<b>RE: Sex, Drugs &amp; Rock &amp; Roll - If you wanna be manager, just hit me up per PM,...</b><br/><br/>To say the Bunny “BB” Brookdale wasn’t taking this audition seriously would have been an understatement. The only reason she had shown up is her parents had demanded yet again that she at least try to get some sort of employment. According to them sneaking out of the house and into the city for concerts was “no way to go through life.” BB couldn’t have disagreed more, but her dad and busybody step-mom found it necessary to keep talking to rich friends and signing her up for label sponsored band auditions, like this one. Out of the dozen or so she had been signed up for, BB had managed to skip about half, and purposely tank the rest. She didn’t really want to be famous, nor did she desire to leave her friends behind as she toured around the country. So she had set to work on giving as few shits as possible without endangering her trust fund.<br/><br/>The stage manager was forced to wake her up when it was her turn to play, she’d decided to take a nap sometime after AJ’s audition. Groggy she pulled out her Ibanez M30th, and slung it over her shoulder and walked out onto the stage, the bass almost as big as her.  She walked on stage in low rise black leather pants, a tattered ramones shirt, with a bright orange bra underneath.<br/><br/>She chomped on a wad of bubblicious as the promoter began to speak, “Miss Brookda”<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff6347">BB</span>”, She cut him off mid-sentence, “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">…and I have a question</span>” She said in a quiet but mischievous voice, upset that this guy obviously knew who her parents were.<br/><br/>“Go Ahead… BB”<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">Is it just you that’s going to suck off Major Bummer, or do we all have to?</span>” She giggled to herself, smacking her gum, and turning towards the group of “approved” musicians, giving AJ a mock solute.<br/><br/>“Miss Broo”<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">BB</span>”<br/><br/>“Sigh… BB, Do you have a song prepared or not?” The promoter asked obviously nearing the end of his patience. From BB’s point of view things were going swimmingly.<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">I do!</span>” She grinned in mock enthusiasm, making no movements.<br/><br/>The promoter was fuming now, “Would you play it for us?”<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">Magic word?</span>”<br/><br/>The promotor snarled, “Please!”<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">You got it Cupcake!</span>” BB Grinned ear to ear, pulling the wad of gum out and sticking it to her expensive bass.  “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">I’m going to be playing “Overkill” by Motorhead!</span>” She exclaimed before launching into the bass-led, proto-thrash metal track. She played the song extra fast, and extra loud, her high voice contorted into her best scratchy “Lemmy” impression. When it came to music, she just couldn’t make herself screw around too much, and she played to song flawlessly, knowing she’d already tanked her chances, and would be out in a few minutes.<br/><br/>That’s when she decided to go for one more round of “fuck it”, as she approached the songs guitar solo, she got a huge grin on her face, and where she should have just played the rhythm notes, she launched into a near perfect copy of AJ’s guitar solo, transposed on the fly to bass, and slightly faster due to keep pace with her motorhead song. She looked out in the crowd sticking her tongue out at AJ as she hammered on and off of her bass strings, an entire lifetime of music lessons and an almost savant like aptitude making the whole affair seem effortless.  When she finished the song she looked out and saw the promoter grinning ear to ear, and her heart sank.<br/><br/>“We’d like you to stick around.” These were the words she’d dreaded, She’d finally done it, she’d finally managed to fuck up her fucking around.  But at age 21, there were appearances to be upheld, and she decided it would be best if she played it cool. She tossed her bass to an unsuspecting stage hand, who barely managed to catch it. And hopped down from the stage toward the auditorium seating, climbing the first chair and then walking along the rest of the row with her arms out as if she was tight rope walking, working her way along the chairs until she got to the other three musicians, and plopped herself down in a seat between AJ, Rachel, and Lumi.<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">What’s up soldier boy, pale kid, exchange student… Well this is awkward… fuck</span>.” She slumped back in her seat.<br/><br/>(Edit- I accidentally put 19 instead of 21 for her age, my bad<img alt=";)" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite2" data-shortname=";)" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Wink    ;)"/>