On With The Show (closed for KittenRin)

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Even though all he wanted to do was for this blowhard in front of him to just get up and shove this pretentious asshole out the door. "We'll let you know." His calm, sedate voice was just biting on the edge of irritation as twenty five year old Kendall Price smiled - almost - at the man in front of him.

Correction. In front of them. The band. His band, in his mind; Mercury Wave. Normally, the leader of a band was the lead singer, but even as the singer had been at the front and centre of the stage, it was Kendall who'd driven them; the energetic guitar player, always full of life and drive with with an instrument in his hands. But now they were down a singer after a rather acrimonious parting with their previous vocalist, and it could not have come at a worse time; Kendall knew that some record executives were starting to notice, seeing talent in the precocious mishmash of musicians. They had chemistry, and now people were looking to see if they had 'it'.

And no matter how good you were, no rock band could have 'it' without a lead singer.

They'd rented a small conference room in a hotel; at a not-insignificant-cost for a foursome who was still trying to make it big. But this was part of the process, and Kendall - as the most 'convincing' (which was to say charismatic and decisive) member of the band - had convinced the other three guys that this was a good use of their meager budget.

Getting Trent Olsen onboard had been critical. Trent was the bass player, and as the primary songwriter of the band was seen as the most rational and well reasoned of the guys. He'd taken some convincing, but eventually he agreed that this would present the band in a better light. Although, as they'd walked into the small area normally used for business meetings and office presentations where nobody was listening, the normally sedate twenty six year old mumbled into Kendall's ear 'this had better work'. At the moment, Trent wasn't smiling even as he wore a polite expression; his innate grasp of social protocol was generally on par with Kendall's; his head slightly higher then Kendall's only due so his height; idly folding his arms in front of him, rubbing the shoulder of his black t-shirt as if he needed to get something off of it.

The same could not be said for Steve Usher, the drummer who just could *not* sit still. Even sitting, he radiated with energy; shivering, almost, his wild long curly hair betraying his enthusiasm. Not necessarily for what they were doing; the twenty two year old college dropout (not an uncommon occurrence among these four, although he was the only one who seemed to make a big deal about it) had argued fervently against wasting their time here. Still, even as Trent waited calmly, as Kendall attempted not to will the man out with his eyes, Steve smiled eagerly at the anonymous singer in front of them, as if the tryout hadn't just butchered his one and only chance to join their group, his gaze not able to stay focused on him for too long before he wanted/needed to look at something else.

And still, each and every one of them was doing a better job of being decent human beings then Bradley Geiger. The four men had sweat together, bled together (figuratively), barely dodged death together (literally), but still none of them really had a beat on what made Brad tick. He was a little moody, eccentric, by far the most difficult to deal with at times and also the one with the most erratic schedule; rehearsals often had to be rescheduled around his work hours.

He was also arguably the one who held the most power out of the four of them as one of the most talented guitar/keyboard players that any of the guys there had ever seen. When asked about it, the lanky twenty three year old mumbled something about piano lessons he hadn't wanted to take.

At any rate, he was also the one to break the stalemate as he locked his gaze with intent on the young man in front of them, his tone unnerving and steely. "You can leave now."

"I've-I've haven't sung everything yet-"

So much for the diplomatic route. Kendall got up from his chair at that point, no longer content to let civility reign. "We've heard enough. Thank you." He dropped the clipboard and pen he'd been holding onto the table in front of the members of Mercury Wave, all but shoving the poor bastard out the door. "Next!" He called out the door, but seeing nobody else out there for the moment, he let a sigh out, heading back to the table."Well, he's definitely not it."

"No." nodded Trent.

"That dude will make a nice backup singer somewhere." Steve's statement was followed by him tapping his hands against the table as if he wanted to start a beat, causing his clipboard and pen to fall on the floor. Trent chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at Kendall.

"Should we call it a day?" He looked at his watch knowingly, and Kendall gave a quick glance at the wall clock before shaking his head.

"We've got the room for another fifteen minutes..." he responded quickly. Even if they didn't get anyone, this was a nice room for them. Comfortable chairs, clean carpets, a rectangular table set up at one end of the room, with the four of them (normally) sitting behind it. In the centre, a music stand, and a couple of tables at the sides with a pitcher of water and glasses, if any of them needed it.

Ones they'd have to sneak back out, Kendall remembered, as he'd seen the hotel's prices for refreshments and blanched.

"Nobody's going to show up in between now and then. We've only had a dozen people the whole day."

"Exactly. We need someone better then the schmucks who've shown up so far..."

Steve finally broke into the conversation meaningfully, getting up and bending down to stretch his legs; something the relatively short drummer should have been doing more of, judging by his extra weight. "I think the third guy was okay in short doses..."

"Exactly." said Kendall, walking back to his chair and almost falling into it with an exasperated sigh. "We can't have someone in short doses. We need someone who can hold up under pressure. A real singer." He looked down. "I posted this everywhere I knew..."

