WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?! Okay... CKY because it's CKY Backyard Punk Concerts or a Sold out Arena?

I pick Funk any day. Fast Solos or Slow Solos

Jason starts humming the solo to Smells alike Teen Spirit while scratching the cats back and tapping his foot. "Load up on guns. Bring your friends it's fun to lose and to pretend." Jason lets the cat claw at his shirt while his eyes start to droop.

I'm pretty sure they disbanded

HAHAHA!

Difficult... Metal Rock or Punk

"Not to mention that she lied about knowing where he was. And the fact that he wanted to divorce her. She wanted his money. Handwriting forgery found in her purse by her lawyer." Jason blankly stares into the tv. "She got away with it. That's the only things that bothers me."

"She definitely killed him." Jason looks at Pam and looks back at the tv. "Well.. Um.. Nirvana only needed one guitarist. Kurt wanted the simple feel of Nirvana and that what he got." Jason looks back at Pam. "Why do you think she killed him?"

"I used to know the lead singer." He takes out the picture from his pocket and lays it on the table. It's of Kurt Cobain playing in one of the first names for Nirvana, PenCap Chew. "I was friends with him all the way up until he died. This is when they were still trying to get 'Big' but he was always more for playing small shows." Jason unzips his jacket and sets it on the arm of his couch.

"Nah, I'm still fucked up from last night. I'm here to serve." Jason sits back, knowing what's going to happen when she shoots up. Her eyes will dim, breath will shorten. He just takes this time to relax and kick back. "You know who Nirvana is?" He asks eagerly.

"So, pick your poison. I've got weed, heroin, shroom, coke. Take your pick." Jason reaches in his pocket and pulls out a smaller baggie. He lays it on the table. "And if you're feeling really adventurous I've got some Acid." Jason noticing her smiling motions her to the drugs. He looks at her kittens running around playing and going crazy. "Man, whatever they're on I'll take two." Jason sits there for a moment before taking something from the box and putting it in his pocket.

Jason knocked on Pam's door. He checks inside his small cigar box to make sure he had all the stuff that he needed. Looking through he sees baggies, picks and pictures spread all through it. Jason stands up straight and practices what he'd say in his head. 'Hey, I brought the drugs.' Didn't seem like a great ice breaker. He just waits for her to answer the door.

"Alright, that sounds like a good time. Let me get my stuff from my apartment and I'll head over to yours." Jason takes his guitar and case up to his apartment and thanks Kevin for his time. As he gets up to his apartment he grabs his small cigar box and walks over to Pam's apartment.

"I've got some, but I don't know if it's any of the kind you're looking for." Jason lets off a mischievous smile that would lure anybody to temptation. "If you want, I could definitely show you sometime."

"No, no band yet. Just writing music and trying to play." Jason takes his hat off to pull his hair back. "I like to party depending on what we do." Jason makes a gesture that would seem fitting for a teenager for smoking weed. He starts to smile at his dumb gesture. "But yeah, I like to party."

"I don't know, you look like you're doing just as bad as I am." Jason chuckles for a minute. "I moved here from Washington about two years ago. That 'asshole' that keeps blasting music at 2 am is me. Just practicing." Jason let's off a smirk.

Jason looks at Pam with a steady stare. His eyes burning from the drugs still in system and the lack of sleep because of them. "How are you doing?" He doesn't feel any fear when asking her, completely numb by his long night of making 'music'. He stands weakly and waits for a response.

Jason eyes Pam, noticing her posture and movement he thinks to himself "God, I know that feeling. I hope she feels better than I do." Jason checks his sleeves again to ensure nobody sees his track marks and rubs his eyes to give him an excuse for why they're so red.

"It's all about confidence when you play. The only reason that somebody isn't good at something is because they doubt themselves." Jason moves Kevin's fingers into a D chord position. "When you strum that I want you to imagine you've been playing for years. Just relax and let the vibrations of the guitar take over."

"Fender has always been a trusted brand for electric guitars. My friend used to play around with a Jaguar. It was cheap then but now it's just overpriced to hell." Jason looks down at his guitar case and takes out his guitar. "You wanna mess with it for a minute? It's pretty cheap, so you can fuck it up and it wouldn't matter."

ALRIGHT Moving on with the game Would you rather Listen to every Justin Bieber song on repeat. Have your eardrums blown out by a Van Halen concert and never be able to hear again.

Jason shakes Kevin's hand firmly and chuckles at his joke. "Yeah, I've been trying to get my music career off the ground for a while now. And I've definitely seen some of the work you've done. I'm not too knowledgeable when it comes to cars but.. You do some good work." Jason pushes his sunglasses up to act like a hair band. He takes one more puff of his cigarette before putting it out. "You like guitars man?"

Personally never played either, but I like the look of JSR better than JSRF Acoustic Guitar or Electric Guitar

Jason, completely hungover from trying to drink away his problems, decides to get up. He realizes that he has about an hour to get to his gig at a coffee shop. He grabs his Martin Acoustic Guitar and puts it in his guitar case. As he walks down the stairs he hears a man talking to somebody, Jason puts on sunglasses to hide his bloodshot eyes and rolls down his sleeves. "Hey, I've seen you around before haven't I?" He turns to Kevin, not understanding why he asked that if he's trying to be unnoticed. Jason sets his guitar case down and lights up a cigarette with god knows what's in it.

Job, yes. Business, I'm doubtful on that one.