Adam and Peter were beginning to despair their campaign would yield no results for the day.  Two hours had already passed, and they were about to break out the homebrew zig zags and call it when a little car turned up and parked in front of the garage.  At first, their attention was brief and only mildly surprised, but when they saw it was Sasha who stepped out and approached, their shock was tangible.  Peter missed three beats and then suspended his stick on the cymbal, and Adam simply stopped playing as his cigarette fell out of his mouth.  They shared a look that said it all:<span style="font-style: italic">What the fuck is she doing here?</span>In heels, no less.<br/><br/>It was Peter who collected himself enough to answer her question.<br/><br/>“Yeah, it is.  You… didn't come to audition, did you?”  He shot another glance at Adam, who was still staring at her in disbelief.  He threw a penny coin at his head to snap him out of it.  It struck him on the ear and Adam finally stood up and stepped on the cigarette to snuff it out.<br/><br/>“Can you sing?” Adam asked her.  He knew she could play the piano- he'd heard her sometimes, when he passed the music room.  Sometimes he would linger and listen, but that was his secret.