Bang Your Fucking Head To This!
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				Title: <strong>Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 17:30:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://niflgard.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/black-sabbath-98.jpg)<br><br><br>Desmond needed something, hell anything to shake him off from the boredom and disillusion he felt with his life. It was part of why the idea of starting a band appealed to him so strongly, Desmond had been a lifelong metal fan. Hell, he'd lost his virginity at a Deftone's concert as a preteen. The idea of creating a band? It was something that was too good to pass up, naturally he'd have to hold auditions. Though the idea made him laugh, who'd want to audition for someone whom they never met nor heard of? Still, he remained optimistic despite this. He knew he had a lot to offer. Desmond was a first rate vocalist, a lifetime of singing and writing poetry would give one certain gifts. All he needed was to wrap a band around that concept, if aligned to his creative vision he knew there'd be an audience out there for whatever they could crank out. Not to mention he made the prospect sweeter by promising a future venue that was up for use, the strip club he worked at? They loved him enough there to allow him to use the space if he was able to get a worthwhile group together.<br><br>Currently it was fairly early on a Saturday afternoon, Desmond had worked a late shift last night at the club but he felt fully awake. Aggressive initiative was taken to get the word out. Ads in the newspaper, some advertisements on Facebook/Myspace and every other social networking site under the sun. Metal websites, magazines, and the like were also not spared. Desmond was serious about this and had shelled out some money to get results. To his benefit, he wasn't disappointed. There was a fairly strong turn out currently to audition for the band. He'd even gotten one of his regular lovelies at the record shop to spread the word that he was looking to start up a band. It seemed she hadn't failed, there were also more females at the audition than Desmond had anticipated. Some attractive ones too he thought to himself. <br><br>With a small little grin, he sat himself down at a seat in the back of a table set up in the center of the small space he had rented. One of Desmond's friends had brought some of his boys, and they were playing security for this whole event. To make sure nobody got too riled up. Desmond called outwards <strong>"Alright. I'll keep this short, I'm looking for the best. I demand the best, but I also give the best. If you're not here to play some fucking skull splitting, bloodletting metal? You're at the wrong place! With that said, lets get this thing going!"</strong> <br><br>Anyone who would make their way into the room would be greeted by an attractive young black guy with dreadlocks and too many tattoos for his own good. Currently he was wearing a black wifebeater, a pair of black jean shorts and combat boots. Resting his hands on the table in front of him, he tapped a pencil down lightly on a sheet of paper. Having several out so he could take notes. The auditionees wouldn't know it, but he was critiquing more than just their skills. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 19:57:50</strong>
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				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.&nbsp; The last had come to her leaving for the same reason as all of the rest.&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; It didn’t help that when she would answer and advertisement seeking a drummer that she was laughed at for being a female drummer.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; That was what Addison could bring to the table, would bring to the table.&nbsp; She was damned good and she knew it.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She chose to stay in all black choosing both a leather halter and leather pants.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; “<strong>Ah...little girl lost</strong>?”&nbsp; 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>
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				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 22:48:42</strong>
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				When Maisa read about the new band that was forming, she thought that this might be the chance she has been looking for. She has been in the states for a while now, and so far she hasn't been able to find what she was looking for. Maybe this would be the band that would let her do what she felt she just had to do. So she grabbed two of her guitar cases, one big and one small, and went over to audition.<br><br>Arriving at the venue, Maisa made her way inside. There were quite a few people there already, many of them looking like the archetypal metalheads -- lots of leather, tattoos, long hair and big, burly men. Maisa looked quite differently. In Japan she was considered to be a tall woman, here she was comparatively small. Dressed in a white wifebeater and a short pleated skirt in black, she definitely stood out. She caught the gazes of quite a few men, which was not surprising to Maisa. She knew that she had this effect on most men. <br><br>Nodding politely and smiling at those who stepped out of the way to let her pass, Maisa looked around. She noticed that there were quite a few women here, more than she had seen at similar auditions. She took this as a good sign. Then the guy from inside yelled something about "fucking skull splitting and bloodletting metal" and Maisa frowned and said: "Poser." A guy at her side chuckled. Well, hopefully that comment was just for the metalheads out here. <br><br>Maisa put her name on the list on the table, having a little trouble with her two cases while doing so. She then waited patiently for her time to audition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 00:56:54</strong>
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				Desmond watched as the first drummer attempted to show off his stuff. He was some guy who looked as if he should have been a professional wrestler. After the man sat himself down and got comfortable, Desmond gave him the go ahead. What he heard? Was highly underwhelming. The man had little concept of precision and he couldn't keep a beat to save his life. It wasn't long before Desmond grabbed the bridge of his nose and said <strong>"Stop...Stop! next!"</strong> The man looked absolutely stunned and got up, actually making a move towards Desmond before the aspiring frontman just said <strong>"Don't make me stab you in your eye."</strong> Casually pulling out a butterfly knife and swinging it open before he swung it back closed once more in what looked like one swift motion. The man simply paused, and thought about it for a second before reluctantly heading off into the other direction. The other hopeful drummers weren't that much better, and it wasn't long before Desmond started to feel really restless. However someone caught his eye.<br><br>He noticed a young looking woman with long hair in red &amp; black locks. Taking a look to check her out, he couldn't help but stop on her ink for a second. Plus she was wearing all leather? That was a match in heaven. Desmond pointed in her direction and called out, <strong>"Hey! I would like to see what the young woman with the red and black locks has. Why don't you bums let her up?"</strong> What could he say? He had a feeling about her. Most of the people he had seen thus far? They had the look, sure. But the attitude? That was debateable, they damn sure didn't have the talent to back up their posturing though.<br><br>As he waited for her to make her way to the table, Desmond did a little more people watching. A woman who looked to be of Asian descent caught his eye for a moment, she had two guitar cases which was something he mentally took note of. There was something familiar about this girl, but he would see her perform soon enough. Maybe he could ask then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 01:40:28</strong>
