Mel nibbled on her bottom lip, her eyes staring unblinkingly at the blue carpeted floor. In a way she was day dreaming about many different things. First she thought of Jack, and a soft smile spread over her features. Then she thought about Vince and arched her brow a little. She liked Vince...but she had a feeling that he didnt like her. Dave, out of the corner of her eye, jolted awake and she jumped a bit at his sudden movements.

Knock...knock...knock...

Her chocolate brown eyes glanced towards the door, and she stood up with a pleasant smile on her face. To her band members, she was obviously in a light high...but to someone else she just looked extra pleasant and friendly. She moved through the kitchen, past Dave who is now making himself a coffee, then she opened the door for a short fat man grinning up at her.

“Melrose I presume?” He asked with an accent that indicated that he was clearly from Europe. He reached out a hand when she nodded, and gave it a firm shake. Then he stepped inside, left hang clutching a breifcase. “I have read up on all of you.” The man grinned when he entered the living room, and instantly made himself confortable on the couch.

“And what is your name?” Mel inquired, giving the man a scrutinizing glance. He fearlessly looked her up and down before he answered.

“Pitts....John Pitts.” He gave a nod, and then bounced back up to his feet to spread handshakes to all of the band members around him.

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