It had been a crazy day. Sam had an audition and she fucking late for it. And in this town you can get away with anything else..but you simply cannot, cannot afford to be late anywhere. Because if you do, there would be hundreads of others who would be fighting for your spot. You would already have lost the oppurtunity by now. Samantha Gordon, a stripper by night, struggling musician by day. It had been almost a year since she had came to LA and so far all she had got to do was to play crappy covers. She hated doing that, she was dying to make her own music. She tried out for few bands but lost out to some others in auditions..and whilst some bands accepted her...the creative differences were just too much. She woke up late today due to the constant late night hours she had to work over the week..and then getting stuck in the traffic was hardly a help. It was a new band being put together by some guy called Desmond. He seemed pretty professional, Sam had bumped into the audition advertisement on Facebook.<br/><br/>The place which had had rented was pretty small as she knocked on the door but still entered carelessly. He said the gear would be there for those interested in the audition so she hadn't really bothered to bring her stuff all the way down here. It was a pain in the ass to cram it in the car as it is to bother driving here. The crowd appeared to have thinned out quite a lot from the looks of it as she stared at the tall man standing in the middle, the one who she guessed to be Desmond. He was talking to some people, fuck..did she miss out on the oppurtunity or what? "Hey there, i'm sorry i'm late..I guess the auditions are still for bassists?" She asked, leaning casually against the wall.