Whiskey sat in the back of the taxi, nervously drumming her fingers on her guitar case, keeping her head down.  It wouldn’t do to be recognized.  She pulled the ball cap lower on her head and made sure her sunglasses were close at hand.  Known for her funky style of dress, she had worn old blue jeans and a long-sleeved knit shirt with a leather vest over it, hoping to throw people off.<br/><br/>It wasn’t that she thought she was the hottest thing in town, she knew better.  It was just a little bit embarrassing, having to audition for another band.  She had her share of paparazzi, if they couldn’t find anyone better to follow, and she didn’t want her picture splashed all over the rags.  “Rock Singer hits Rock Bottom,” or some other catchy headline.<br/><br/>She knew of the Rockaneers, of course, but had never actually met any of them. She felt almost as bad about their breakup as she did Rage, her own group.  She sighed.  People not in the music business had no idea how difficult it was to keep a group together, especially once they became well-known.  Egos, which were already big to start with, grew into outer-space proportions, and suddenly they were miles ahead of everyone else in talent and looks and everything else.<br/><br/>She didn’t even know if they needed a female singer, let alone a lead singer, but the flyer had not specified what they needed, so she thought she would give it a shot.  She really missed being in a band.  Her band had been her family.  Now she felt adrift.<br/><br/>The taxi pulled up to the address she had given him, and she nervously stepped out, looking around for any camera-happy photogs.  She paid the cabbie, then picked up her guitar case and headed inside.  She could hear the music of Sammy Hagar shaking the walls as she got closer to the auditorium’s arena.  Just before she entered, the music stopped.<br/><br/>She went in, looking around, then saw someone standing at a tape player, looking through some tapes.  She suddenly felt very nervous as she walked up to him.<br/>“Hi,” she said softly.  “I’m Jeri.  I’m here to audition for the band?”<br/><br/>