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				Addison stifled the laugh as the professional wrestler guy backed off at the sight of the knife.&nbsp; This Desmond guy apparently had balls and refused to take shit from anyone, a plus really, especially in his career choice.&nbsp; It was also quiet clear that he knew music as he broke more than one heart throughout the audition.&nbsp; “<strong>A girl</strong>?”&nbsp; One of the other men waiting their chance hissed as she walked by only earning a smile from her.<br><br>A girl she wasn’t a woman she was and she was going to blow their asses away.&nbsp; She had talent and she knew it and they would know it.&nbsp; One had to actually be able to play and from what she had already witnessed the majority couldn’t.&nbsp; They might have the look, might even be able to carry the attitude and even have that professional drumming kit back at home that had cost their parents a fortune but playing ability they didn’t have.<br><br>“<strong>The name’s Addison Moore</strong>.”&nbsp; She said with a smile passing by the table Desmond sat at before taking a seat behind the drum kit her posture straight. Addison may not get the spot, there might be that one who could blow her away, but she wasn’t about to let that fear show, besides she wanted to make her name known.&nbsp; She pushed the thoughts away as she went instantly into playing.&nbsp; Her beats perfectly timed leaving little question, at least to her, that she knew her precision well.&nbsp; Instead of using a lot of on stage antics, she left her audition to what she knew, ending in a gravity blast.<br><br>“<strong>Anything else</strong>?”&nbsp; She asked after having come to a finish.&nbsp; A glance back to where she had once stood showed more than a few surprised faces at her skill.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 02:31:44</strong>
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				Desmond sat there quietly, an amused smirk on his face as some of the men vocalized their disapproval of this girl getting to audition for them. However he couldn't find himself caring, and when she introduced herself? He smiled back in response and said <strong>"Charmed. Show me what you've got."</strong> He found himself quickly impressed with her as she went to work. This woman was going absolutely nuts, and it wasn't noise. Everything was intentional, and she was vastly superior to everyone else who had tried their hand to impress Desmond.<br><br>His mouth didn't exactly drop open, but it took a moment for him to collect his thoughts before he spoke. <strong>"Well...damn, girl. That was pretty fucking outstanding...I'd say if you can do one of these songs for me? You're in, now. The rest of the drummers can go fuck off. I'll let you pick. Any song from any of the big four of thrash during the 80's. Any song from them, play it on those drums? And the spot is yours."</strong> This was more for his satisfaction as opposed to anything else. After the performance she just gave? Desmond knew he wanted Addison in his group, this was just doublechecking. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 04:38:56</strong>
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				James had just got back to his small apartment/Instrument repair shop from a emergency call to fix some guys bass. He sat in his computer chair with a 'thud' and began to do his usual free time thing, look for a band to join. James had moved to the USA not to long ago form Toronto in the hoped to find someone with a similar passion for metal. So far, nothing. But one add on the computer caught his eye. Something that James really wanted to be apart of at first read. "If this guys looking for the best, the best just found you, mate. Wait, what!? The addition is Today!? Fucking, eh!" With that, James quickly wrote down the direction to the Venue and ran to his repair shop to grab his prototype guitar he had just finished putting the fine touches on only last night. He also grabbed a hand full of picks, a patch cord, and his car keys and rushing out the door and down the stairs to his shitty old car. Throwing his guitar in the back seat he stared up the old rust bucket and rushed off to the venue as fast as that piece of shit would go.<br><br>Arriving just outside, James quickly grabbed his guitar and gear and ran inside just in time to see the line up and that Desmond guy from the add yell out to the crowd about 'fucking skull splitting, bloodletting metal'. "I want to play some skull splitting and bloodletting metal!!" James said right before tripping over some guys foot and falling to the ground in a way that it looked like he was trying to protect his guitar. But the resilient Canadian quickly got up and brushed of his guitar and ran up to put his name on the list. Next to him stood a very attractive girl Japanese girl with 2 guitar cases in her hands. "H..hey, sup? I'm James. I play in a band. I mean I did, but they kicked me out. S..so you play guitar, eh? Me to! Who's your favorite guitar player? Mine is Andre Olbrich of Blind Guardian and Alex Lifeson from RUSH." James said to her without even taking a breath.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 05:22:44</strong>
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				Addison smiled widely trying her best to contain her excitement.&nbsp; “<strong>Then I suggest you tell them to go fuck off</strong>.”&nbsp; Anything from the eighties from Metallica, Megadeth, Slayer or Anthrax, she really must have impressed him.&nbsp; Most probably would have thought her to choose something from the other three giving the shit talk Metallica had received but no, she liked them and didn’t care who knew.<br><br>She chose ‘Fight Fire with Fire’ keeping the beat even as the door slammed behind a guy who she guessed was pissed because the audition wasn’t the slightest to his liking.&nbsp; It must have been insulting to be shown up by a girl, but she loved every minute of it.&nbsp; Her style was as aggressive as Lars Ulrich.&nbsp; As she ended she then turned back to Desmond pretty confident in herself.&nbsp; “<strong>You want to tell them or should I</strong>?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 09:54:40</strong>
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				Desmond had to say it, this girl had balls. He could definitely see himself growing to really like Addison. She truly was a woman after his own heart. Crossing his arms lightly over his chest, an eyebrow was perked up as Addison chose one of his personal favorites. By now, Desmond was wearing a huge shit eating grin and once she finished he laughed gently. <strong>"I'll tell them."</strong> She was definitely in alright, he'd see just how wide her range was later. But she definitely had what he was looking for. <br><br>Getting to his feet, Desmond stood and bellowed out, <strong>"Any hopeful drummers still here? You all don't have to go home but you've got to get the fuck up out of here! The drummer spot is currently filled by the lovely Miss Addison Moore, here! Next up I'll be taking guitarists. If you're auditioning for lead? Find someone who is doing rhythm. I'd like to hear guitarists play together and to do trade offs."</strong> Desmond's ear was developed enough to be able to accurately rate both guitarists at the same time without them bleeding together. For a moment his eye went back to the Asian woman, as well as the guy who was next to her and seemed to be speaking to her currently.
