What we got HERE, is a failure to communicate.
My son, 8, is a colossal pain in the butt this morning. It started out as a miracle that the UPS guy brought our Rock Band for PS2 on a Saturday morning, before we could start to get bored even.
Then it turned into a nightmare as my son had meltdowns because we couldn't get the wireless guitar going, then had meltdowns because the drums were too hard, then had meltdowns because he failed at singing.
I did have one shining moment, eventually, when I scored 97% on "Gimme Shelter" by the Stones...it was the first song we completed without somebody failing to perform.
All I wanted was adoration from the fans, and instead, this is what I was given. Harumph.
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