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"That's quite a sexy drummer they have there!"
"What?"
"I said, that's quite a sexy drummer they have there!"
"I know, she's new. Handicapped, though."
"Oh, that's nothing nowadays."
"Yeah, but they say she's got no feet. So how does she hit the bass drum?"
"Dude, you're asking how she plays the drums without feet? Does it matter?"
"What?"
"I said, does it matter?"
The two fellows got closer to the thunderous noise. Sure enough, the drummer was wearing a skirt even though she sat on a stool. With a crash boom bang of the cymbals, she went into a wicked drum solo as the guitarists stepped aside so the crowd could watch. The girl's skirt was covering something that seemed to be striking the bass drum, all while her arms were going wild upon the snares and cymbals. Finally, she slammed the cymbals and relaxed as the steel chrous reverbed through the room before an awestruck and appreciative audience.
“Incredible!”
“How does she do it?”
She motioned to the two men. “Come closer and I’ll show you.”
The two dudes approached as the guitarists began to play the intro for their next song, an acoustic ballad.
“Well?”
She lifted her skirt slightly to reveal a fishy appendage, comprised with blue scales. “Now get out of here, boys, I‘ve got music to make.”

Description
#rocked

"That's quite a sexy drummer they have there!"
"What?"
"I said, that's quite a sexy drummer they have there!"
"I know, she's new. Handicapped, though."
"Oh, that's nothing nowadays."
"Yeah, but they say she's got no feet. So how does she hit the bass drum?"
"Dude, you're asking how she plays the drums without feet? Does it matter?"
"What?"
"I said, does it matter?"
The two fellows got closer to the thunderous noise. Sure enough, the drummer was wearing a skirt even though she sat on a stool. With a crash boom bang of the cymbals, she went into a wicked drum solo as the guitarists stepped aside so the crowd could watch. The girl's skirt was covering something that seemed to be striking the bass drum, all while her arms were going wild upon the snares and cymbals. Finally, she slammed the cymbals and relaxed as the steel chrous reverbed through the room before an awestruck and appreciative audience.
“Incredible!”
“How does she do it?”
She motioned to the two men. “Come closer and I’ll show you.”
The two dudes approached as the guitarists began to play the intro for their next song, an acoustic ballad.
“Well?”
She lifted her skirt slightly to reveal a fishy appendage, comprised with blue scales. “Now get out of here, boys, I‘ve got music to make.”