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				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 15:43:23</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Meisa listened to the verbal diarrhea the big guy at her side was producing with a smile. Stretching out a hand she answered: <strong>"Hello James. I am Meisa. Yes, I do play the guitar."</strong> She shrugged her shoulders, shaking the two cases. <strong>"Rush you say? Great band. <em>La Vila Stangiato</em> is one of my favorites."</strong> She was speaking with a slight Japanese accent, but it was barely there.<br><br><strong>"As guitarists I like John Petrucci of Dream Theater, but also Eddie Van Halen, Richie Blackmore and Jimmy Page."</strong> Then there was a call for lead guitarists to audition together with rhythm guitarists, and she added the question: <strong>"Would you like to audition together?"</strong><br><br><em>(OOC: Assuming James agrees.)</em><br><br>Meisa walked into the audition room, looking cute as a button in her outfit and with the propped up hair. She nodded and smiled at the female drummer who was still sitting behind the kit before she went to the guy who must be Desmond, the one who put up the add. <strong>"Hi, I am Meisa. Auditioning for lead guitar."</strong> She shook his hand and gave him a dazzling smile, one that can turn knees into jelly. Looking around, she found an amp and put the bigger of the two cases in a corner. She opened the smaller one, taking out a black Gibson Les Paul Custom. She almost lovingly tuned it by ear, then she put it on and stood up. She plugged it in and started playing a few licks in clean mode, showing precision and speed. A careful observer could see that the nails on her left hand were short but the ones on her right hand were long. It became clear why that was the case when she started picking, playing a short piece of Johann Sebastian Bach's Air.<br><br>Before she hit the distortion, she said: <strong>"I apologize if the sound is a bit flaky, this is not my equipment obviously."</strong> She pointed at the amp. Stroking the neck of her guitar, she continued: <strong>"This baby has more sustain than the great canyon, but I'll try to make her behave."</strong> <br><br>She then hit the distortion and played a rhythm riff, waiting for James to join in. When he did, she went into a melodic solo, that included quite a few incredibly quick finger moves while still staying true to the melody. While she played, at one point she reached up with her right hand, letting her hair down while her left was still tapping the solo. Not pausing the solo for a second, she moved to the rhythm, smiling through her hair at James, the combination of the hard guitar sounds with her natural grace in her movement and feel for melodies producing a very tantalizing effect. <br><br>Then she went into a hard rhythmic riff, nodding at James to take over the lead. When he did, she moved around him, her hair flying, listening to what he did and answering with a short burst of quick licks of her own from time to time, but still keeping the rhythm going.<br>&nbsp;</td><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Meisa1.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 18:51:36</strong>
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				"Dream Theater eh? I love those guys! Jorden Rudess on scenes from memorey was amazing." After that, James herd that Desmond guy call out for two guitar players. He was about to ask Meisa to play for him whe she asked herself. James nodded to Desmond as he went and hooked up his self made axe. He gave Meisa a thumbs up and she began to plat clean. when she showed him the rhythm melody he quickly copied it with a little more speed and a few extra notes but still keeping the lead backed.<br><br>When Meisa stepped back and gave him a nod, James knew it was time to shine. It had been awhile since James played with someone as good as Meisa, so he was a bit nervous. as James took lead he started with a complex and low speed sequence. As he increased speed he quikly changed the order of the notes in the sequence , but still kept it melodic. James then showed off his knologe&nbsp; of metal by shredding some lightning fast and epic sweeps that Alex Laiho would drowl over. As James hit the final note, he joined Meisa in the rhyth
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 20:19:51</strong>
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				Almost as soon as Desmond had said he wanted people to audition in pairs, there were two people there. The girl he had noticed, and the guy who had been talking to her. He briefly shook hands and leaned back in his seat to see what the two of them had. As he listened, he found himself quickly impressed with what they brought to play. The melodic stuff? They had it down pat, both of these guitarists had skill. They were quick on their feet, and technically quite proficient. However as with Addison, Desmond just had to know. Stopping them for a second, he gave the two of them a look over. <strong>"OK, you guys definitely have the skill. However...I need to know if you have the attitude? Since the music we'll be playing? It is pretty much going to be aggressive, it is going to be brutal even. I am liking what I am hearing, but I want to see you all show me your darker side. Wait a second, here."</strong> <br><br>Quickly hopping to his feet, it seemed that Desmond was definitely into this audition as he walked around the table. Mostly this was a chance for him to show off his own stuff, but also to give them an idea of what to expect. Cracking his neck for a second he opened his mouth and first started to sing in a soft melodic tone that was highly reminiscent of Maynard's one of a kind voice with a good deal of Lajon Witherspoon's tone throw in giving it a slight rasp and more soul influence. The voice a weird mixture of the two as he sang, <strong>"Eye on the TV, cause Tragedy thrills me. Whatever flavor it happens to be."</strong> Almost everyone in the room had paused, they hadn't expected such a beautiful voice to come out of this man. He continued on with the lyrics to Judith, and notably his voice started to incorporate a deeper growl and menace that called to mind Tom Araya and James Hetsfield, by the time he got to the infamous <strong>"Fuck your God!"</strong> He had transitioned into a demonic growl that didn't sound out of place for a death metal act, and then a high pitched and shrill scream that lasted for about 25 seconds without breaking until he stopped. Giving the two guitarists a small smile, he said <strong>"See, I'm cool with incorporating different sounds, but for the sake of curiosity? What would you play for how I was sounding the second half of that little rendition. I mean you guys basically have gotten the spots, but I wanna make sure we're on the same page."</strong> <br><br>He looked positively giddy and couldn't seem to hold still in his excitement.sang, "You're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never ever choose to be...oh so man
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 21:10:29</strong>
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				Meisa was listening closely when Desmond sang <em>Vicarious </em>by Tool. Playing with James had been fun, and James was certainly a fine guitarist, and she would like to jam more with him. But the vocals of Desmond were equally impressive, he was obviously very versatile. So when he put up his challenge and started to sing <em>Judith </em>by A Perfect Circle, she started playing a slow, heavy riff, that was dark and creepy. She waited for James to pick it up, then she added a haunting run of her fingers over the bass strings, before she went up the scale, throwing in flageolets but still supporting the song and it's harmonies.<br><br>When Desmond got to his scream again, she stepped close to the amp and made her guitar scream in feedback, hitting his note exactly. <br><br><strong>"How's that for a darker side?"</strong>, she asked, pulling her hair out of her face. <strong>"I'm not Billy Howerdel obviously, but I always liked his taste in guitars."</strong>, she added with a cute grin, knowing that he played almost the same Les Paul as she did.<br><br>Time for a compliment. <strong>"You remind me of Russel Allen by the way, Desmond. You have a great vocal range. Very impressive. And James, great playing with you. You are very talented."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 23:34:32</strong>
