[ No matter what Jeff's going through, Sharky always knows the right thing to say. It's like the dude's been there. Which, hey, he's been alive and kicking for a long time now, so maybe he really has some experience with bands breaking up and shit. Maybe that's why he's never mentioned the drums to Jeff before.

Jeff nods solemnly as he drags an amp out to center stage and starts to plug in. ]

Yeah. I just-- I always thought me and Ally... [ Would make it to the top, together, even if bassists and rhythm guitarists changed. But talking about his best friend still feels like poking at an open wound, even after a year, so he just strums out a few chords, plays a few licks, just gets a feel for the sound and everything, then puts on another smile. ]

Oh! John the Fisherman? Bet that's a good warmup before we get into, like, Tommy the Cat. [ A beat, then a dreamy: ] Man, I wish we knew a bassist here...