"I know, man." Trent put a placating hand on the man's shoulder while Steven bent over backwards now. "I saw 'em all, and put a few notes on message boards of my own. Ones I could trust, anyways."

Kendall smirked back, nodding as Trent pulled his hand away. "For all the good it did. Still though, we've got...thirteen minutes now." He leaned back. "Let's just see who else pops through that door before the hotel comes in to kick us out."

Little did he know who was about to walk through, and how they were about to change the fortunes of Kendall and his little band...
 
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Zoey Hunt
20 years old
Brown hair, brown eyes
5'4, slender body, C-cup



Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

FUCK.

Zoey Hunt stormed through the hotel lobby. She was late. How on earth did she let herself be so late? She was NEVER late! She had never been late for class, ever! But now? With her one and, quite likely, only opportunity of fulfilling her dream? How could she mess up this badly?

Well, she had obviously spent way too much time picking her outfit. But what do you wear for a rock band audition? Come to think of it, is it really okay to just wear some jeans and a plain crop top? What if they think she's not serious enough...?

NO! Zoey told herself firmly. No more second-guessing! You're here now, as you are - all you can do now is make the best of what you've got!


***


Zoey had meant it as a joke, initially. "Look at this! Rock band looking for lead singer! You know what I should do? I should audition for them, drop out of college, and become a rock star! Then I could just sing for a living and never ever have to look at econ books ever again!" "Ha, as if!" she could have added.

Somehow Amy, her best friend, either didn't notice she was kidding, or just chose to ignore it completely. To Amy, her crazy scheme sounded like the best idea ever invented in the history of good ideas. "YES! Do it", Amy exclaimed. "Go on! Audition for them! Will you go? Promise me you'll go! Pleeeease!"

It was very likely that Amy simply knew Zoey better than Zoey knew herself. Looking at Zoey, anyone would think she was the luckiest and happiest girl on Earth: a stunning girl, starting her second year in college, popular with students and professors alike, getting the best grades in her year. Surely she was right on the fast track for success. She was someone to envy, for sure. Her life seemed just too good to be true.

And it was. Zoey had never felt like that about herself, not at all. She might be acing pretty much all of her college courses, but that didn't mean she enjoyed them one bit. Actually, she didn't even feel she was that good at any of the subjects she was taking. She was simply good at studying - studying for exams. Zoey could get perfect marks from every test about any subject and never even understand what she had just supposedly learned. Not that she really cared to understand. The mere idea that she'd be spending the rest of her life working a career about this same stuff scared her to death.

There was only one thing Zoey really, truly loved - one thing she was passionate about, and truth be told, one thing she was actually very good at. Singing. She loved singing more than anything else in the entire world. If it were up to her, she would do nothing but sing all day, every day. But, obviously, such a thing wasn't possible.

Or was it?

"Zoey", Amy had told her with an uncharacteristically serious look on he face. "You have the passion. You have a wonderful voice - you know you do. And if I might add, you definitely have the looks too. Think about it - you could become a real rock star! You can! You NEED this. Do it for yourself."


***


Zoey finally arrived at the designated conference room. Panting out of breath, she glanced at her watch - eight minutes left. Just eight minutes to make an impression. No one else seemed to be around, though. Was the audition over already? Had everyone else gone home? Maybe they had already found their singer and this was all for nothing?

Compose yourself, Zoey, she told herself. Take a deep breath. You can't go there panting like a German Shepherd.

A quick glance in the mirror. Good, she wasn't sweating. Not visibly, anyway. Now that the terror of being late was starting to pass, pure nervousness was bringing up its ugly head. Zoey felt like her stomach was twisting inside out. Could she really do this after all?

Deep breaths. Compose yourself.

Zoey reminded herself of the songs she was prepared to sing. They were all songs by the band itself, Mercury Wave - Zoey had gone all study mode on the band, watched every Youtube video of them she could find, listened to all their songs and learned as many as she could herself. She had to admit, they were good. Really good. Singing for them would be fantastic - a true dream come true.

"You NEED this." Amy's words echoed in the back of Zoey's head.

She gathered her courage, knocked on the door softly and slowly cracked it slightly open. Behind the door was a nicely furnished room. There was a lone music stand, a table, and four men sitting behind it. All of them turned to look at Zoey when she entered.

"Umm... excuse me", Zoey stammered. She was losing her composure once again.

Get yourself together!!!

"Is this..." Zoey started, but interrupted as she lost her voice. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Is this the audition? I hope I'm not too late?"
 
She needn't have worried about looking unprofessional; at the very least, not for the reasons she feared. With ten minutes to go and a self imposed deadline looming, the band itself had mostly list interest in the proceedings, frustration about the lack of qualified applicants and some resentment about their last singer leaving bubbling to the surface in various forms. While Brad sat eerily quiet, and Steve texted with his thumbs as if he were hammering out another drum beat, Kendall and Trent were quietly discussing what their next move was doing to be, already assuming they weren't going to get anyone else coming in to their little audition room.

