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Jack sat there, moving his hair out of his face. He said nothing, as he watched the man for quite a bit. Of all things, he had a stern look upon his face, not the regular smile. It must have been quite a shock to the other members. The way he watched the man, almost like peering into his very soul.

Finally he removed his head phones, a minute amount of Sixx: A.M. audible to the room. Slowly the smile returned as he nodded to Mel, his eyes brightening when he made visual contact with her.

"I think he's the right one. That's just my opinion, though. After all, I am just the bassist."

Oh yes, there were so many jokes on the bassist. The useless member of the band. People forgot who started Motley Crue, it seemed.

Oh well, this was for fun.

It always was, and hopefully always would.

"I'm already casting my vote in that we make Mr. Pitts our manager. Everyone else?"

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Vince just nodded and said, "Seems like a good choice to me, just make sure we don't get stuck in a bad situation if he DOES try to screw us over." And with that he stood up, walked over to the man and shook his hand then walked out the door, figuring that his presence wasn't required anymore.

He walked down to his car and got in, then turned it on and rode off onto the highway, texting the two girls as he did and saying he was on his way.

(sorry for short post, not much to say right now)

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Dave watched Vince leave abruptly with some contempt. He was always gallivanting off with those two whores. Of course, Dave had been with some promiscuous bitches in his time, but he would never have left to have sex during a career decisive moment like this. He wasn't even on the bottle at this particular point in time.

But his attention wasn't on Vince anymore, let him have his fun, hopefully those two sluts would get chlamydia or syphilis. Dave looked Mr. Pitts up and down, taking him in. Seemed he knew more than Dave had expected, he seemed confident, too confident. As if he was playing everything into his own hands. Dave didn't entirely trust him, but he couldn't trust himself...all the alcohol he consumed messed with him.

"Yeah...I say he's in...for now. Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, alright?" Dave wasn't going to let his mistrust become apparent right now, but he was going to keep a close eye on this man. He seemed far too calm and collected, even when he was sweating under the weight of Mel's questions, it seemed to fabricated. And why sweat? He seemed to have nothing to hide. Seemed too fabricated.

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Taking the coke and tapping the top of it three time, Jack quietly popped open the can with his teeth as he began to drink it, nodding. The ladies still had to give their say, but he saw no reason why they wouldn't vote against this man's introduction as their manager.

Looking at Mel again, he gave a small frown. She was high again. He closed his eyes as he leaned back in his seat, drinking some more from the red and white bottle as he swashed it around in his mouth. He thought nothing more on Mel's habits as he looked back up, letting the pain he felt for her go. Nothing ever stayed long on his mind, it seemed.

Watching Vince head out the door, he shook his head and looked to Dave.

Dave seemed to be in one of his moods. That couldn't go over well, especially when mixed with the alcohol.

His eyes focused on Mr. Pitts once more as he gave a small smile to the man, to reassure him that not everyone was here to get first blood on him.

"What all do you have lined out to help the band along? Any gigs that you could pencil us in for really quickly?"

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“Well, I invited him over to meet you guys...so I obviously vote for him.” Mel smiled, and glanced towards Jack just as he frowned up towards her. She knew that he didn't like it when she shot up, but it wasn't like she had put a lot into her body that morning. Really, the only way to tell that she was high was from her very good mood and how the center of her eyes were dilated. “What's your vote?” She had turned her attention from Jack to the only other girl in the band now.

"What all do you have lined out to help the band along? Any gigs that you could pencil us in for really quickly?"

“Good question.” The man gave a smile, and wiped his brow again with the handkerchief. “I do have a few gigs in mind, nothing huge...just in town things for now. However, the places I have picked out are places that will pay you to play at their clubs or bars...not places that just allow you to play at their places. Once you guys get some money, I will open a savings account for the band...and eventually I will have posters printed...” Mr. Pitts gave a nod, looking around and wondering what their reaction would be. He believed that as long as a band begs for gigs, they wont be going anywhere....but when they find places that will pay them to play, thats when they'll get somewhere.

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OoC:|| Gosh I have to admit I'm used to having a post order to reply in x.x Time to play catch up

BiC:|| Kyra seemed to hover in the background, quietly observing always watching. She sighed softly closing her eyes to think. He sounded good enough, but questions were always there at the outskirts of her mind. No doubt she would be asking them soon enough. She opened her soft pastel blue eyes once more to look him over. He kept himself neat enough, and from the looks of his clothes he couldn't be after too much money right? Yet what did she know in her old second hand stuff? Vincent too remained in the background, also watching, but his real intentions would reveal themselves soon enough. She was... They were lucky he was even here. Addictions usually took away from the band. Vince had his girls, Mel had her drugs, Dave had his alcohol. Was there anyone other than her that just needed music? Sure she drew, but the was only because when the guys weren't playing they were sleeping, drunk, high or just not there. There was nothing for her to do. Hopefully the manager might bring more music back into their lives.

