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Q stood, finally standing from his chair as he quickly finished typing something up. Within seconds, he had picked up his computer case and pulled out a small case. The silverette walked over toward the new singer, pressing the end of the box as a neon blue card with black stripes popped out, his free hand outreached. "Quinton Lark." He introduced himself. The teen's voice wasn't really deep, but it was far from high, and he spoke with confidence and dignity, like an adult would at an important meeting. His father was the head of one of the larger electronic companies of the world, selling most of their supplies to government agencies. Quinton had had to know how to act in a business area, never really letting loose like all the other kids his age. Never broken one of the rules, never been late for a class, and never even gotten a speeding ticket. He was all work, and not one so much for play. Sure it was stressful at times, but he figured he could just plow through it all to get to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. "Manager and head technician of the band. Now, if you don't mind, just make yourself comfortable while we finish up the auditions." He shook the other's hand quickly before walking back to the main table, sitting forward and motioning for the girl to start.