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				"Darker side you say, eh? Well I think I have something for ya." James said after Meisa finished playing. James stepped up to the mic and tuned his guitar to drop D and and began to play back up for Mesia and Desmond, adding in alot of low pinches and heavy palm muting. After they stopped, James looked at Meisa with a smile. "I'm good!? Your like a female John Petrucci with more attitude!" He then looked at Desmond and gave him the devil horns. "Holy shit! Your like Dimmu Borgir and Dissection put to gather. I hope I got the job man! So what type of metal are specifically looking for. By the sounds of it your looking for an extreme, Avant-garde Metal sound with a touch of thrash. am I right"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 09:26:54</strong>
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				Desmond smirked at Meisa a little and said <strong>"Russell huh? He's pretty good at what he does, so I'll take that as a compliment. But yeah, you're in. Both of you."</strong> Turning his attention to the friends of his on security detail, they knew to vacate the area of anyone that wasn't applying for a bassist position after he gave them the sign. Watching them carry out that duty for a second, Desmond's eyes turned to James for a second and he said <strong>"Thanks, and no. Not exactly. It isn't going to be Avant-Garde, the group in question will be a thrash group firstly. There'll be Progressive and Industrial aspects however though."</strong> They had definitely impressed him though. Between the two guitarists and the drummer? Desmond was definitely feeling satisfied with the direction in which the group would be heading. <br><br>The only thing that remained was finding someone who was on the level when it came to bass, without a good bassist the group wouldn't stand a chance in hell of surviving. Turning his head to the other three however, Desmond thought for a second and said <strong>"Alright, you all should get to know one another I think. Talk amongst yourselves and I will see if we can't wrap this whole affair up."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 23:38:30</strong>
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				<strong>"If you don't mind, I'd like to stick around to see what kind of bass player gets the job."</strong>, Meisa said, before walking to the girl behind the kit, stretching out a hand and saying:<strong> "Hi! I'm Meisa. I heard you play from the outside before. Great technique."</strong><br><br>Then she went back to James to get a closer look at his guitar. She didn't muster the nerve to ask for a test drive though, instead she just looked at it, trying to figure out the parts. Especially the bridge seemed to be something special. <br><br><strong>"That reminds me."</strong>, she said then, <strong>"Did you hear about the man who goes to a pacific island for vacation? As the boat nears, he notices the constant sound of drumming. As he gets off the boat, he asks a native how long the drumming will go on. The native casts about nervously and says "very bad when drumming stops."<br><br>Later that day, the drumming is still going and it is really starting to get to him. So, he asks another native when the drumming will stop. The native looks as if he's just been spooked. "Very bad when drumming stops," he says, and hurries off. After a couple of days with little sleep, the man had had enough. He grabbed the first native he saw, slammed him up against a tree, and shouted, "What happens when the drumming stops?!" <br><br>The native replied, "Bass solo." </strong><br><br>Meisa grinned, flashing her pearly whites. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 15:07:33</strong>
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				Addison smiled brightly at the comment for the rest of the hopeful drummers to get the fuck out of there.&nbsp; This Desmond guy was looking more and more the total package and his attitude was just a plus.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Their playing abilities left no one questioning if they were good or not.&nbsp; They both had the attitude that goes with it, especially their darker stuff.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Meisa definitely seemed to have the attitude that went behind the music.<br><br>“<strong>Addison</strong>.”&nbsp; She said taking the girls hand and shaking it.&nbsp; “<strong>Thanks you and James are great to almost as if you were both born to play together</strong>.”&nbsp; Addison listened as the Meisa told the joke about the bass solo.&nbsp; She wasn’t one who thought the bass a joke and thought more of it as a necessity.&nbsp; “<strong>You know everyone’s against bassist and I really can’t understand why?&nbsp; I mean do we see Tom Araya crying on his way to the bank?</strong>”&nbsp; She asked raising an eyebrow.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 09:04:43</strong>
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				<strong>"I'm not at all against bassists."</strong>, Meisa replied, worried that her joke might have backfired. <strong>"It's just a joke, don't take it too seriously. Just because someone makes a joke about blondes or jews or drivers of a Prius for that matter doesn't mean that that person has anything against that particular group. I for one think that every instrument including vocals is equally important in a band."</strong><br><br>She shrugged and looked at Addison. <strong>"There could be a point to make that evaluating people on their bank account is not the nicest way to look at things. But I know you did not mean it that way."</strong>, she said, smiling her disarming smile at Addison. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 16:10:00</strong>
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				“<strong>True very true</strong>.”&nbsp; Addison said offering her own smile.&nbsp; “<strong>But what I meant is that he was good and wasn’t crying because he was a bassist and was getting paid doing what he wants.&nbsp; I was by no means judging him by his bank account because you can always be the best and be broke</strong>.”&nbsp; Addison studied Meisa a moment.<br><br>“<strong>Besides I totally agree with you that all instruments, including vocals are very much important, the players all work together in the end right</strong>.”&nbsp; Addison liked the fact that Meisa had the attitude that went with it and definitely didn’t seem to be a push over.&nbsp; “<strong>Wait a minute, I drive a Prius</strong>.”&nbsp; She said seriously a moment then laughed.&nbsp; “<strong>Just kidding</strong>.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 23:02:51</strong>
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				James set his guitar carefully down on near by table and gave it a quick inspection before walking to Meisa and Addison with a smile on his face. "Hey guys! on subject of bassists, what would Rush be Geddy Lee? What would Dream Theater be without John Myung? Not much. We can only hope we get a bass player half as good as them." James said with a slight chuckle. He was still filled with excitment and future thoughts for this new band. "So, Have either of you ever been in a metal band before? Just curious is all." James asked looking at the two of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 03:07:54</strong>
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				There had been countless auditionees, yet no true bassists who were up to Desmond's very high standards. Maybe he had gotten spoiled, the success in finding guitarists and a drummer had blinded him. When one applicant sucked up the joint badly enough for the vein on Desmond's temple to twitch. He slapped his forehead and got out of his seat. Yelling at the poor kid, well poor kid was a stretch. The guy in question was an arrogant little snot. However he quickly strolled over to him and snatched away the bass from him and said <strong>"No, no no! What the hell is wrong with you? You may not respect me, but you're going to respect the music. That is NOT bass playing."</strong> Hoisting the strap up over his shoulder, he looked down for a moment and started to play out a little melody. Getting his fingers warmed up before the riff for "For Whom The Bell Tolls" could be heard. <br><br>Looking up at the shocked occupant, he continued to play the song before snatching away his pick and effortlessly transitioning into the riff for "Angel of Death." Perking up an eyebrow he smirked and said <strong>"What? I do know how to play bass, just that having to do it myself? It limits a lot of what I'm able to do in terms of stage work and vocals."</strong> Looking down for a moment, he concentrated on his playing for a moment as the speed with which he played increased in intensity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 09:45:27</strong>
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				Meisa laughed with Addison when she made the Prius joke. She was glad that the misunderstanding was cleared up. <br><br>Then James made his statement and asked whether anyone played in a metal band before. When he mentioned John Myung, Meisa looked dreamy for a second, remembering something. <strong>"I can't say that I played in a metal band before"</strong>, she said, <strong>"but I played </strong><span class="bbc_u"><strong>with</strong></span><strong> one in Japan. This will be the first time for me to be a real member of a band. What about you, James? You mentioned you were in a band before?"</strong><br><br>When Desmond suddenly took up the bass and played, she listened intently. That wasn't bad at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 14:49:23</strong>
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				The sounds coming from the others who were auditioning for the bass player position was seriously lacking, and to Addison didn’t sound much like music.&nbsp; Then again a lot more practice could remedy all of that, but she would suggest the practicing and a very good teacher before actually auditioning.&nbsp; “<strong>Yeah, I have been in a couple before.&nbsp; Who was the band you played with</strong>?”&nbsp; She asked bringing her attention back a moment. <br><br>Then the sudden yelling had her attention, as Desmond gave the guy a piece of his mind.&nbsp; Addison would have seriously hated to be in that guys place at the moment, although she didn’t know which was worse being told how bad you sucked or standing there and taking it.&nbsp; She shrugged it off it wasn’t her problem anyway and from the sound of the playing that Desmond was doing they had just found a bassist rather he wanted to play or not.&nbsp; It might hinder some of the stage work but with his voice and presence a little creativity would go a long way.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 15:54:40</strong>
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				<strong>"I played with Dream Theater in Tokyo."</strong>, Meisa said. She knew that was probably something someone like Addison was unlikely to believe, but it was the truth after all, and when in doubt, Meisa always stuck with the truth. <br><br>Before anyone could answer, she walked over to the bass player who looked as if Desmond just ripped out his guts and showed them to him. She put a hand on his shoulder and smiled at him reassuringly. <strong>"You're not that bad."</strong>, she told him. <strong>"Do you need help getting your stuff out?"</strong><br><br>Meisa sent Desmond a look that seemed to say, use kindness next time. After all, musicians are fans, too.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 18:42:08</strong>
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				Desmond shrugged and said <strong>"He is that bad."</strong> Handing him back the bass, and shooting him a little smirk before he walked back over to the table to make sure everything was in order. For the frontman? Honesty was always the best policy, especially for arrogant little know it all's who practically outright tried to tell him how he should structure HIS band. THat was what caused the straw to break, and him to knock the kid down to the bottom of the ladder. <br><br>After picking up his phone, he texted his boss telling him he had a band together. He wanted to discuss a possible night for them to perform there, and that the sooner the better. After closing his blackberry, Desmond turned to face the rest of the group. <strong>"OK, so in regards to a rehearsal schedule and writing times? What does everyone's availability look like?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 02:21:39</strong>
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				Addison looked at Meisa a moment after her statement about having played with Dream Theater.&nbsp; The girl however had moved on to comfort the poor guy auditioning for the bass position, before she could really speak.&nbsp; “<strong>Cool.</strong>”&nbsp; She mumbled to herself, who was she to say that Meisa was lying.&nbsp; For all Addison knew Meisa wasn’t and if she were it wasn’t her job to call her on it.&nbsp; In Addison’s experience liars generally got called out in their own time and there was enough drama in life as it was so she wasn’t interested in causing more especially when she didn’t have any reason to.<br><br>Addison did feel bad for the guy auditioning and assumed his attitude during the whole thing had set things off even worse for him.&nbsp; She admired Meisa for stepping in and saying something but from the sounds of things it hadn’t helped the guy any.&nbsp; “<strong>So who did you play with</strong>?”&nbsp; She asked James turning her attention back to him a moment.<br><br>“<strong>My availability is whatever works for the band.&nbsp; I mean I can always work my schedule around everyone else’s needs</strong>.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 21:49:34</strong>
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				James looked at Addison with a smile. "Oh! Well, I used to be the leader of a progressive power metal band from Toronto called Icebound. We were pretty good too, I thought. We opened up for Bands like Dream Theater, Iced Earth and Blind Guardian a few times. But those assholes wanted to be what the big new thing is now a days, A Deathcore band, Uggh! After a big fight, they kicked me out and I was doing random recording sessions with bullshit Alt Rock groups. And before I knew it I moved to the states to start my instrument repair shop and try to find a band thats not full of dicks" James took a breath and laughed. "And, well, So far so good!"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 00:54:09</strong>
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				Addison offered her own friendly smile.&nbsp; “<strong>I hope it gets better for you James and the rest of us as wel</strong>l.”&nbsp; It sounded to her that he knew exactly where he wanted to be and like her was having one struggle after another.&nbsp; “<strong>Dream Theater huh?&nbsp; They must be the popular doctrine today</strong>.”&nbsp; She said in reference to Meisa’s having played with them before.<br><br>“<strong>Not that there is anything wrong with that</strong>.”&nbsp; She added just in case someone thought she meant something bad by it.&nbsp; “<strong>I think it’s great, unfortunately to date I haven’t played with anyone like that but my day will come</strong>.”&nbsp; She said her confidence showing.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 01:23:42</strong>
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				Out of the corner of his ear, Desmond could hear them talking amongst themselves. Smiling a little at the current discussion before he turned back to face them. Crossing his arms over his chest, he said <strong>"Well, I hope you all find what you're looking for with this group. Musically speaking however? We're going to be playing the kind of stuff Slayer &amp; Lamb of God aspire to, with some more technicality of course. I hope you're all good with that."</strong> It was something he had to stress, but all of his poetry and writings? They came from a dark, angry and highly visceral place. Desmond felt like true intensity was something that needed to be injected back into the arm of the genre, and one way or another? With the group, they were going to get that.<br><br>Making his way back over to the table, he flipped through some papers with a focused look on his face. <strong>"I've actually got a mascot of sorts for the group...if I can find it. An ex girlfriend of mine, whipped it up before and I've kinda held onto it since."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 01:59:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Having led the rejected bassist out the door, Meisa came back. The poor guy had almost been crying after the verbal beat-down he just took. Meisa had some friendly words for him, but his head was still hanging down when he left. <br><br>Coming back into the room, Meisa heard the rest of the talking. <strong>"I can be available whenever I'm needed."</strong>, she said. <strong>"I can quit my current job any time. Where did you open for Dream Theater, James? We might have met before. And Addison, I just got lucky once to be on stage with them, and it was just for one song, so no big deal."</strong> Meisa was already regretting having mentioned that. She didn't want to come over as arrogant.<br><br><strong>"As far as the music goes, for me the lyrics define the music. If the song asks for a heavy riff, it should get it. If it asks for a technical lick, it should get it. I don't think we should say that we want to sound like any particular band. Let's just see what we come up with."</strong><br><br>She then raises an eyebrow at Desmond. <strong>"A mascot? Come again?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 02:07:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				James light up when Desmond said 'mascot'. "Mascot!! Really? Fuck yeah! What is it? is it a Eddie and Vic Rattle head hybrid?" James said with a laugh before turning his attention to Meisa's question. "I kanda doubt that, Meisa. We played for them twice at the Molson Amphitheatre in Toronto. We got the job because a buddy of mine was good friends with fellow Canuck, James LaBrie. Pretty lucky."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 05:32:53</strong>
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				Tilting his head to the side at Meisa he said <strong>"I work late nights, my job will allow us to play there in a few weeks. So there is that, and lyrics alone? Can't define a group. It is your sound, there has to be a constant. No matter how diverse your selection of lyrics or compositions are. You need something that lets people know, bam! This is HellBlazer."</strong> When she questioned about the mascot, he smirked. When James expressed his excitement at the notion, well hell. Desmond couldn't help but beam at this. Looking through the papers more, he stopped at one and said <strong>"Ah, here we go."</strong> Turning the picture up so everyone could see it.<br><br>The mascot in question would have been an utterly beautiful looking gothic/punk girl, if it wasn't for the fact that she had several violent looking lacerations and open wounds. She wore a black leather bikini top and mini skirt, and was quite bloodied. Her eyes were a milky white, and she had long multicolored hair. She was mimicking the famous Patrick Bateman shot where he's licking at the blood on his face with a look of utter bliss, while her free hand held a large butcher knife.<br><br>After holding it out for a moment, Desmond stated <strong>"I've named her after my ex wife...Ivy."</strong> Trying to get a guess as to everyone's reactions as he shrugged some.<strong> "I also have my first idea for a song, in terms of what I'm going to write about. Let me know what you're all looking to play. Since I'm great with lyrics, but as for the instruments? I play better than I write."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 15:56:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Addison looked at the picture a moment, taking it in.&nbsp; “<strong>Got something against gothic/punk chicks</strong>?”&nbsp; She asked inquisitively.&nbsp; “<strong>It’s good really</strong>.”&nbsp; She added so that her first question hopefully came across as a joke, which it was.<br><br>The remark about her being named Ivy after his ex wife had her eyes raising a moment in surprise.&nbsp; Desmond hadn’t looked old enough in her eyes to actually have an ex wife but well everyone had their own story to tell and she wasn’t questioning anything.&nbsp; “<strong>Do you think that the mascot with her name might be a problem?</strong>”&nbsp; She asked on the side of caution.<br><br>Addison really didn’t know how she would feel if the situation was hers, most likely not happy but well the woman wasn’t her ex and the troubles would most likely remain with Desmond on that behalf.&nbsp; “<strong>So what’s your idea for the song</strong>?”&nbsp; She asked trying to get a feel past Lamb of God, and Slayer.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 19:06:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning at Addison, Desmond said <strong>"Well aside from the fact that they make love like there is no tomorrow? Not in particular."</strong> Setting the picture back down before he hopped onto a stool and leaned back against the table some. Watching her as she seemed to be weighing in on the information regarding his ex, apparently he was right as she soon vocalized a reasonable concern regarding the issue. Tapping his chin lightly, Desmond said <strong>"Eh, doesn't really bother me. Plus it is really fitting I think."</strong> He didn't say it out loud, but he'd absolutely love to see Ivy like the picture. Minus the knife of course.<br><br>When she inquired as to the song idea, his mood changed some and he brightened up before saying <strong>"Well, I have two actually. One is based on American Psycho which is my favorite book. However the one that I have written already? It concerns a young man who was conceived through the rape of his mother. Everyday she's reminded of what happened when she looks at him, and it leads to him eventually snapping and killing her. I figure what we'd need to play would be heavy and require plenty of speed. If everyone is down with that of course."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 02:52:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"I still don't get why a mascot is important."</strong>, Meisa said. She still had some problems with the culture in America it seems. She felt a little stupid, but this was probably going to happen more often than she wished for, after all, she never played in a real metal band before. She looked a little closer at the picture. <strong>"Did you want to incorporate it into the live shows? Or should it go into the bandlogo somehow?"</strong><br><br>When Desmond talked about the song he'd written, she took her guitar and said: <strong>"Do we have a rehearsal space by the way? I would like to bring my own equipment. This amp is nice and all, but it is a little limited. Anyways, I've had this in my head, tell me what you think."</strong><br><br>She then played a hard and fast riff, it felt violent and dark. Her fingers were moving quickly over the frets, it wasn't something you just listen to and play. Addison would probably realize that it was in 7/8. She changed it to 4/4 for something that could be played under the chorus, still very fast, before she stopped and looked up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 18:00:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Addison shook her head at the comment of how goth/punk girls make love like there is no tomorrow.&nbsp; “<strong>Gotcha</strong>.”&nbsp; She said with her own smile.<br><br>“<strong>Mascots can be incorporated into the album’s artwork.&nbsp; Band logo’s as well as shows.&nbsp; People will see something with that picture and integrate it back to the band it represents</strong>.”&nbsp; Addison added trying to clear up the confusion on a mascot.&nbsp; “<strong>Megadeth has Vic Rattlehead. Iron Maiden has Eddie the Head</strong>.”<br><br>Addison listened in amazement as Meisa started a heavy guitar riff dropping it from 7/8 to 4/4.&nbsp; “<strong>That was great but take it back to the 7/8 and let’s play around with it a moment.&nbsp; If you don’t mind that is</strong>?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 05:25:22</strong>
