The other day I got a text from my mom: “Saw this at a rummage, $25. Interested?”
It was a whole set of Guitar Hero stuff: the game (World Tour, to be precise), a guitar, a microphone, and a drum set. I’d gotten rid of my Rock Band drum set a while ago, but I’ve regretted it ever since. So I told her yeah, I’m interested.
When I got home, my mom had dropped it off already. I opened up the bag which contained the game, only to discover that it was for PS2. I have a PS3. Man.
That’s okay, it wasn’t a total loss — the beauty of these instruments is that they were designed to be system interchangeable, even if the games weren’t. (Don’t even get me started on the PS3’s lack of backwards compatibility.) I already had two guitrollers (it is too a word) and a microphone, but maybe we could use the drum set.
It turned out we could. But after playing a song, we found out the drum set’s two cymbals don’t register. So I turned on Rock Band’s no-fail mode and sat Namine — who really, really, really wanted to play drums — down and let her have at it. Her little legs can’t reach the floor, so I left the pedal disconnected. (Fun fact: Guitar Hero World Tour has a pedal-less mode, but Rock Band does not. But then, that’s what the no-fail mode is for.)
But no matter — pedal or no, she loved it.
I could have sworn that we had a box of batteries, but I couldn’t find it. I only had enough batteries for one instrument, so if I wanted to play with her, I had to sing. Perish the thought, but I love to sing, even if it’s embarrassing. Good thing I don’t embarrass easily.
One of Namine’s favorite songs — heck, one of our favorite songs — is Move Along by All-American Rejects. It carries a lot of meaning, with how much surgery Namine has gone through. We’ve had hopeless days. We’ve had nights in which all we could do was hold each other. So yeah, this song means a lot to us.