I was getting tired. I had seen and heard over 100 bass players auditioning for my band. They were all good, somewhere cute but none of them had what I was looking for. No one screamed they were able to be my bass player. I needed someone that was willing to wear as much glitter as I do. Willing to do whatever necessary to put on a show.
I was about to get up and leave when my mom, yes my mom, came in with another person. "Honey there's one more," she said. I looked at the man who was about the same age as me but a few inches shorter. He had pale blond spiky hair, thin feline features and a slight skinny build. He was in ratty jeans and a grey plain t-shirt.
This was not at all, what I was looking for. What I did like was his bass; it was black with white flames and all kinds of sparkles. I realized I was staring at him and his instrument to long when he cleared his throat. I looked up, "im Tommy Joe Ratliff" he told me. I smiled, "hey Tommy, nice guitar." I told him, Tommy smiled. "Thanks, so um… Can I play for you?" he asked. "Of course!" I sat back down and my mom went back out of the room. He started to play.
What he lacked in style he made up for in talent. He was amazing. Once I got him to fix his hair, taught him how to apply make up and gave him a wardrobe he would be ready for the stage. I was willing to put my time and money into this man.
So when he finished I got up and clapped, "you've got the job!" I told Tommy. "Awesome!"