Jed's thick laugh filled the room, the large man nearly doubling over infront of the female. After he had subsatntiated enough air to form the words "Country?!" And whiped the tears from his eyes, Jed had noticed 80% of the room had went silent and began staring at him. Brushing off this off feeling, his stone opticals went back towards Wisher.

"I consider myself abit of a Punk man really. Alot of people sort of compare my voice to the early Glenn Danzig, you know- Misfits? Althought I have gotten abit into the liking of grindcor and put my feet into the wading pool of Death Metal growling." Jed shrugged his shoulders and took a swig of his coffee.

"So, do you have any on-stage experience? If we do get this little group together.... We'd have to get our shit together in 12 days before heading up to Vegas for this show I sort of.. promised."

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane