Vincent sat in the office in the rather small leather chair, black bangs in his face, hiding vermillion eyes with the aid if shades. He tapped his hands against his legs, covered by ripped up black skinny jeans. In addition, he had on a black muscle shirt covered by a mesh shirt and ratty old combat boots. He chewed his lip, nervous as he waited to meet his new manager.
The man walked through the door looking to much like a sin and too little like a manager. He made his way into the room, wearing a red dress shirt, with the top three buttons undone. The suit over it was black. Long silver hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail by a red ribbion, leaving his bangs to frame his face. "Hello, Mr. Valentine. It seems we will be working together. You can call me Sephiroth."
Vincent looked up with a start. "Um...Just Vincent is fine." he said softly, his voice melodic. "And i'm sure it will be a pleasure working with you, Sephiroth."
"So tell me more about yourself, Vincent." Sephiroth said sitting behind the desk, crossing his long splendiferous legs. "What is it you like to do in the band? Sing? Play? Lead? Backup? Tell me! I'm dying to know."He leaned closer, his hair falling over his shoulder.
Vincent shifted. "Well, Uh, I'm the singer. Sometimes I play parts of the guitar in the songs, But I am the main singer." he said softly.
"Singer? Thats fantastic! We have a group right now looking for a singer." Spehiroth purred.
"Oh..Um, Okay." Vincent perked up. "Um...do you need a sample or something?" He asked. looking through a black messenger bag he had with him.
"Do you have a CD?" Sephiroth asked with a devils smile that would make a Nun want to sin.
Vincent had paused, looking up and shivering. He blinked and stared at the other man, frozen. "A what?" he asked blinking.
"A CD. A recording or something of the sort so that we know what it is you sound like Mr. Valentine."
Vincent shivered again. "Just Vincent is fine.." he said quietly, pulling out a CD.
Sephiroth took the CD with a nod. "Now, if you go to the commons there should be a loud red head in there. He's your lead guitar."
Vincent blinked and nodded, standing and going to find said person.
Reno, the 'Loud Red Head', was in the common room yelling excitedly at some ball game.
Vincent hesitantly walked up to him. "Uh..um..Reno? Are you the guitarist?" he asked when he reached them.
"Yeah kid. The names Reno, yo. Got it memorized?" he said, and held out to Vincent.
Vincent took it and gave him a small smile. "I'm Vincent. I'm the new singer." he explained.
"Really? But you're like...fifteen?" Reno asked.
Vincent flushed. "I'm nineteen." he defended, voice still a little low and nervously shy.
"Awe! You have such a cute baby face!" Reno said and chuckled softly. "You're the new rookie!"
Vincent scowled. "Rookie?" he asked, offended.
"Yeah. All the newbies are rookies, Bro!" he chuckled. "Elena's been rookie for three years, yo."
"How is she a newbie?" he asked, confused. "It's been three years."
"She still only plays the tambourine. She's taken giutar lessons for three years." The bald one said.
Vincent rose a brow. "Really? Three years?"
"Yeah." the bald one replied, as Reno chuckled. Then there was a call of Vincent's name from the doorway to the left where Sephiroth was leaned against the frame. "Come with me, would you?" he requested.
Vincent got a worried look, but slowly stood and obeyed, entering Sephiroths office.
Sephiroth sat on the desk and smiled. "My boss liked your sound. He says that Reno's group is best for you." He hummed as he looked over at Vincent. "Now we just need you to sign a contract that says if you don't become famous you won't sue us." he smirked.
Vincent blinked but nodded. "Okay...Um so where are the papers?" he asked, shifting and not meeting Sephiroth's eyes directly.
"So eager to get down to it, are we?" he chuckled and licked his lips before he reached behind the desk and got the papers.
Vincent's eyes went to Sephiroth's lips before quickly going back as he blushed and signed the papers. "I'm just...excited."
"Ah yes, many people are like that. Just sign and you're ready to go. Oh and you have two weeks to make me a song. Three 'till you have a gig."
"Two weeks?!" Vincent blanched. "Um..O-okay...I'll get started then." he said, moving to walk out.
"You know, there are always ways to get more time." Sephiroth chuckled and un-crossed and re-crossed his legs.
Vincent stopped and turned. "What do you mean?" he asked innocently.
"Why don't you ask the others? Now go on." Sephiroth hummed. He waved Vincent off.
Vincent rose a brow, but nodded and asked Reno about it.
"He wants a date, Bro." Reno said as he plucked on the strings of a violin.
"A date?" Vincent rose a brow. "But why? I mean I don't even know him..." he replied confused.
"He thinks you're talented and hot." Reno hummed and started to play.
Vincent blushed. "Wh-what?" he shook his head. He ran ran through his bag and took out an obviously used notebook and flipped to a blank page. "Two weeks..." he sighed.
"You could always go on a date with him and get three weeks." Reno chuckled as he moved from the violin to a harp that was in the music room.
Vincent sighed. "It's just a date, right? Nothing bad?" he groaned. "Why am I considering this?" he shook his head. "So what? Do I justgo up and ask him?" he questioned shyly.
"Ask him what to do to get more time. He will tell you to meet him at a resturaunt. You don't have to kiss or have sex or anything." Reno teased.
Vincent blushed, sighing. "I really do need the extra time..." He stood then, sighing again before walking and knocking on Sephiroths door.
"It's open. Don't waste my time." came his voice from behind the door.
Vincent peeked in and coughed to clear his throat. "Uh...um..I-I was wondering...about what it would take to get that extra time...?"
"Oh! Valentine, do come in." Sephiroth hummed. "I thought you were Sinclair."
Vincent walked in. "I keep saying, Just Vincent is fine." he said lowly.
Sephiroth smiled. He pulled out a pad and started writing. He then handed the paper to Vincent. "Meet me there."
Vincent took the paper and smiled shyly. "When?" he asked.
"Eightish sound good? Sinclair can tell you where it is." he hummed. "Now if you dont mind I have an appintment with Cloud."
"Oh! Yes of course!" Vincent nodded, turning and leaving.
Reno was laying on the floor, snoring loudly with a sucker in his mouth. Vincent leaned down and shook him. "Uh-um Reno?" he called.
Reno grumbled only to bolt up right. "I'm not your woman!" he shouted.
Vincent jumped back. "Um...Okay?" he shook his head, holding out the paper. "I was going to ask you where this was.."
Reno took the paper and yawned. "Oh expensive!" he teased. "I can take you there."
Vincent blushed. "He said eightish..." he said.
Reno sighed, grummbled and licked his lips. "Dear Lifestream..I'm hunover..." he sighed and got up.
"I can make a drink that fixes that..." Vincent offered.
"You can?! Oh Lifestream your're magic, Bro!" he said, getting of the ground."So let's get that drink so we can go."
Vincent smiled, setting different ingredients from his bag and making the drink with the coffe maker and handing it to Reno. "Here you go."
Reno sniffed it and made a face. "That is nasty!" he cringed.
"Never said it would taste good. But it helps." Vincent chuckled and shrugged.
Reno took a huge gulp and moaned, coloasping to the floor and coughing violently.
"Oh come on it's not that bad." Vincen chuckled and rolled his eyes.
There were gasping sounds, then a whine. "POISON! It's poison! Oh what a world!"
Vincent rolled his eyes agian. "Well I need to go home to change. Are you taking me when i'm done?"
"If i'm still alive!" Reno had suddenly popped up. "Oh shit...I gotta pee. See you in half an hour kid!" He called then ran off.
Vincent rolled his eyes once again and went home to change.