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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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((Alright guys, major bump. We need to keep this thread alive, and that means everyone else needs to keep posting. Seein as Manda controlled my character last, I really can't do any plot rogression. But that doesn't mean everyone else should wait for everyone else to say something! ^_^; )

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( I dont see where I controlled your character.))

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(( *pauses...* ... *Re reads* ... Riiiiiiight.

*Clears throat* I shall post tomorrow morning at about 12 noon during my 6th period, then. ^_^; EVERYONE KEEP POSTING THOUGH))

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Dave looked the man up and down, he seemed okay, aesthetically pleasing in the sense that he wasn't hideous. But he could just be in it to fuck them over completely. You always need to be wary.
He strode over to the man, putting on the nicest act possible, he knew this was important to the band and he hadn't lost all shred of civility.

"Pleased to meet you sir, I'm Dave...I sing." Dave was being nicer than what his friends had often seen, one of the few moments that he was possessive of a soul. In his head, he couldn't help but repeat over and over again, Please don't bring up my addiction, please don't bring up my addiction.
The man would learn about it sooner or later, but if they hired him, then after the interview would be preferable.

His devotion to alcohol was only mirrored by his devotion to the band and their music. When not drinking, he was either sleeping, mixing or fine-tuning. Though the band preferred to record "live", as in, all the band playing at once instead of separately. It gave a much more authentic performance and it saved their music from the hell of overproduction. Sure, some songs had effects and/or ambiance, but it was mixed in finely to the rest of the tune. Dave made sure of it. The man who breathed so much life into a dream could also, however, kill it. But his worship of the drink was so strong, it was hard to break...only the music kept him alive some days.

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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.

Vince didn't move towards the man just yet, two things held him back from such an immediate greeting. First of all, he wanted to stay in the background to examine anything about the man that could be missed by the others..you just never knew what you might find out about somebody just by watching them for a moment. Vince actually didn't really care about who they hired for the manager..as long as they did the job. He didn't want much to do with hiring him, he just wanted to make sure they didn't get screwed over.

The second reason he did not get up right away was he was slightly distracted by the thought of Destiny and Hope waiting at Destiny's apartment, and how he wanted to get the interviews done with so he could get to them sooner.

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((ooc- Sorry, I've been slow. Will post soon. The thread isnt dead.)

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((If your character has been accepted then yes, Lets keep most of the OOC in the OOC thread please. I dont remember if your chara has been accepted, so if it hasnt or if you havent posted a character sheet...then nu.)

"Pleased to meet you sir, I'm Dave...I sing."

The short fat man shook Dave's hand, and gave a subtle smile under his thick mustache. “Mmhmm, and you do more than sing.” He tapped a bottle of liquor with his finger, which was sitting on a nearby table. He gave Dave a little wink, and then turned his attention to the others.

“Ask me anything you like. I know, deep down, that I am the perfect addition to your group...but I must convince you all of that.” He announced, plopping down on the couch and giving a nod to Vince.

“Well, have you ever managed another band? And if not...then do you have any managing experience at all? Have you ever been sent to jail on fraud chargers? Dont lie, I can find out. These are the two main questions, otherwise...I have seen your resume and your background seems perfect.” Mel spoke up, her eyes examining the man in a slightly scrutinizing way. She only wanted the best for her band.

“Dear you really do make one sweat.” Mr. Pitt's took out a hankercheif and tapped his forehead with it, and then he began to answer. “I did manage a band before actually, and it was the best time of my life. They didnt become very famous, but that was their fault not mine...since they all disbanded about two years after they came together. No, I have never been sent to jail or even accussed of a crime.” He smiled nervously up at her, and then looked around.

“Well, good. Any other questions guys? Does he seem worthy?” Mel gave a soft smile to the only other girl in their band, and brushed a brown curl from her face. Then, she glanced at Jack and gave him a questioning expression. She valued his opinion over almost everyone elses.

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