(S'ok, I understand. And its always really hard to rewrite something after its been deleted. I can never get the motivation back up. Lol)

"I agree with you, but how many people actually want to be our manager, and how many of those would have a clue on what to do?"

Mel smiled to herself, and thought carefully about her answer while gathered up the food outside their door and brought it back in. She picked the roast beef sandwich and took a can of coke to sip on. When she was on a high she was never very hungry, but she could at least force something down so that maybe she could get completely sober before the manager interviewers arrived that evening.

“You would be surprised. We just began to perform it seems...but, we have quite a few to interview this weekend. I turned down a few on the phone...their resume's just werent impressive.” She shrugged, revealing that she put more thought and care into the band than what most would think. Really, she was trying her best to take care of all of them.

When there was a pause in their conversation, she could feintly hear words being spoken through the walls. She heard her name, and Ella's name...followed by the word “fuck”. Other than that...she couldnt make out what was said exactly. Blinking some, she tried to ignore the thoughts that came to mind and offered a sweet smile to Ella. “I hope that we make it big one day...were all a bit too cramped in this appartment.”

Mel fingered one of her shining brown curls, were wide slightly slanted eyes staring off unblinkingly. Her eyes, from the heroin, was dialated...but she seemed to be pretty functional. She had a strange control over herself when she was high.

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