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				<strong>"A mascot is useful for merchandise but also for image association. But Addison nailed it on the head in regards to the usage one can get out of a mascot."</strong> Smiling a little as he crossed his arms over his chest before winking at Addison in regards to her shaking her head. <strong>"As for a rehearsal space? Yeah I've got room at my place, my neighbors won't care."</strong> He listened to Meisa play and merely perked up an eyebrow interestedly. The man was going to open his mouth to say something until Addison seemed to be able to read his mind and projected his very thoughts. Sitting down for a second, he merely gave them an 'as you will' gesture.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 16:41:25</strong>
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				It had been a crazy day. Sam had an audition and she fucking late for it. And in this town you can get away with anything else..but you simply cannot, cannot afford to be late anywhere. Because if you do, there would be hundreads of others who would be fighting for your spot. You would already have lost the oppurtunity by now. Samantha Gordon, a stripper by night, struggling musician by day. It had been almost a year since she had came to LA and so far all she had got to do was to play crappy covers. She hated doing that, she was dying to make her own music. She tried out for few bands but lost out to some others in auditions..and whilst some bands accepted her...the creative differences were just too much. She woke up late today due to the constant late night hours she had to work over the week..and then getting stuck in the traffic was hardly a help. It was a new band being put together by some guy called Desmond. He seemed pretty professional, Sam had bumped into the audition advertisement on Facebook.<br><br>The place which had had rented was pretty small as she knocked on the door but still entered carelessly. He said the gear would be there for those interested in the audition so she hadn't really bothered to bring her stuff all the way down here. It was a pain in the ass to cram it in the car as it is to bother driving here. The crowd appeared to have thinned out quite a lot from the looks of it as she stared at the tall man standing in the middle, the one who she guessed to be Desmond. He was talking to some people, fuck..did she miss out on the oppurtunity or what? "Hey there, i'm sorry i'm late..I guess the auditions are still for bassists?" She asked, leaning casually against the wall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 09:17:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slapping her hand against her forehead, Meisa finally realized what they meant when they talked about a mascot. <strong>"Eddie the Head! Of course! Now I understand. Sorry, sometimes I don't get the meaning of a word."</strong> Especially when it means something completely different in Japanese. Meisa looked at the picture again. <strong>"I can see that now. If this is not threatening the masculinity of our guys."</strong> She looked at Desmond and James.<br><br>When asked to go back to the 7/8 part, Meisa nodded and picked up the guitar. But then another woman stepped in and she paused, looking at her and then at Desmond.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 16:00:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Desmond merely smirked at Meisa watching her interestedly as she seemed to grasp the meaning of the word mascot now, the girl was just too cute for words. He was going to open his mouth to say something, but the newcomer into the room caught his attention. Watching her closely for a second, when she said bassist? He immediately took in a small breath, finding this to be just too damn convenient. Nodding toward the bass guitar that was seated on a chair, Desmond said <strong>"Yeah, I suppose. Go ahead and show us what you got then Ms...." </strong> There was something familiar about the girl, he couldn't quite place it but he knew that he had seen her somewhere before. However that was neither here nor there, as long as she was any good. He really didn't want to play bass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 16:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam watched the asian girl for a moment before she noticed Desmond observe her. As if he had seen her somewhere before. He told her to go ahead and show her stuff. "Samantha Gordon, you call me Sam." She said as he asked for her name. She moved forward quickly, grabbing the instrument.&nbsp; "Here it goes!" She said with a smile adjusting herself before playing a song which she typically had enjoyed covering, Southbound Pachyderm by Primus. Her fingers moving swiftly over the instrument. It was an alright one, although she would definitely prefer to use her own gear over it any given day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 19:19:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Desmond watched her for a moment and then when she said her name? It clocked, she was a stripper. He knew or knew of every single one in the area whether they worked at his club or not. However this observation was kept to himself as he studied her playing style. Once she wrapped up her cover, Desmond tapped his chin lightly for a second before saying <strong>"OK, that was pretty good actually. Well Sam, you know what? You're in, I like you."</strong> He took a small breath, and felt estatic that he wasn't going to have to be the bassist anymore. That freed up a lot of his obligations on stage, and opened the door for more of what he wanted to do as a vocalist. <strong>"This is the rest of the band, so Sam...what times work for you in regards to rehearsal?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 19:44:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam looked at him upon wrapping up her performance, waiting for reaction in general and he said she was in. She smiled lightly. "Cheers, nice to be part of the bunch, so what are we gonna be called anyways?" She asked casually as Desmond pointed towards rest of the band and she waved at them. "Hello guys..I don't know any of you really, but it's nice to meet you all. As for the timings, well anytime in the day is perfectly fine by me. Cause I have to work at nights, that being said if it indeed is a necessity, I can quit my job anytime."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 14:30:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Addison laughed lightly as Meisa seemed to grasp the concept of a mascot.&nbsp; “<strong>Don’t worry about it most people think of the person dancing on the sidelines with the cheerleaders at some sporting event or something.</strong> “&nbsp; She quietened down as the new girl came in and began talking to Desmond about the bass position.&nbsp; The cover of Southbound Pachyderm was rather good, Addison admitted to herself.<br><br>Addison waved back and offered her own friendly smile.&nbsp; “<strong>Addison Moore and nice to meet you</strong>.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 15:41:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				James stayed quite as Desmond and the others talked about the mascot. He looked over at the door with a smile as Someone walked in with a bass looking for an audition. He watched and listen at the girls amazing Primus cover. James stood up and walked over to Sam. "Hey, great cover Sam. I'm James by the way."