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Jack slowly opened his eyes at the sound of Dave speaking to him. He blinked a few times at the comment he had made, his mind wandering for a second before he shrugged.

"I haven't given much thought to 'fucking' them in your own words, but I wouldn't mind dating Mel too much. She seems nice enough, and just isn't like the groupies that flock to this place at the first hint of alcohol in the air."


He gave a small smile as he thought about something for a moment before tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling.

"As for the stereotypical male fantasies... They don't seem the type, to be honest. Now, those two that Vince hangs out with, they'd probably be up for it."

He yawned and stretched, not thinking on the subject for even another moment as he started to nod his head back down. He stopped that very quickly when he remembered the manager hopeful would be here soon.

Stretching and hearing a few bones pop (the loudest being his vertebra) he sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eye.

"So, do you think we'll get stuck with a pig? From what I see, most managers are inclined to milk every nickel and dime out of a band like ours."

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This will be one of my last weeks here before I take out all the stakes and leave here. Anyone who wants to get in contact with me afterwards, message me.

(sorry, had a post ready last night, but it got deleted.)

The pencil lead broke with a small snap, as Mel sat down. Ella searched though a overstuffed cloth pouch for another. She was still searching in the bag for the right color when Mel apologized. "You never cease to surprise me." Ella said, smiling when she found just the right pencil.

“About this manager thing…we’ll have to be careful to not pick a scum bag. Lots of people make the mistake of getting someone that only wants money.”

The conversation had turned more serious than Ella had anticipated. She out down the sketch pad beside her and looked at Mel. "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?" her doubts on the whole endeavor was showing through. As much as she like to pretend to be the one to jump up and try something new, the whole uncertainty of it all, had her nervous, and gun-shy.

There was a knock on the door and Ella turned to face it. She half expected someone to come in, but they apparently left. Standing Ella went to the door, and found the sodas and sandwiches. "Thank you" she yelled down the hall, as she picked up the food and carried it back to the bed. "Take your pick." Ella said sitting both of the drinks and sandwiches on the bed.

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In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.
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(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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Vince returned to the apartment after driving around aimlessly, picking up a Homestyle Chicken Sandwich from Wendy's on the way and choking it down out of starvation. He had forgotten about the manager meeting and lost track of time, and so he was now making up for it by speeding down the highways, only braking when passing a cop and then speeding back up to get to the apartment. He hoped the meetings would turn out well and they'd find a good manager, but for some reason it didn't seem likely. Who would be interested in managing their band? There'd be people..but probably not very promising ones.

It was then that Vince got a new text message, from one of his girls, Destiny. The text read, "Hey sexy how about coming to my place for a little fun?" Images of the girl floated through his head and he almost changed directions to go to her apartment and forget the meeting. The offer was always tempting, and he rarely could turn it down..but he had to for the band. He texted back, "Sorry, band is interviewing people to be manager..how about tonight?" In a couple minutes he got a reply, "I can't wait, and Hope will be here too if you make it fast," at once Vince was about to once again turn the car around..his two passions were music and sex, and he was being tempted by one to forget the other and abandon his band. With all of the will he had, he texted back, "You two just better for how fast I'll make it when I get there," and after one last reply from Destiny saying, "Hehehe :P" he closed the phone and pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, then walked quickly to the door, which was locked, and knocked loudly.

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"You gotta admit...it'd be pretty damn hot," Dave began to slur his words as he took long mouthfuls of what remained of his seemingly bottom-less whiskey bottle.
He sat there laughing for a while, not able to control his thoughts, luckily able to control the status of his clothing. Lucky there wasn't a woman in the room, otherwise, the floor would be wearing his pants.

He sat, not saying anything for a while, just drinking. It would seem he was thinking of something, but in reality...his mind was very blank. As if his brain had gone to sleep and forgot to turn Dave's lights off. It was hardly unusual, he'd drink, sit around like a zombie and then eventually fall asleep...someone just had to check he was still breathing once every while.
Dave had three modes in life it seemed: drinking, zombie or sexual deviant. Neither of which were desirable except for the brief period between drinking and zombie/deviant.

That's when he seemed to be the real Dave, the genuine Dave. The kind Dave that actually cared, the Dave that spent hours upon hours perfecting the band's demo tapes. The Dave the was softly spoken, well-mannered and appeared as a gentleman. But it rarely lasted long. The best place for it was in the make-shift recording studio that the band had set up in a large spare room. But he was always so deep into his work that proper conversation didn't happen.

