There had been countless auditionees, yet no true bassists who were up to Desmond's very high standards. Maybe he had gotten spoiled, the success in finding guitarists and a drummer had blinded him. When one applicant sucked up the joint badly enough for the vein on Desmond's temple to twitch. He slapped his forehead and got out of his seat. Yelling at the poor kid, well poor kid was a stretch. The guy in question was an arrogant little snot. However he quickly strolled over to him and snatched away the bass from him and said<strong>"No, no no! What the hell is wrong with you? You may not respect me, but you're going to respect the music. That is NOT bass playing."</strong>Hoisting the strap up over his shoulder, he looked down for a moment and started to play out a little melody. Getting his fingers warmed up before the riff for "For Whom The Bell Tolls" could be heard.<br/><br/>Looking up at the shocked occupant, he continued to play the song before snatching away his pick and effortlessly transitioning into the riff for "Angel of Death." Perking up an eyebrow he smirked and said<strong>"What? I do know how to play bass, just that having to do it myself? It limits a lot of what I'm able to do in terms of stage work and vocals."</strong>Looking down for a moment, he concentrated on his playing for a moment as the speed with which he played increased in intensity.