“Mmhmm, and you do more than sing.”

Kyra watched the short stocky man that instantly catch Dave's and she giggled lightly. "You got that right," she whispered, but loud enough for others to hear if they were paying attention. Dave drank like a camel and then some... or maybe it was two camels. She took in a deep breath following the rest of the conversation. Mel's questions were right on the mark, but the questions that had been floating around on the outskirts of her mind still remained, now in her conscious thought. He was convincing to say the least and he was confident in himself too. That could have it's positives and negatives. He would be able to present himself in a professional manner in front of others, but his decisions mightn't always be right. That was what it would come down to. Would he listen to the band's wishes? She wouldn't ask it like that however.

“Well, good. Any other questions guys? Does he seem worthy?”

There was a soft smile from Mel, but it was unable to be returned as her gaze glanced to Jack. It was quite possible that Mel knew Jack better than anyone else in this band. She herself barely knew anyone, only their habits. Of course barely anyone knew her either. She let out a soft smile in reply, even if Mel didn't see. She needed time to think again, and her eyes closed in response. She had the questions, but how to phrase them? They struck her and she opened her eyes to look at Pitts. "Four small questions from me... One. Why did you apply as manager? Two. Why is it you are a manager? Three. What is it you expect from yourself as a manager? And finally What is it you expect from us as a manager?" She smiled softly at him knowing the questions might have been a little confusing asking them one after the other, but she wanted to get them all out. She would happily repeat on or explain if he didn't understand, but hopefully he was able to answer them. It was the third and fourth questions that really mattered though. She wouldn't make up an opinion about if he was worthy or unworthy without those answers, that was if he answered them.

"I'm already casting my vote in that we make Mr. Pitts our manager. Everyone else?"
"Yeah, I'm down. Why not?"
"Seems like a good choice to me"
"Yeah...I say he's in...for now."
“Well, I invited him over to meet you guys...so I obviously vote for him.”...“What's your vote?”

Everyone had already voted. Her vote now was insignificant. Majority ruled did it not? Besides he would be better than most just from what small amount she knew so far, however she wouldn't make a vote until she had her answers. "I don't know. It doesn't really matter though does it? You guys have all said yes," she replied looking to Mel. It seemed Pitts already had some plans for gigs, even if they were local. It was better to start locally anyway. Word of the mouth would spread much faster than any poster and by starting with familiar places in the local area it then wouldn't be too hard to move on to a city nearby. So long as the rest of the band members were happy she would be too. Kyra would just go with the flow; it was better that way. saying no now would only end up with questions asking why. if she said yes that was avoided. She flashed a smile at Mel, not moving from the spot where she had shaken Pitts' hand.

(OOC- Sorry for the inconvenience, but I removed Jay from this RP. So, please don't respond to his last post. I know I sound like a bitch...but I have my reasons.One of them being that he completely ignored the post above his post, and sort of went off on his own thoughts without actually rping with the group. Keep in mind that, that isnt my only reason.)

"Four small questions from me... One. Why did you apply as manager? Two. Why is it you are a manager? Three. What is it you expect from yourself as a manager? And finally What is it you expect from us as a manager?"

Mr. Pitt's turned fully to Kyra, and real sweat drops could be seen to form on his forehead now. Her questions were more personal than Mel's, and he knew that if he didnt answer them correctly it could lead him not being accepted as their manager. From the pressure of the questions his face flushed, and his fat fingers stumbled once more for his hankercheif.

"I don't know. It doesn't really matter though does it? You guys have all said yes,"

MelRose furrowed her brow a bit, and placed a hand on her hip while looking at Kyra. “Of course it matters...we arent doing this by majority rules...we are doing this by how we each individually feel about him.” She motioned towards Mr. Pitt's, and spoke about him as if he wasnt standing right beside her...sweating like a pig. Mel then dropped her hand, smiling kindly at Kyra and then looking over to their potential manager. “Your free to answer her questions now.”

“Well...those are some good questions Miss Kyra.” he dabbed at his forehead once more and then stuffed the damp cloth into his front pocket. The truth was...if he didnt get this job, he had nothing. He was already living out of hotel rooms and his suitcase. “I applied as your manager because I believe that, out of all the small bands out there, that you have potential to make it. I like being a manager...mostly because I like watching band's grow. I expect that I will try my best to promote this band...and make sure that everyone know's when your gigs are so they can come see you. What was the last question?” He mumbled, having stuttered through all of his answers.

“What do you expect from us?” Mel answered, watching him with an amused expression on her face.

“Oh yes,” He shot a nervous glance between Mel and Kyra quickly, as if he was a mouse about to get attacked by two felines. “I expect you to play your music to your best ability at each gig and show your audience that you are album material.” Mr. Pitt's smiled at the whole band now, an unsure expression on his face.

“Good answers. Are there any other questions? And if not...what is your vote Kyra, and does everyone still vote the same as before?”

