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carefully placed in the same hairstyle as the others; his clenched eyes and

narrow, determined lips perfectly matches his slightly withdrawn role as the
band's drummer. Eugene Tafft is hammering away on the upright bass, all

sweaty and slightly red on the face. He’s been placing stickers all over the

contrabass, almost covering it all. The labels on the bass are some that he has
been collecting carefully; they have city and country names on so forth on them.

He wants to show people that he’s a well-travelled musician. He’s dressed in a

denim jacket with fringes on the arms and back, tight cowboy jeans and red
leather boots. He was the last to join the band. His stature is pretty common and

has close-set eyes along with a slightly suspicious look that people from the
countryside often have. He has dark brown hair, sturdy, and like the others,

carefully put in the Grease hairstyle; his chin is distinct and protruding in a way

that makes him look like he's smiling all the time. He is the one in the band that
people usually notice first.

The Skillers held a meeting before leaving this afternoon. They have discussed

and agreed on, that this is their last chance tonight to make enough money to
continue their stay in London.

"We have to earn at least twice what we made the past few days."
Eugene didn't look happy as he quietly explained to the others about the band's

current situation. Eugene is the one keeping track of the band's money.

Everything they earn, they put in a box, and then Eugene is the one who keeps an
account. Sweat runs down Dan's forehead as he slants:

"You ain't nothing but a hound dog," an Elvis-tune The Skillers plays at a lightly

accelerated, upbeat rockabilly pace.
The Skillers have lived together for a while in a flat that Dan borrowed from his

friend in London, who’s in prison for dealing weed. It is he, who has persuaded

the others to believe in his dream of a rapid rise in the music business.
“We are real rockabilly stars, lads. They don't make them like us in London.

They’ve begun to play this new reggae-thing, otherwise it's just old rock, disco

and pop."
Dan is the only one who’s been travelling, and with his typical deep snarl, he

repeatedly told the others about his experience, and especially about all the
concerts he attended.