Addison smiled brightly at the comment for the rest of the hopeful drummers to get the fuck out of there.  This Desmond guy was looking more and more the total package and his attitude was just a plus.  She was pretty sure he had just made a few enemies in the pack of people that stormed from the audition, pissed at either not getting a chance to audition or having been beat by a girl.  Addison was also quiet certain that she had probably made a few as well, not that she wasn’t use to it by now.<br/><br/>She stayed quiet listening to the two that had volunteered first to audition.  Their playing abilities left no one questioning if they were good or not.  They both had the attitude that goes with it, especially their darker stuff.  Addison couldn’t help but laugh lightly at James’ excitement, not that it wasn’t a good thing, you definitely wanted someone who wanted to be there rather than someone who wanted to be anywhere but there.  Meisa definitely seemed to have the attitude that went behind the music.<br/><br/>“<strong>Addison</strong>.”  She said taking the girls hand and shaking it.  “<strong>Thanks you and James are great to almost as if you were both born to play together</strong>.”  Addison listened as the Meisa told the joke about the bass solo.  She wasn’t one who thought the bass a joke and thought more of it as a necessity.  “<strong>You know everyone’s against bassist and I really can’t understand why?  I mean do we see Tom Araya crying on his way to the bank?</strong>”  She asked raising an eyebrow.<br/>