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Dave was willing to accept the decision, but he didn't feel as though he could trust the man. But, if he said something, he'd likely make a scene and ruin the chances of this man getting a job and the band going into the big-time. Which Dave admitted, was his biggest dream. As soon as he had discovered his voice and it's limits, he'd always said that he knew what he had to do. He took it beyond it's limits to see exactly what he could and could not do.

He didn't want to throw those dreams away, even if he crashed and burned, he'd take it if he had gotten onto an arena stage and stood over a crowd of maniacs screaming the band's name, singing along to each lyric. The money was nothing to him, the women were something, but easy to throw away, the fame was nothing to him. That feeling of igniting a crowd, the pride, the glory, the devotion. It's an image he went to sleep with every night.

But, Dave couldn't help but think he was just hearing what they all wanted to hear. The man knew of his excessive drinking habits, which could play right into his hands if Dave wasn't careful. But he couldn't give up drinking, the bottle was like his best friend. He made sure to keep his eyes on Mr. Pitts.
"Mr. Pitts...I don't trust you completely, but I'll accept you for now. Please, prove me wrong."

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The way he sweat was almost unnatural. It was rather unnerving really to watch. She looked to MelRose before adverting her gaze to the ground. She was embarrassed having asked, but they had just been there. She didn't have any questions to ask after those ones though. She looked up, blue eyes finding Mr. Pitts stumble for the handkerchief. She tried to smile at him, trying to break her own nerves as well as his. Perhaps he hadn't expected the questions to be like that, but yet again he had begun to sweat when Mel asked a question as well hadn't he? Perhaps she was reading too much into this. Maybe the room was just warm and her was nervous about what we all thought of him. Maybe he wasn't sweating from the questions at all. As her mind argued Melrose spoke. She mentioned something about something... She wasn't really paying attention and she hoped a nod would suffice and her head tilted towards her chin and back up again before looking to Mel. Did Mel think to herself all the time too? Eyes then skipped to the band members that remained, Jack and Dave. What did they think?

“Well...those are some good questions Miss Kyra.”...“I applied as your manager because I believe that, out of all the small bands out there, that you have potential to make it. I like being a manager...mostly because I like watching band's grow. I expect that I will try my best to promote this band...and make sure that everyone know's when your gigs are so they can come see you. What was the last question?”

She blushed slightly as Mr. Pitts complimented her questions. She always seemed to be afraid to speak what was on her mind, afraid what others would think of her. It meant she rarely spoke. she closed her eyes listening to his answers. She seemed to do that a lot too; close her eyes that is. She thought a lot and when she closed her eyes she was really thinking. Had the rest of the band picked up on this? She blushed again from nerves as she realised they probably had. Although Kyra had no addictions, other than music, she had a few habits, like that of closing her eyes when she thought. The question was however not if the band had picked up on her habit, but whether or not they were sober enough to notice. She frowned slightly at that thought before snapping back to Mr. Pitts' answers. She was meant to be paying attention to him and not lost in her own mind. She let a guilty smile touch her lips and she opened her eyes to look at their new manager.

“Good answers. Are there any other questions? And if not...what is your vote Kyra, and does everyone still vote the same as before?”
"Mr. Pitts...I don't trust you completely, but I'll accept you for now. Please, prove me wrong."

She had missed the answer to her last question, but she didn't dare ask for him to repeat it. She took in a deep breath now actually concentrating on the task at hand. Did she believe him to be good enough, worthy enough to be their manager? She wanted to say yes, but she still wasn't sure. She was grateful when Dave stepped in before her. That was true. he was good enough, but she reason she couldn't seem to make her mind was the fact she didn't trust him, not completely anyway. She silently thanked Dave in her mind as it gave her the words Mel wanted to hear and the ones Kyra wished to express. "I stand with Dave. I believe you would make a good manager, but I do not trust you completely. It's not fair for me to say no just on that and your answers at least... Everyone should have a chance to prove someone wrong. I'll say yes to you becoming our manager, but like Dave, I hope you prove me wrong and gain my full trust."

Jack nodded as he listened to the others give their thoughts on the subject of Mr. Pitts, scratching his chin absentmindedly. He'd need to shave some time soon, the 5 o' clock shadow around his soul patch was getting annoying. His thoughts went back to Mr. Pitts as he watched the other members of the band. He felt sorry for the guy, he had to feel uncomfortable.

He didn't have to give his answer of yay or nay again, so instead he leaned back in his seat, putting one earphone in as he glanced back at Mel once more, giving her a sincere smile. She had the ability to work with every member of the band when she truly wanted to, and that made her almost like the glue of the group. It was good to see that she was here and not zoned out during such an important moment for them. Besides, they still didn't even have a solid name for the band.

Popping his knuckles, he finally stood up and offered a handshake to Mr. Pitts as he gave a reassuring grin to him. Everyone had cast in their opinions, and be unanimous (But still an unsure) vote, that mde him their new manager.

"Well, welcome to the group. Glad to have you aboard."

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