Ooc:|| I hope this is alright. Sometimes my expression can be a little unclear so yeah.

Bic:|| Long fingers ran through soft blonde hair, blue eyes staring into her inner thoughts under closed lids. Kyra's mind drifted in and out of reality and this subdued feeling of serenity. Here she was free to do whatever she wanted, to think, to feel, to forget; yet it was also there for her to remember. Right now she was trying to forget and as she emptied her mind her breathing slowed. Thoughts slowly disappeared as she took control soon feeling nothing. Thump. Eyes flashed open and glanced around. The noise had startled her slightly, despite its quietness. A frown twitched at her lips as she soon discovered it was Dave's drink. What possessed him so to drink so heavily? Who was the real Dave? Occasionally there was a glimpse of him, kind and caring, but it never took long for him to disappear and the Dave before her to reappear.

Her eyes quickly found Vince, dressed in his brand name clothing and she still in her second hand plain clothes. At least Vince and Mel would look nice for the hopeful manager. If she was lucky no attention would be brought on her. Jack would look alright too. Sometimes she felt like they were all complete slobs, but they knew how to present themselves when it really mattered. Dave looked good to say the least, but one would have to ignore the smell of alcohol emanating from his body every time he spoke first. Hopefully things wouldn't take too long. Vince looked like he was about ready to explode if he didn't get out of here. She knew where he would be heading to and it almost sickened her to think how any female, or females in this case, could even enjoy it. However she wasn't one to judge; she had no right to. Vince's business was his own.

Dave jolted awake and once again Kyra was startled. Something had startled him and she knew his habits by now. He did not often make coffee when there was a choice of drink and the way he had walked like he was on hot coals was unusual in itself. Perhaps the overindulgence on alcohol had finally taken effect and Dave had lost it? She shrugged inwardly leaning back in the chair. The room was still a little bit of a mess, the odd bit of rubbish here and there and had anyone cleaned up in the kitchen since breakfast? Her stomach let out another grumble as she thought of food. She shouldn't have gotten distracted in her art and actually eaten something. Now she probably wasn't going to be paying attention to what the applicant said. Was there enough time to go and eat?

The knock at her door was her answer. Another sigh as she remained seated. Getting up meant drawing attention to herself. “I have read up on all of you.” Okay so he had done some homework, but what had he read up on her? Hopefully he knew nothing of her past before she joined here. She hadn't even told anyone here about it, always finding a way to avoid the question. It seemed he didn't mind or he didn't notice the odd bit of junk around as he sat himself down on the couch. She stood up, knowing she would have to make herself known sooner or later. Mel seemed to know what she was doing anyway and she wouldn't interrupt that. The man responded well and it seemed things would be going alright, but now was the real test to see if he was up to scratch.

“And what is your name?”
“Pitts....John Pitts.”

He began shaking the hands of the other members. She returned the handshake firmly taking the chance to look him in the eyes. Eyes were the windows to the soul and she had learned to read if anyone was trying to fool her. He seemed alright, but the look had been only for a moment. She remained standing where she was not saying a word. Was there any point in introducing herself? He had 'done his homework' so shouldn't he already know who she was? Had he been to any of their gigs before? She guessed over the coming minutes she would find out. Fingers fiddled with the silver necklace around her neck, the one thing she had bothered to keep from home. A locket, a locket she wouldn't open. She had closed that door to her life and thus it couldn't be opened any more. She could only hope he knew nothing about it.