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Conor's band was practising in the room that Cordy had finish doing up. They had constructed a make shift stage and everything. The only problem was that there playing was a little make shift. With Conor on drums, Chris on bass guitar, Mark on keyboard and Jack on lead guitar and vocals things weren't going too well. 'YOU GUYS SUCK!' Caoimhe yelled in at them as she passed on her way to her room ( a very roundabout way since her room was on the floor below the practise room.) 'WELL YOU HAVE A UNIBROW!' Conor yelled back, this was a daily occurrence.
'She's right, dude, we suck' Chris put down his guitar and sat on the floor. 'well maybe with a bit more practice..' Jack trailed off they had been practicing for almost a month with no improvement. 'We could try changing our line up?' Mark suggested 'I'm not saying that you're a bad singer Jack but maybe if we got some one new in they'd inspire us.' 'You don't have to be nice Mark I know that my singing sucks. Let's hold auditions. Everyone else nodded.
*********************************************************** Conor threw himself onto his bed. They'd held auditions and before that he hadn't known that there were so many untalented megalomaniacs in the world never mind in his school. He was sick of it all he wanted was someone who could hold a note and not take themselves too seriously. Maybe they should just quit at all this.
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Caoimhe was bored. All day people had streamed through the hotel auditioning for Conor's band. She didn't think more than five people would show up but then again this was L.A and being in a band, even a nameless one, was the new thing. She wandered into the practice room and began playing with a guitar. Her mother had taught her how to play it when she was a kid. She strummed softly and sang "Hanging on here until I'm gone right where I belong right just hanging on even though I watched you come and go how was I to know you'd steal the show? One day I'll have enough to give you more I'll wait to hear your final call bet it all" Conor stood and looked at her from the doorway she could sing! He was shocked she'd never even said and she'd known that they were looking for a singer. He grabbed the camcorder they'd been using to keep track of the people who auditioned and turned it on leaving it to record Caoimhe, while he slipped out hoping that she hadn't noticed. ***********************************************************
The next day Conor's unnamed band watched Caoimhe singing and playing. 'Okay we have to get her to join us!' exclaimed Jack 'She's excellent even if she is a cheerleader.' 'Plus she's so popular that'll help us get gigs' pointed out Chris, ever the pragmatist. They all gathered around her door and knocked.
She answered while talking on the phone. 'Hang on a sec Kyle---What do you guys want?' she inquired. They all dropped to their knees and started begging. 'Please join our band! We really need a singer and you rock! We'll give you stuff! We can practice whenever it suits you! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssseeeeeee!' all of there begging overlapped. 'You guys have never even heard me sing. How would you have?' She asked suspicious. 'I left on the camcorder last night by accident and we saw you on tape.' Conor explained emphasising the accident, he knew that she'd get mad if she thought that he was spying on her. ' I don't know wait a minute----Kyle honey can I call you back later?..sure about eightish?...love you too, bye.' She put down the phone. 'Why would I want to join your loser band?' she asked. 'Because without you we'll suck forever?' responded Mark, Conor had told them to appeal to her ego. 'Because you are the most beautiful lead singer we could ever hope to get?' added in Chris. 'Because it'll be fun?' piped Jack. 'Because we're begging? We could even have a trial period where you can leave if you don't like it.' Conor suggested 'Come on Caoi just give it a try.' 'Okay you have an hour in which to impress me with your playing then I'll decide whether or not to even give you the trial period.' She answered, kind of flattered at all of their praise and she did enjoy singing..
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Conor's band was practising in the room that Cordy had finish doing up. They had constructed a make shift stage and everything. The only problem was that there playing was a little make shift. With Conor on drums, Chris on bass guitar, Mark on keyboard and Jack on lead guitar and vocals things weren't going too well. 'YOU GUYS SUCK!' Caoimhe yelled in at them as she passed on her way to her room ( a very roundabout way since her room was on the floor below the practise room.) 'WELL YOU HAVE A UNIBROW!' Conor yelled back, this was a daily occurrence.
'She's right, dude, we suck' Chris put down his guitar and sat on the floor. 'well maybe with a bit more practice..' Jack trailed off they had been practicing for almost a month with no improvement. 'We could try changing our line up?' Mark suggested 'I'm not saying that you're a bad singer Jack but maybe if we got some one new in they'd inspire us.' 'You don't have to be nice Mark I know that my singing sucks. Let's hold auditions. Everyone else nodded.
*********************************************************** Conor threw himself onto his bed. They'd held auditions and before that he hadn't known that there were so many untalented megalomaniacs in the world never mind in his school. He was sick of it all he wanted was someone who could hold a note and not take themselves too seriously. Maybe they should just quit at all this.
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Caoimhe was bored. All day people had streamed through the hotel auditioning for Conor's band. She didn't think more than five people would show up but then again this was L.A and being in a band, even a nameless one, was the new thing. She wandered into the practice room and began playing with a guitar. Her mother had taught her how to play it when she was a kid. She strummed softly and sang "Hanging on here until I'm gone right where I belong right just hanging on even though I watched you come and go how was I to know you'd steal the show? One day I'll have enough to give you more I'll wait to hear your final call bet it all" Conor stood and looked at her from the doorway she could sing! He was shocked she'd never even said and she'd known that they were looking for a singer. He grabbed the camcorder they'd been using to keep track of the people who auditioned and turned it on leaving it to record Caoimhe, while he slipped out hoping that she hadn't noticed. ***********************************************************
The next day Conor's unnamed band watched Caoimhe singing and playing. 'Okay we have to get her to join us!' exclaimed Jack 'She's excellent even if she is a cheerleader.' 'Plus she's so popular that'll help us get gigs' pointed out Chris, ever the pragmatist. They all gathered around her door and knocked.
She answered while talking on the phone. 'Hang on a sec Kyle---What do you guys want?' she inquired. They all dropped to their knees and started begging. 'Please join our band! We really need a singer and you rock! We'll give you stuff! We can practice whenever it suits you! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssseeeeeee!' all of there begging overlapped. 'You guys have never even heard me sing. How would you have?' She asked suspicious. 'I left on the camcorder last night by accident and we saw you on tape.' Conor explained emphasising the accident, he knew that she'd get mad if she thought that he was spying on her. ' I don't know wait a minute----Kyle honey can I call you back later?..sure about eightish?...love you too, bye.' She put down the phone. 'Why would I want to join your loser band?' she asked. 'Because without you we'll suck forever?' responded Mark, Conor had told them to appeal to her ego. 'Because you are the most beautiful lead singer we could ever hope to get?' added in Chris. 'Because it'll be fun?' piped Jack. 'Because we're begging? We could even have a trial period where you can leave if you don't like it.' Conor suggested 'Come on Caoi just give it a try.' 'Okay you have an hour in which to impress me with your playing then I'll decide whether or not to even give you the trial period.' She answered, kind of flattered at all of their praise and she did enjoy singing..
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