<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw7f1erUar1ql0mb8o1_500.jpg)</div>Name: Wayland<br/>Place within Hierarchy: New Talent<br/>Role: Hand<br/>Position: Musician<br/>Location: Lexie's Room<br/>Wearing: A loose fitting plaid shirt (http://www.hollister-dundrum.com/images/hollister/Hollister-Mens-Plaid-Shirts-Blue.jpg) with a white sleeveless shirt underneath, as well as a pair of stone washed jeans (http://media.impericon.com/media/catalog/product/d/i/dickies_manchaster_stonewashed_jeans_lg.jpg) and old boots (http://ramblinjackson.com/wpcontent/themes/ramblinJackson/img/cowboyBoots.png).<br/>Languages and Accent: English, Southern Accent<br/>Tagging: Lexie<br/><br/>Wayland felt himself calm as Lexie smiled more, looking her directly in the eyes as she spoke (because that was the only way he was taught). He would laugh when she did, surprised about the length of time she had been with the circus, feeling like she integrated quite well from what few moments he saw of her the night prior. If anything he was more surprised about the way she spoke to Elizabeth. He had a small feeling in the back of his mind that said he probably should have been more assertive with her before... Maybe if he had he wouldn't be cleaning up tiger dung. But then again... Maybe he would be setting up a stage for a show at this very moment back in Dallas.<br/><br/>Her question made a smile come to his face, his right hand coming up and running the back of his neck. "Well..." he started, a faint laugh escaping his lips, "It's a long story..." he found himself shaking his head a little. "I'm originally from a really small town south west of Dallas; 'bout two hundred people or so." He took in a short breath, "I played the fiddle back in, pretty much, the only bar in town and ended up catching this business man's eye." A short sigh broke through, rubbing the back of his neck again, "He pulled me in like a fish and got me to come to Dallas with him for some work which I figured would include me playing..." He paused for a second, "But, it just entailed me working for other bands and setting up stages." A grin ebbed its way onto his face, "The whole carrot on a stick trick got me." Wayland arched his back, stretching a little from having such poor posture,  "I guess my reasons for joining really sit between wanting to see the country and to actually perform... To some extent, at least." he shook his head, "I don't really have a special act or anything, I'm just a fiddle player." his mind traveled back to the night before, remembering the first encounter he had with Chloe and Elizabeth.<br/><br/>"You should have seen Elizabeth's face when I asked to come on as a musician..." he laughed, shaking his head again as his southern accent broke through another barrier, "Hell, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Chloe stepping in..." he rubbed his hands together, small scars littered his skin from working on the farm back home. "But, no..." he let out a sigh, "I couldn't go home with my tail in between my legs so this was the best thing that could have happened to me." he looked over at lexie and smiled, his face turning a shade of red again. He didn't really get into what had happened between home and Dallas, that whole part almost an embarrassment to him at this point. "I doubt I could go back to Jimmy, my old boss..." A deviant smile came to his lips, "He probably doesn't want to talk to me for a while." He turned an even deeper shade of red, realizing he had been rambling, "So, uh..." He paused as if thinking, "What's your job description exactly...?" He smiled again, "I understand the basics but is there something else...?" He had no idea that what he was asking could possibly spark her to think about the exact reason as to why she was crying earlier.<br/><br/>PS(sorry for any mistakes, i worked on this on my iPhone, when I get back I'll proofread this some more.)<br/><br/>PSS(Edited 6:04 PM 8-3)