House of Blues, New Orleans... a popular venue for a rock band, and definitely a place to get noticed in a big way. While they waited, Dee (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Deanna_Vandale) played a little pop the bubbles game on her iPhone, one black and white sneaker tapping to the beat of something only she could hear; it certainly wasn't the current playlist in the club. Deanna's outfit of the day was very blue to match her focus on the locale they wanted to play; she was decked out in denim cut-offs over royal blue leggings, a loose blue-grey t-shirt that might have had a logo on it at one point, and the black leather jacket she preferred wearing to gigs, or in this case, on a rather chilly day in New Orleans. Topped off with a long knit scarf that also matched the color theme, it was a lot of blue, but hey, she was memorable, dammit.<br/><br/>It was chilly outside, anyway. It was rather warm inside (or at least warmer), so as she sat waiting she pulled her long, curly, brown hair back, wrapped it up in a bun and stuck a pen through it to hold it in place. "Take it easy, Jose. This is my day off, so I'm not going to wait around forever, either." She shrugged at him and BB. "This would be a nice gig if we can land it, but I'm not sure I'm going to trust a producer who can't keep a simple appointment or call to let us know if he can't." She threw a glance at BB leaning against the wall and sighed. "I'm sorta hoping this asshole might call, or come late. It's the House of Blues, y'know? I'd like to be able to say we've played here. Let's give him ten more minutes, on the off chance we get that lucky, what d'you say, fellas? It's too early for barhopping." She still looked hopeful at least, though the cheerful smile had faded as the minutes dragged by.<br/><br/>"And no." Dee didn't even bother looking at him for that response. "I am not spending time outside hustling on a day like today. Normally, maybe. I don't want to plan too much ahead of us with the semester starting up next week." She poked at the bubbles on her phone for a moment in silence before she added, "I'd be game to try out a street gig soon, though, and maybe make a habit of it, assuming it works smoothly with the keyboard. We'd be pretty limited if I only sang." A random thought made her straighten, setting the phone down on the table she was seated at. "We should try and see what we can do to mix up our set with an eye for street gigs. Some of it should work fine, sure. But find out what we could do to expand?" This was presented with the querulous tone of a question, and this time she did turn to face them both, a certain eagerness lit her hazel eyes, an expression usually reserved for movie nights, new songs, or great gigs.