Flipping through his schedule on his Blackberry, Desmond's eyebrow perked up for a second as he said<strong>"Ok, in regards to a rehearsal? I have your contact information on here and I am going to text you all with the address. I am thinking rehearsal could be tomorrow at Noon? You're free to bring your own equipment if that works with everyone?" </strong>For maybe the first time, Desmond noticed the group had three women and counting him? Two guys. That'd mean for a core demographic? They'd wind up having a lot of female fans. For the male metalheads out there who wanted music and not just to drool over the beautiful women on the roster? They'd have to play twice as heavy, twice as fast, and be as good and as brutal as anything out there. He was totally cool with that.