<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/3144492_orig.jpg)</div>As Cord finished up with the last lyric of the song he was singing E.T. signaled to Josh that he should pic the next and last practice song before they went to get something to eat.  The group had long ago come up with their own set of hand signals to communicate with on stage without the audience knowing what they were talking about.  And it had really come in handy at times.  Especially when they had to make last minute change ups in their play lists.<br/><br/>Waiting for Sticks answer E.T. glanced over his shoulder out into pub itself hoping to catch sight of that pretty little waitress with the short blue jean shorts and pony tail.  He wanted to be able to introduce himself that night and perhaps invite her to come with him to the after gig party.  In a way she looked familiar but he couldn't begin to place where he had seen her before.  But a hot woman like that... he was sure he would have remembered if he had met her at one of the gigs or there at the pub before.  And it was really starting to bother him that he could not remember.