Socks. We don’t love them or hate them. We take them for granted. They come in all colours and designs, but as soon as the shoe goes on they are quickly forgotten. Tuomas was quickly starting to realize this. He took his socks for granted and they took revenge. Now he was speeding down a one-lane country road in less than desirable conditions with a delusional pirate at the wheel. Everyone has character faults, but when you’re in a hurry to buy socks for a meet’n’greet the last thing you need is for the bus driver to be threatening passing motorists with cannonfire and cutlasses. At normal times the band could live with his antics, but when Jukka started threatening to board a tanker truck full of highly-flammable gasoline, Tuomas knew it was time for him to take the helm.
“Jukka, man, why don’t you let me take over until this situation is finished?”
“Yarrrrg maytey. I not be hearin a correctly!”
“Dude, cut the crap and move over. I don’t have time for your pirate bullshit. I’m driving” said an increasingly frustrated Tuomas
“I’m the captain and this is my ship!” said Jukka indignantly.
“Move over, or you can join Tara’s solo band. I’m not going to my event sockless.”
“Just get a pair of these, ya scallywag. Yer on a pirate ship. There’s no need for fancy robes like yours, arrrrg.”
Though kind at heart, Jukka could never seem to understand the true value of public image, or why he always seemed to be confined to one stool at the back of the stage, where no one could see him behind all of his odd round percussion instruments. So long as he banged on them with sticks, no matter the order or combination, the crowd remained fixated on the more important band members. He didn’t care. All he wanted to do was to make loud and crashy noises like the sounds of cutlasses clashing and cannons firing. As long as he had these four geniuses in from of him onstage, he was safe.
Until now. Jukka was captain, and Tuomas was about to mutiny.
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