When Carmilla stood straight, Shock moved a hand to one of her gloves as if she were about to pull it off. The vampire might be a bit bigger and stronger than her, but so was Barrel, and she could kick his ass easily. She had no doubts she could take Carmilla if it came to it. But the vampiress backed down, and so did she. Still, Shock locked eyes with Carmilla, punched one fist into her hand, then pointed to the window that lead outside. If Carmilla [i]really[/i] wanted to make good on that threat, she was more than happy to oblige after practice.

"Now try it again," Lock said, having not noticed Carver's pantomiming behind his back.

Barrel took the drumsticks back and started the set again. And immediately missed the pattern. Lock tried to snatch the drumsticks again, but Barrel was ready for him this time, and held them out of his older brother's reach with a grin, much to Lock's chagrin. He pitifully tried to take the drumsticks back while Barrel held him back with one hand. Tired of waiting, Shock left her post at the microphone and casually walked behind the drum set while her brothers were distracted with each other. She snatched the drumsticks away from Barrel.

"We don't have all night," she said coldly, "so play the damn drums."

Barrel started to argue, but one look in her eyes set him straight. Lock and Carmilla had both taken hits at her patience. He decided not to push Shock any further.

"Okay, okay," he said.

Shock handed them back, then went back to the forefront. Lock had Barrel play the set again, and once it was correct, he picked up his guitar.

"From the top," he said.

Hopefully, this next attempt would go smoothly.

Shock's threat seemed to have done the trick to get Barrel to focus, and so far as the xylophone, he'd worry about it later. Lock channeled his focus into his guitar and just listened, deciding to make mental notes this time around, unless something was very obviously wrong.