Yankey

The small band's rehearsal went on as usual, until Yankey's fingers twitched in fright, hitting the strings and filling the room with an unpleasant, harsh sound. That voice distracted him from the music again. Clutching the neck of the electric guitar in his fingers, Yankey muttered some vague excuse to the other band members and hurriedly disappeared into the next room. He closed the door behind him and leaned back against it with a sigh. "I told you not to talk when I'm in public..."