OOC: Consult RP partners? Ridiculous! Yeah, you're right, sorries.<br/><br/>[quote"Since when am I managing this band? The Cast Iron Stomachs is _your_ baby. I'll happily figure out the contract side of things, it'll give me some use for those courses in comercial law and accountancy besides figuring out how to keep as much of my money as possible out of the claws of the IRS, but you make the decisions." [/quote]<br/>Chris scowled. "Since you're the band's drummer, chief of security and principal exorcist, as well as having several more milennia experience than me and Reizu, I thought you wouldn't mind." He rolled his eyes. "I make the decisions. I never thought I'd heard that, to be fully honest.<br/><br/>&&&<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Ptricia nodded and smiled politely, avoiding showing her own pointy teeth. "You must be the guy from 'Kerrang!'. Either that or a misplaced stationary salesman. I'm Ptriciatepoloma, the drummer of Cast Iron Stomachs. And you are?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>He laughed slightly at the joke, tugging his t-shirt. "This isn't exactly stationary salesman wear." He bowed his head slightly as she introduced herself, knee-length silver hair tumbling over his elegant features. "Luka Perry, Kerrang! reporter, at your service. I mostly handle the new to Kerrang! section, thus our interview today." He picked the tape recorder off his lap and placed in on the table, setting it to record and picking up his notepad and pen. "So, you guys have only played two gigs but your demo's already circling around the label and magazine offices 'round here and you've got a fearsome live reputation. That's an impressive feat for a new band."