20,103 Words, and Why I Haven't Posted

... I haven't posted mainly because I feel like nothing I am writing is interesting. I am advancing the plot, but there's a lot of backstory and none of it is particularly funny. I'll post a brief excerpt from yesterday's session. It concerns Hope, the middle sister. It's about her relationship with AJ, who she is now broken up with, but is still living with and in a band with.
Katie (Cocaine Katie is her stage name) is mentioned in this excerpt... she may end up coming back into the story but so far has lived only in Hope's memories about her first band, an all-girl AC/DC tribute band called AC/DShe. This is completely inspired by an article about all girl tribute bands written by Chuck Klosterman.

She was playing a gig with AC/DShe the night she met AJ. Things weren’t going well at the time for the band. The bass player, Gwyn, and the drummer, Jynx, were toying with the idea of forming a new tribute band, covering only Led Zeppelin songs. Katie was losing her shit about it, she was pretty militant about only playing AC/DC covers. Truthfully, Hope was becoming increasingly discontented with playing only AC/DC... she still loved the music, but wanted to try something new. Led Zeppelin wasn’t what she had in mind. She had been writing lately, was thinking about playing originals.
AJ came to see the band, bought her a drink between sets. Told her she had a great voice. Told her she should expand her repertoire, that if she could cover AC/DC she could sing just about anything. He had a band, asked if she wanted to jam with them. She found herself talking to him about the music she was writing. About how she had been learning guitar. He said it sounded brilliant. He said she was a natural musician. He told her exactly what she needed to hear, and meant none of it. Or maybe some of it.
Sure, there were warning signs. Katie hated him, for one. But then, Katie hated everyone, so Hope rarely took it too seriously. For another thing, he was sporting a beard/moustache that curved from his right cheekbone, down and across his chin, and then rose up around his mouth to end with a flourish. In some circles, this facial art form was known as a “monkey tail.” Hope overheard a guy using the term in conversation with AJ… AJ punched the guy in the face. Also, he was wearing two pink polo shirts, both with popped collars. It was clearly a douchebag uniform, especially when paired with the facial hair. Hope must have been fucking blind, or fucking stupid, or both. Or maybe she just needed something. Maybe she just needed someone to tell her what she needed to hear.
When she met AJ, she thought he was deep, soulful. She thought what he said about music was brilliant. He said that playing music with someone else was like touching souls. Katie sneered. Hope smiled, swallowed the rest of her drink, took the pill he offered her, and invited him home. Later, she would realize that he had directly quoted lyrics from “A Case of You” by Joni Mitchell, which became one of her favourite songs. Even later, she would realize that nearly everything interesting that he said had been ripped off from someone else. And too late, she would realize that he meant none of the things he said. Or too few of them to matter.
Either way, he got what he wanted. After she played with his band, she left AC/DShe for good. She hadn’t spoken with Katie since. She had seen Gwyn and Jynx once, when she went to see their new band, Moby Chick. Of course, there was a band in Southern California by the same name, but it seemed like all good names were taken by bands in Southern California. Nobody worried about it too much. At least nobody in South Western Ontario.