJ exclaimed, smacking Gwen's arm. "That's not why I brought her back."

"Maybe not. But I'll still never let you hear the end of it," Gwen smirked.

"No, no you won't. It's a good thing you're a damn good drummer or I'd kick you out of the band so fast -- what the fuck?!"

A blinding light suddenly flashed around the band, and suddenly, they weren't in their rehearsal space anymore...