<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Ptricia sighed. "Looks like we need a new bass player."</div></blockquote><br/>"THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT!" roared Chris in a horrified tone from the main room. When she got up there, she'd find him glowering at his behind in a mirror, looking furious. "...oh, man..." he moaned defeatedly. While none but the most dribbly of idiots would describe him as fat, he was now no longer so much skin and fur stretched thinly over a skeleton, which, having been thin for his whole life, was horrifying the wolf. "...What am I gonna tell Fiana..."<br/><br/>He turned around to her, banishing his concern about his figure for now. He sighed deeply upon reading the note. "I somehow expected this...let's start the auditions ASAP, maybe tomorrow. 'sides, I think I need some tender foxy care after last night." He wandered off down the ramp, dialing Fiana's number.