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Vitek heard a conversation behind him. It apparently was on musical things such as vocals, and even more apparent was that the guy "dont fucking scream." Turning around and leaning on the counter with his torn up jeans he slurped on the straw from the slushie. The man was perhaps an inch or 3 taller than him. The girl was alot shorted than that. They both had dark hair that was very contrasting to his very light brown beard and hair.
Vitek was disappointed that no screaming was involved. He was none to happy that the new generation had bastardised a very crude and girly version of screaming in there "Hardcore" music these days. Vitek had heard more hardcore sounding things on the toilet, and it was probally better then anything they put out for the masses anyway. He was a big fan on growls and guttural vocals, but if this guy didn't scream he probally didn't grunt and such either. Vitek decided to approach the two after he finished his slurpie, which i he was correct wouldn't be the long now. He had already assumed one of the two was the person in the newspaper ad so he wanted to talk to him about the position.
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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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Wisher just sighed and shook her head. When he spoke to her like she wouldnt know who Misfits was she glared at him. "I know who Glenn Danzig is." Her voice was sharp as she spoke. She whistled at a waitress and ordered a root beer. The waitress went off to get her drink. "I've got some stage performance. I was in a band before this. Our lead singer was a lazy fuck so we broke up." The waitress brought her drink to her and she smiled and took it. Wisher took a sip of it. Not too bad.
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Jed laughed slightly "I wouldnt doubt that you did, but this generation only credits that guy for anything in his Samhain/Danzig era. No one gives him true credit for anything in his early years- but thats besides the point." The last of his coffee passed through his throat, the heavy mug slammed down onto the plastic and metal table dully, the sound making a hollow echoe.
"Yeah, sounds like the death of every band really. Someones lazy, someones snorting coke, etc etc." He choked out, the resin of suagr finally breaking down in his throat so he could manage warbled words. "My last band ditched me because im a violent drinker, but Im past that really."
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Wisher raised an eyebrow. "Drinker huh? Jack was a sex addict." She said, shrugging. That usually made everyone assume she had slept with him. Her lips stayed together in silence. She wanted to see if he would ask her. Wisher had been the only girl in the band, but Jack was more of a skinny coke whore kinda guy. He had never once touched Wisher or even thought about it. She sat down and sipped her root beer again. Her golden eyes stared into his before she looked down at his hands for no reason. It was hard for her to keep eye contact with males.
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The loud slurping sound from the empty slushie filled the room as Vitek finished his frozen treat. He had punkers on his hands, he'd dealt with there kind before back in his days. He could handle punk but much preferred death metal. Admittedly Punk had it's high points of very fun songs and a rare few bands held his interest for longer than a month or two but those were few and far between. They had originated the mosh, he'd give them that though.
He walked up to the two. "Witaj, I'm Vitek. I heard yous might be musically interested..." Vitek still held strong to his polish accent after all these years here. Ever so often he misprounocned a word or used the wrong pretence but he thought it made him what he was. Stubborn as a mule he was.
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After finishing off her chicken, which she had finally pronounced correct after about fifteen minutes of tutoring with other essential things if she was going to go on the road, she turned to face the two men and the young woman, standing and grabbing her items, slinging her axe bass over her back before walking over.
"Em.....I am here for an AD?" Rilla said nervously, her right eye twitching. Though, no one could see it. She pushed a strand of her hair that touched her lip away from her face and then looked to the girl with a light smile on her pink lips. She was so freaked out right now she didn't know what to do. Put her right foot forward? Put her left foot forward? Shake hands? Many ideas were racing through her head when she decided to bow in a curt fashion. "Rilla Vergessene, bassist, vocalist, and lyricist." Rilla said in a bit of a stronger tone, her voice that was usually soft did not show any harmful matters to this. She then moved her axe bass into the line of site and fumbled with taking it off, her shaking hands signified how nervous she really was about meeting strangers.
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"Witaj Rilla, moje imię jest Vitek Kiełtyka......."
Vitek greeted the newcomer with the bass with a little Polish, if he got lucky maybe she spoke some. Then again, not many people around these parts did. She looked like a competent enough musician and there was a noticeable accent to her speach. Perhaps German maybe? Vitek wasn't an expert on accents so he didn't really know.
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