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 16:12:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				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.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 16:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nodded at Addison and James. "Nice to meet you two, so what you guys gonna be playing? I missed out on all the other auditions, so a little bit in dark here." She smiled before turning her attention back towards Desmond who had strted speaking out about the rehearsals and proposing the time of the afternoon. "Yeah, afternoon works fine by me. Best possible time of the day as a matter of fact."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 18:13:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Entering in some details into his phone, he said <strong>"Well the kind of stuff we're gonna be playing? It is going to be heavier, more aggressive pretty much. We were actually just discussing a song when you came in. Meisa just played something and we were figuring out where to go from there. Otherwise, you know as much as we do thus far."</strong> After putting up his phone he stretched out his arms for a second and said <strong>"Basic gist of the song, a child born out of rape goes mad and kills his mother. Pretty cheery, huh?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 18:38:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam chuckled at the description. "Sounds like the kind of stuff you would love to watch with family and conservatives opposing metal. I'm down for it. By the way you, you're a bouncer at one of those clubs round here right? That's where I had seen you..been wondering where I spotted you ever since I had walked in this room."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 15:56:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“<strong>I would be your drummer</strong>.”&nbsp; Addison held up the sticks to emphasize, before Sam’s attention was drawn back to Desmond.&nbsp; Afternoon rehearsals could definitely work for her, she could always continue working in the morning then take on a night shift if need be.&nbsp; She raised a brow at the comment about Desmond’s being a bouncer at one of those clubs.&nbsp; “<strong>Which club would that be?</strong>’&nbsp; Addison asked out of curiosity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 04:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Desmond was going to open his mouth to respond until Sam called him out on being a bouncer, this shut him up immediately. It seemed he wasn't the only one with a talent for matching faces. Narrowing his eyes a little he said <strong>"...The Landing Strip, I've seen you before. You worked there for all of like two weeks right?"</strong> Sam's sudden curiousity at his choice in jobs also caught his attention as he shrugged and said <strong>"It isn't anything funny. I promise, they pay well."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 16:14:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam nodded. "Yeah, that's the place. I quit because well, I couldn't really quite get along with the management. As you also probably know by now..i'm at The Fuzz these days."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 20:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding his head, he said <strong>"Yeah, that is a decent spot. But Robert can really be a dick to new incoming talent. But anyway, I have to head out folks. Be at the address I sent to you all at say noon? If you have any questions feel free to call or text, I look forward on getting to work on some material!"</strong><br><br>With that said, Desmond gathered his things before heading out. He had an appointment to keep, and the band had been assembled. He was definitely feeling chipper, he didn't plan on getting a full roster in one day but these things just had a way of working out. <br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Next Day</strong></span><br><br>Desmond had made sure to clean up the house, waking up early to see that this task was completed. In preparation for the creation of a band? The spare room in the house had been turned into a competent studio. Granted it'd never be up to the standards of something truly professional. However he had recording equipment that cost him a pretty penny, the room was completely soundproof, it had plenty of room and the instruments and everything would be able to be used without killing off power for the rest of the house. After setting everything, Desmond quickly started to hum medleys to himself a she waited like a kid on Christmas eve. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 21:46:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had only taking a little bit of arrangement in Addison’s schedule to get the afternoon off.&nbsp; She would have to come in and start early then pull evening shifts as well but the band was worth it.&nbsp; If her schedule couldn’t be worked out that way every day for practice she would just have to find another job.<br><br>Addison checked her phone one more time noticing again that the address wasn’t too far from her home.&nbsp; She hated having her kit somewhere besides her own place but well her place wasn’t a good place for practicing and she wasn’t the one starting the band either.&nbsp; It was packed with care in the back of an old van which served its purpose even if it looked as if it had seen better days, especially with the chipping blue paint.&nbsp; A few minutes’ drive had her pulling into a parking spot then quickly going to knock on Desmond’s door.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 05:37:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Desmond heard a knock on the door, and made his way downstairs. Yawning gently as he stretched his arms out. He had thrown on a black Fear Factory T-shirt, a pair of black jean shorts with patches on them and slippers. Opening the door, he smiled and said <strong>"Hey there, Addison. Need help bringing your gear in?"</strong> He swung the door open so there was room to enter as he looked outside for a moment and crossed his arms over his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 16:11:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“<strong>Hi yourself, Desmond.</strong>”&nbsp; Addison offered with a smile.&nbsp; “<strong>Yeah a little help would be appreciated, anyone else here? Or am I early</strong>?”<br><br>Addison turned and headed back to her van opening the back doors.&nbsp; She had feared being late but from the quietness of the place she thought that she could have gotten the times mixed up and actually arrived on time or early which was unusual for her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 17:58:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking his head, he yawned gently and said <strong>"Nope, you're the first one here."</strong> With that said, he followed her to the van and looked around a litle before reaching in and grabbing some of her equipment. Slinging it up on his arms and turning back towards his house. <strong>"There is nothing wrong with being early by the way, I usually tend to arrive at places early just in case of an emergency or something going wrong."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bang Your Fucking Head To This!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 16:06:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Addison shook her head.&nbsp; “<strong>I know that there isn’t anything wrong with being on time it’s just that I’m usually running late</strong>.”&nbsp; She grabbed what she could and followed along behind Desmond.&nbsp; “<strong>No matter how much I intend to be early or on time something always happens to slow down my progress</strong>.”<br><br>Addison started about setting things up.&nbsp; “<strong>What got you into music</strong>?<strong>&nbsp; I mean what really pulled on your heartstrings that said that you just had to do it</strong>?”<br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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