Addison stifled the laugh as the professional wrestler guy backed off at the sight of the knife.  This Desmond guy apparently had balls and refused to take shit from anyone, a plus really, especially in his career choice.  It was also quiet clear that he knew music as he broke more than one heart throughout the audition.  “<strong>A girl</strong>?”  One of the other men waiting their chance hissed as she walked by only earning a smile from her.<br/><br/>A girl she wasn’t a woman she was and she was going to blow their asses away.  She had talent and she knew it and they would know it.  One had to actually be able to play and from what she had already witnessed the majority couldn’t.  They might have the look, might even be able to carry the attitude and even have that professional drumming kit back at home that had cost their parents a fortune but playing ability they didn’t have.<br/><br/>“<strong>The name’s Addison Moore</strong>.”  She said with a smile passing by the table Desmond sat at before taking a seat behind the drum kit her posture straight. Addison may not get the spot, there might be that one who could blow her away, but she wasn’t about to let that fear show, besides she wanted to make her name known.  She pushed the thoughts away as she went instantly into playing.  Her beats perfectly timed leaving little question, at least to her, that she knew her precision well.  Instead of using a lot of on stage antics, she left her audition to what she knew, ending in a gravity blast.<br/><br/>“<strong>Anything else</strong>?”  She asked after having come to a finish.  A glance back to where she had once stood showed more than a few surprised faces at her skill.<br/>