Pilot Program (3)

Holding a canned beer, he plopped down on the sofa. Ignoring his wife beside him shouting, “You’re kicking up dust!”, he took a gulp of beer and grabbed the remote. It was the very program everyone had been making such a fuss about, saying it was airing today.

‘Band of Guitarists, was it…?’

It was the show his coworkers from the office band had been raving about, saying, “You absolutely have to watch it!” He was only an amateur, but he was still a guitarist in his own right, so he was interested. He hadn’t particularly planned to watch it, but everyone around him had been making such a fuss, and one of his favorite guitarists was appearing… In the end, he even snatched the remote from his wife and got ready to watch.

“What are you gonna watch, honey?”

“The one with people playing guitar.”

“Do you have to keep doing that band thing? You don’t even have time to watch our son.”

“How much time does it take in a week?”

“Rock? It’s not even good music, but you play it day in, day out… It’d be one thing if the songs were good. All that noisy banging and clanging…”

“I told you before, didn’t I? Let’s just drop it.”

He cut his wife off immediately, picked up his phone, and checked the KakaoTalk messages from his bandmates: [It’s starting] and so on. Looking at them, he wondered how much inspiration the performances of professional guitarists could give him...