Desmond watched her for a moment and then when she said her name? It clocked, she was a stripper. He knew or knew of every single one in the area whether they worked at his club or not. However this observation was kept to himself as he studied her playing style. Once she wrapped up her cover, Desmond tapped his chin lightly for a second before saying<strong>"OK, that was pretty good actually. Well Sam, you know what? You're in, I like you."</strong>He took a small breath, and felt estatic that he wasn't going to have to be the bassist anymore. That freed up a lot of his obligations on stage, and opened the door for more of what he wanted to do as a vocalist.<strong>"This is the rest of the band, so Sam...what times work for you in regards to rehearsal?"</strong>