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Jack was just about to fall back asleep as he grinned over at Dave, when he heard the large knock. It nearly made him jump, his foot kicking out for a moment as he slowly got off of the recliner and headed out of the entertainment room and towards the front door.

He peeped through the looking hole for a second as he saw Vince, unbolting the door and unlocking the other two locks, letting him in as he looked him over.

"You seem nourished, that's good. You can take one of my dress shirts, if you want to pretend like I do that we have any style, for the manager-hopeful. Bottom drawer of my dresser."

Turning back to look around the apartment, he decided the house didn't look like Ground Zero too much. Sighing, he stretched again as he decided to check up on the girls, knocking on their door once.

"You two decent? 'Bout time, by the check of my watch for the new manager."

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"You two decent? 'Bout time, by the check of my watch for the new manager."

Mel jumped when there came yet another knock on their door. It seemed that both of them, the girls, had spaced out while holding the food that Jack had left for them. Slipping out of the bed she leaned up against the door to reply back.

“We’ll be out in a moment. We sort of…go busy on the bed.” She smirked back at Ella, and then she moved over to her closet where a dozen cute dresses and other outfits were hung up on hangers.

Picking one, with a corset-like modern upper half and a bottom half that just ended about five inches below her ass she stripped off her clothes. Mel was the sort of girl that wasn’t self-conscious in front of hardly anyone, especially Ella. They were both girls, and they both had the same parts…what was the shame in undressing in front of each other?

Once dressed, she opened the door and slipped out into the living room where Dave and Jack were. In her right hand was her soda, and in her left was the resume of the manager they were interviewing in thirty minutes. He had seemed the most eligible, so she figured that they would just interview him before the other less eligible ones.

“Who’s ready to get a manager?” She inquired, giving the two guys a wide smile before she plopped down onto the couch not far from Dave and opened up the soda that Jack had been kind enough to leave. The only indication of her being high was her dilated eyes and the little smirk that was continuous on her lips.

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Ella only shook her head at Mel's comment about getting busy on the bed. Sighing she put up her art stuff, and looked down at her untouched sandwich and drink. She had been obsessed with finishing the picture, so had ignored her food. Ella looked over at what Mel was putting on, and felt kind of bad about her hand me down jeans, and plain shirt.

Ella started to follow Mel out of the room, but realized she had forgotten her necklace. Hurriedly she searched through her bags, to find the it. Ella was in a near state of panic when she could not find it. A small glint of silver caught her eye, and she pulled out the necklace. Carefully, she fastened the chain around her neck.

Having found the necklace, Ella slip out of the door to the room as quietly as possible, and made her way to the living room. She looked around the room. First at Dave and Mel on the couch, then at Jack in his recliner, before walking across the room and sitting down cross legged a large winged chair. Her stomach grumbled at little at her for not eating, but she ignored it. Ella closed her eyes and leaned back, looking as if meditating.

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In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Vince just laughed at Jack's statement and went into his own room to change into something more decent. There was no time for a shower, so he just undressed and sprayed deodorant and cologne to mask any smell he might have had, then put on a pair of dark blue jeans and a dark red shirt that had "AERO" written in white lettering vertically down the right side of the shirt. He liked brand name clothing, and had worn it ever since his family had actually managed to get some money.

In a few minutes he came out of his room, hair and clothes not looking like he had just woken up, and joined the others silently, waiting for the first manager wanna-be to knock at the door for their interview. He hoped it would end fast, he had two girls waiting for him..and he could not wait long to get to them.

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((Looks like I'll have to post before this days...please, people, try and be more diligent about this, you all joined up on the pretense that you'd keep it going.))

Dave sat, drifting in between consciousness, the only sign of life was when he would lift the bottle from the arm of the chair to his lips. That was until it was finished and he let the bottle fall to the carpet with a soft thump. In a few moments, he was comatose, unconscious, he'd faded out.

In his mind, in his vision, he saw himself. It strode up to him, a grimace of contempt on it's face. "It's going to kill you!" it yelled, a sound that rattled his brain-cells.
"You're going to fucking die! You idiot, you're killing yourself! A road of ruin lies before you...but you can take a right turn," It now pleaded with Dave, "Go straight Lad, don't be deceived by it all...go straight!"

The the vision turned ugly, the white-walls of his mind now awash with blood, It had become dark...it raised a gun to Dave and fired.

Dave jolted awake, not violently, but noticably. He looked around with wide-eyes and breathed heavily before realizing he was back with his friends, his second family. But he'd be lying if he said the dream didn't frighten him, but he'd lie anyway.
He got up quickly and began to - in very un-Dave like fashion - make himself a cup of coffee like there was no tomorrow.

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