Desmond watched as the first drummer attempted to show off his stuff. He was some guy who looked as if he should have been a professional wrestler. After the man sat himself down and got comfortable, Desmond gave him the go ahead. What he heard? Was highly underwhelming. The man had little concept of precision and he couldn't keep a beat to save his life. It wasn't long before Desmond grabbed the bridge of his nose and said<strong>"Stop...Stop! next!"</strong>The man looked absolutely stunned and got up, actually making a move towards Desmond before the aspiring frontman just said<strong>"Don't make me stab you in your eye."</strong>Casually pulling out a butterfly knife and swinging it open before he swung it back closed once more in what looked like one swift motion. The man simply paused, and thought about it for a second before reluctantly heading off into the other direction. The other hopeful drummers weren't that much better, and it wasn't long before Desmond started to feel really restless. However someone caught his eye.<br/><br/>He noticed a young looking woman with long hair in red & black locks. Taking a look to check her out, he couldn't help but stop on her ink for a second. Plus she was wearing all leather? That was a match in heaven. Desmond pointed in her direction and called out,<strong>"Hey! I would like to see what the young woman with the red and black locks has. Why don't you bums let her up?"</strong>What could he say? He had a feeling about her. Most of the people he had seen thus far? They had the look, sure. But the attitude? That was debateable, they damn sure didn't have the talent to back up their posturing though.<br/><br/>As he waited for her to make her way to the table, Desmond did a little more people watching. A woman who looked to be of Asian descent caught his eye for a moment, she had two guitar cases which was something he mentally took note of. There was something familiar about this girl, but he would see her perform soon enough. Maybe he could ask then.