<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zach Evans<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parker Commons Lawn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eiryn, Isis, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Networking and butthurt<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br/><hr/><br/>The critique was like a smack across the face. Zach threw in a shrug, too, trying to be nonchalant about it. "We didn't start that long ago."<br/><br/>And now came the reason why they were really over here.<em>Why the fuck do you want us if we suck?</em>Probably because she thought they'd be cheap. Can't afford a real band.<br/><br/>But he knew right now wasn't the time to get butthurt. He didn't want anything more to do with this bitch, but Eminent needed gigs. Having the two seconds to just listen helped him control himself, and give a minor distraction--when the brunette, Isis, spoke, he recognized her voice. Fuck. Casanova was with these guys. But he wasn't here. Yet. Zach glanced around, not that it would do much good when he didn't know what he looked like.<br/><br/>His attention back on Isis, he offered a smile at her compliment. Not that he believed it. She was probably a fake. That smile sort of helped assert it. "Then we'll make this quick and get you out of the cold." All fine and dandy for him. He looked at Eiryn. "I don't have one on me right now. Would a number work? Tell the manager we have about a hundred fans." More like just under seventy-five, but things could change in six weeks. "If you get us, you get at least half that at your gallery. We have a couple songs on our Facebook if she needs to check us out herself. But I'm not gonna lie. Not sure how we fit in at that scene. We're not exactly soft listening." But if Eiryn's looks were anything to go by, the art probably wasn't all sunshine and daisies.