Addison Moore once again had found herself searching the papers as well as every networking site known to man in search of a new band.  The last had come to her leaving for the same reason as all of the rest.   She was tired of covering and wanted to actually be creative for once, to be in a band that actually wrote their own music and performed their own songs.  It didn’t help that when she would answer and advertisement seeking a drummer that she was laughed at for being a female drummer.  The tired old question of just how a female could ever be as good as someone like Tommy Lee made her blood boil, women could play just as well as any man and she was willing to wager her paycheck on that.<br/><br/>One advertisement in particular had her pausing, as they were auditioning for everything but the front man and it was an up and starting band.  That was always good, at least you weren’t replacing someone expected to have the last persons set style, a chance to be your own person to show that you were just as good if not better than all of the rest.  That was what Addison could bring to the table, would bring to the table.  She was damned good and she knew it.  She wasn’t conceited in knowing how good she was but she knew she was good and there wasn’t anyone that could make her believe otherwise.<br/><br/>Addison had decided to leave her long black locks down the red locks shown against the rest.  She chose to stay in all black choosing both a leather halter and leather pants.  The pants hugged her hips and the halter allowed for her tattoos to be quiet visible, most thought that it was too much ink for a ‘girl’ but not Addison as she was currently looking for more ink.  It was better to look as if one was ready to go on stage than to just show up as if she had just crawled out of bed.<br/><br/>She shut the door behind her quietly as she entered the venue, which was already filled.  Late wasn’t always the best policy when it came to auditions but the drive over had taking a lot longer than had been expected.  The upside was nothing had started yet as whom she guessed to be Desmond Bishop whose name had been mentioned in the advertisement as the one holding the audition, was speaking.  She blended herself in with a group of people in the back the best she could while the man in dreads was still talking.<br/><br/>Being late was already bad enough, adding distractions would only worsen her chances as she assumed for the most part of those trying out for the position as drummer were most likely all male no guarantee but probably close.  “<strong>Ah...little girl lost</strong>?”  One guy chuckled obviously finding his comment funny, receiving only a glare from her as Addison bit her lip to keep from bad mouthing the guy and then turning her attention back to the registration table going over to put her name on the list.<br/>