Valerie Killgrave.  Well there had been no way he was cutting here, and this was exactly why.  Sure, shoving the girls out of the room wasn’t the smoothest move, but hell, neither was having a multimedia presentation saying ‘You’re Cut!’, but neither of those had been his ideas.  He watched them out the door, his eyes cool and collected, waiting until it finally shut. He was about to delve into his little intro, his hands pressed on the table, preparing to stand up when…<br/><br/>Valerie again.<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2-b.examiner.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/hash/94/63/946333e7f3553da227a64e018b4ab785.jpg)</div>He let he go off on them, veteran presence was good on a team, but when she tried to start a cheer, in the middle of his meeting, he thought he had to draw the line.  He didn‘t need to, in typical LFL style, the girls were unresponsive to team building in the ‘Rah Rah!’ sense.  It did not, however, improve his hopes for the team.  The cheer didn’t make it passed the first response.  He had gotten a gauge for the girls personalities at the try-outs and he thought there might be one among them who would join in, the spirited QB, Allison, she might have been able to convince the rest to join in the cheer, but no.  The silence was deafening, no one even looking up at Valerie.  Allison, looked like she was fighting the urge to bolt out of the room, she managed to catch his eye, a pleading look migled with her terror and he decided to step in.  He stood up and cleared his throat.  He looked Val in the eye with a knowing stare, then a little smile, as if to say, "Nice Try."  They certainly had a lot of work to do.  He nodded to the empty seat, indicating it was for Valerie.  “Alright.  So welcome all of you ladies.  To the first team meeting for the Detroit Pride.  You already know me from the Try-out, I am Coach or Jason.” he said allowing himself a small grin.<br/><br/>“I‘d like to take the opportunity to introduce you to the rest of the staff.”  he paused, “Our therapy team,” he pointed to a pair of individuals standing against the wall by the doors, “Tyler Williams” he indicated a taller African-American man “And Rose Dawson” a slender, bespectacled red-head, “They are some of the best in the business, so if you have any sort of problem, they‘ll take good care of you.” he took a moment to introduce his two assistant coaches, “This is Jack Barcot, he’s our LFL Reporter and he will be responsible for all the press printed about the team.” his jaw twitched a bit as he said it, he thought that Jack would be one of the more popular members of the staff, with all his potential contacts, so he tried to gloss over his introduction.<br/><br/>“First of all congratulations, but now comes the heavy lifting, here-” he said patting the large stack of papers sitting on the table. “are you contracts, just standard LFL procedure, I am sure you will have no objections.  Since you all signed up for this”  As he spoke his assistants passed one out to each of the girls along with a pen.  He was sure at least one of them would not sign there, that they would want to show it to a lawyer or an agent.  “Let me just assure you, that these contracts are non-negotiable and not too unreasonable, so if you are having thoughts of running off to consult someone before signing, go ahead, but there isn‘t much point.  You‘ll just be saving yourself time in the long run, by signing now.  So.” he picked up his own pen and clicked the back end bringing forth the tip.  “If you’d like to, please, just sign on the dotted line.”