
So we switched it around a bit. I got to play the drums for a few rounds. You'd think it was easy. My brother makes it look oh so simple as he wails away on the thing. I was flubbing every other beat. I sucked. At the end of the song it tells you how well you did. I looked up and saw a 79%.
The conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Ah, man, I totally suck at this. I can't believe I'm so lame. I got a 79! I totally brought down the whole song. It's a wonder we didn't fail the song and get booted off the stage.
Brother: Uh, Mouse, you got a ___ [can't remember but it was higher than 79]. Mia [who was singing] got the 79.
Me: Oh.
Silence.
Sound of crickets chirping.
Me(a little too enthusiastically): Mia, you did great! That was really hard! You didn't even know the song. I think you did a really awesome job! Good job Mia!
Mia: So, you think I sucked?
Today....
Mia: So you think I suck at Rock Band?
Mea culpa. I seem to be saying that a lot since coming to Alaska. What can I say? I don't think foot and mouth disease is curable.
Also, I guess this teaches me a lesson about dogging myself. I did great! It was a hard song! Who knew I could play so well for the first time! (Even if my score on the guitar was only 65%.)
Oh, and can I just say that I rocked Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville? I did. Because I knew the song. Because I will on occasion sing that song in the shower. I kicked it out of the park. 98%! How Margaritaville ended up as a song in the game I will never know. I suspect that they were trying to throw a sop to poor players like me who don't rock out very well.
[For the record, Mia is very good at this game. She could play the guitar on medium and get 99%. She rocks. She's much better than me. Sorry for any insult intended in this post which was meant to only mock me.]