Not that they wouldn't take full advantage of having this room for its full duration. It was damned comfortable, the lights actually worked, and...well, they'd skimped on ordering food, so there was no catering. But it was still a contrast to each of their homes, and the musty garage where they usually rehearsed.

"Honestly, I don't think we found anyone." murmured Kendall, and even if he was trying to keep his voice down, the guys could all easily hear it if they wanted to. Steve clearly didn't, and nobody was ever too sure about what Brad wanted as Trent sighed with a shake of his head.

"We could go with the asian guy."

"Really?" Trent's comment seemed to set Kendall back as he responded.

The affable bassist gave a shrug, his brown shirt shifting as he did. "The guy can sing."

"He's got no stage presence." Kendall bit back.

"That can be taught-"

"Not to him." Kendall leaned forward, getting animated, although not agitated with his friend and colleague. "He's got no charisma. No matter how much we dressed him up, and no matter how much the four of us rock it-" And for as many things as the four guys disagreed on, they *all* had stage presence, in their own ways. "-he'll always be the weak link. And someone at the forefront can't hold us back like that."

Trent nodded, leaning back with a sigh. "Truth be told, I think I agree..." Kendall took a look at his friend, and saw that this wasn't a case where he'd coerced Trent into acquiescing to him; it was more a case of him convincing the bassist of something he already thought. "And no, before you ask, I'm not singing."

That got a smile from both young men, at least briefly. Trent was by far the worst singer in the band; and while the other three members all sang a bit, it was all harmony. If Kendall had to pick a current member to sing, it would probably be Brad, although the enigmatic musician had opined (and the guys had all agreed, marking one of the few times that Mercury Wave had agreed on anything) that him moving forward would mess up the band's chemistry.

Kendall pushed his chair back. "Well, then-" He was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the meeting room door. And even if the knock was quiet, four heads turned as one to the foreign audio source, each of them betraying their eagerness to get *something* out of this blasted day. Even if the specter of them being kicked out early should have made them pause - none of them was really conscious of the time at the moment, after all.

"Umm... excuse me." The voice could have been a hotel employee on their first day, wanting to check on the room to see if they could tear down early, but as the foreign voice walked in, it became very clear that this was not a hotel employee.

Although judging by her posture, it wasn't entirely clear what she was, aside from female, and cute in that outfit. A brunette, too, which was a plus in his eyes. Kendall looked her over, his mind already deciding that she wasn't hot, but would be in a different outfit, and with a different mindset. Confidence, *knowing* who she was and what kind of reaction she could elicit in others.

But first, he had to figure out her name. And remind himself he was looking for a *singer*. "Yes?" he responded, a polite look on his face.

"Is this..." The nameless young woman started, clearing her throat. "Is this the audition? I hope I'm not too late?"

A brief moment passed, Trent looking at her and then the other guys; Steve's gaze focusing on her, and then the clock, and Brad's stare locking on her almost creepily before Kendall stood up with a beaming smile. "Absolutely." He hesitated in walking towards her, or the water table, before deciding a handshake was in order first as he stepped forward. "I'm Kendall, and we are...well, I'm sure you know that we are Mercury Wave." He pointed at each of the guys. "That's Trent our bassist; Steve, our drummer, and Brad, our fifth. He does a bit of everything." Another soft look towards her. "What's your name?"

Kendall extended his hand, intending to give her a handshake. "I'll get you a glass of water." He said softly, before moving to the table to get just that.

Even as Trent smiled politely, as Steve did while Brad wore an even expression - the bassist couldn't help but notice that Kendall had introduced the band to her off hand. He hadn't done that for anyone else, assuming they'd done their homework, or that he could do that once a potential recruit had 'earned' their place. Maybe he was just being nice to the cute chick - and the first female audition they'd had all day. With an inwards shrug, he looked down at his sheet of questions.

"Okay, Zoey...tell us a bit about yourself. Age, occupation, simple stuff like that." encouraged Trent, and as she answered, she had three very interested guys listening to her answers, and one emotionless Brad. As Trent asked the questions, Kendall came over to her with a glass of water, handing it to her and waiting to take it back so she could have her hands free.

"What kind of musical training do you have? Classical? Self taught?" Trent inclined his head, and as Kendall listened to her answer, not entirely making his way back behind the table, he nodded. He still needed to hear her sing, but something about the way she answered the questions...

With a smile, Kendall looked at her. "We just want a sense of who you are, and...well, why you're interested in joining us four weirdos." The joke got the usual small smiles from Trent and Steve...and again, nothing from Brad.

He bit back a sigh. That guy has got to work on his people skills.
 
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