"Hey, you made it!" Nikki exclaimed, less polite and more genuinely excited. Despite her status as a minor celebrity, she was destitute, and she needed these tryouts to yield something worthwhile. The dark-skinned girl caught Veronika's hand quickly, shaking it and leading her inside. "I'm Nikki; Nikki Jameson. You're here for the Dead Girlfriend tryouts, right?"<br/><br/>She paused, then offered a small smile. "Sorry. I get a little excited. I haven't taken my meds. If you just go hook up to the amp in the back, and tell us what kind of song you want to play, Kim can start a beat so we can see how you play with a rhythm. It's Veronika, right?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>